#i think its because i heard him talking to his wife and i cried because i loved my grandma

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oh i think i got that butterfly too! or at least one that's smilar. ill have to check when i get home.

hello gongeous.

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Eleven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 2,511

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names, nothing to major I don’t think.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“I would like to adopt her”

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It’s been nearly four years since Y/n was adopted by Howard and his wife Maria at first she was confused about what was happening when she had to leave Bucky’s home and go with Howard.

The couple already had a son named Tony who was ten at the time, at first he was distant with her until he heard crying during the night, he listened out to see if his mother or father would go and check on her upon hearing nothing more other than her whimpers he climbed out of his bed and made his way into her room.

“It’s okay you’re having a bad dream. Wake up Y/n.” He stayed with her until she fell back to sleep, softly stroking her hair as he read her the bed time story his mother was reading to her earlier that night.

Tony grew to be overprotective of his little sister.

He didn’t care about starting fights when he heard she was being bullied at school, glaring at those who stared at bit to long for his liking. Though he would never admit to it but he was actually jealous of Y/n’s friendship with Bucky and Steve, especially with Bucky.

Her first Christmas spent with the Starks was magical to her; the huge Christmas tree, the pretty lights, the food and the presents. So, so many presents.

As the years passed Howard and Maria watched proudly as Y/n came more and more out of her shell, became independent. They found out that she was quite a cheeky little girl cheeky monkey Howard called her, she would always stick her tongue out at him after he called her that. Maria loved it when Y/n would sit in between her legs and toss her hair back a silent way of asking her to play with her hair. They loved her equally as much as they loved Tony.��

“Ducky get back here!” She screamed.

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to hit me!”

“No I’m not I promise” liar liar pants on fire she sang to herself.

Bucky stopped running slowly turning to face her with his eyes squinting. “Bunny I told you I know when your lying”

“Ducky.” Her hands going to her hips as she cocks her hip to the side just like she had seen her momma do “I’m not lying I swear it, just come here”

“Say please”

“Please”

“Say Bucky’s amazing”

“Bucky’s amazing”

“Now say I love Bucky so so so much”

“Eww I’m not saying that!”

“Then I won’t come to yo-“

“I love Bucky so so so much. Happy?”

“Yep” Bucky grinned as he walked over stopping in front of her “ow ow, Bunny stop! You said you wouldn’t hit me!” He cries out.

“You. Pushed. Me. Over. In. The. Mud!” She says smacking him.

“It was funny”

“Was not! Now I’m dirty and momma won’t like it”

“Aww. But it was funny though you have to admit”

It…it kind of was.

“It’s not funny and you have no right in touching her” Tony says loudly walking over from where he was sitting.

“I-I…we were just playing”

“We were just playing” Tony mocks “you could have really hurt her”

“I would never hurt Bunny”

“Her names Y/n. Repeat after me Y/n”

“I know what her name is Tony”

“Well stop calling her that ridiculous name-“

“Hey! I like when he calls me Bunny, Tone why are you being mean for?”

“He should be hanging out with kids his own age”

“I’m a year older than her…”

Tony stands there and raises an eyebrow, glancing around the yard he pulls out a cigarette out of its packet “I don’t care stop hanging around my sister”

“You’re not allowed to smoke! Momma said it’s bad”

“Like I care! You” he points at Bucky “don’t talk to my sister ever aga-“

“Shut up Tony, he’s my friend”

“You’ll stay away from him Y/n/n” 

Making a show of herself getting closer to Bucky she took his hand in hers “No. You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Listen here you little brat you’ll do as-“

“Ducky…”

“Yeah”

“Run!”

“Get back here Y/n!”

Hand in hand they take off running back into the house with Tony close behind them. 

“Woah woah slow down kiddo’s”

“Sorry Mr George”

“Sorry dad” they call out at the same time.

“Momma, momma Tony smoking again!”

“What?”

“Me and Ducky was playing outside and Tony said the Ducky can’t call me Bunny anymore or be my friend anymore and he pulled out that white stick that he’s not allowed to have” she breathes out, slightly out of breath from her running.

“Ma…she’s lying” Tony speaks hesitantly as his mother glares at him.

“No she’s not!” Bucky’s quick to defend Bunny.

“Y/n sweetie why don’t you and James go back outside and carry on playing, I’ll call you in when lunch is ready” Maria says softy yet leaving no room to argue.

“Bu-Y/n I’m really sorry for pushing you over, I-I was just playing” Bucky says once they’re back outside.

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n…”

“No no no I’m Bunny to you”

“But Tony said-“

“Ignore Tony! Please Ducky” 

“Okay”

“What’s my name?”

“Miss poo poo pants” he grinned.

Y/n loved going to school even though she had no friends and was bullied quite often. She tried desperately to make friends just like Maria told her to do but none of the other kids wanted to be friends with her.

She was that one kid who was always alone and sometimes often seen talking to herself, she would run from one class to the next just so she wasn’t late and ate her food in the bathroom.

Despite always being alone she loved school.

One time Maria made her go to a sleepover that she wasn’t invited too, Maria spoke with the girls mom and that Friday night she was taken to the house for this sleepover.

It was a nightmare.

The other girls didn’t speak to her, they didn’t let her join in the fun activities. When it was time to sleep she settled down in her sleeping bag and feel asleep, waiting for the morning to come so she could leave.

When she woke her heart broke.

They had cut all her hair off.

“W-why di-did you do t-t-this?” She stuttered out, gripping the pile of hair they had cut off.

“It’s funny” one of the girls giggled.

Y/n grabbed her things and ran out of the room and down the stairs passing the mom on her way out, missing the grin on the woman’s face. She sat outside the home waiting for her momma to pick her up, tears streaming heavily down her face.

“Y/n? What-“

“T-they cut my hair off momma”

“Sweet baby come here”

Y/n climbed into Maria’s arms clinging on for dear life. Her hair was so long and curly and she loved it, it now came to her shoulders and was cut messily.

“I’ll get my friend to do it properly, okay? She’ll make it look nice and we’ll get ice cream afterwards yeah?”

“M-my hair momma”

“I know baby, it’ll grow back I promise”

Maria’s friend did in fact make her hair nicer but the problem was that it was now a little bit shorter than what the mean girls did. Y/n shook her head at the opportunity to get ice cream, all she wanted to do was go home and get into bed.

“What happened angel?” Howard asked when he came out of his office - the one place Y/n wasn’t allowed to explore - concerned and shocked at seeing his daughter red eyed and short hair.

“They cut my hair off because it was funny”

“Did you want them too?”

“No dada I was asleep”

“Oh angel.” He kneels down in front of her, his hands cold as he presses them on both sides of her head. “You still look very pretty”

“But my hair looks stupid”

“It doesn’t look stupid darling”

“It does!”

“No it doesn’t. Don’t try and argue back missy. I wouldn’t lie to you Y/n you know this”

“Sorry dada, can I go to bed please?”

“It’s okay and you can, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready okay”

“Okay” she rushes off upstairs and to her bedroom, climbing into her bed she laid there and with shaky hands she ran her fingers through her hair. Crying as she dreads Bucky’s reaction, knowing he loves her long hair.

Bucky walked into Howard’s house with Steve next to him, wondering where Bunny was.

“She’s in the backyard boys“

“Thanks Miss Maria” they call over their shoulders already making their way outside.

“Hi Bunny”

“Hi Ducky, hi Steve”

“Why do you look sad?” Steve says after he said his greeting.

“Why are you wearing your hood up?” Bucky then questions.

“Please please please don’t be mad”

“Why would I be mad Bun?”

“Because-“ her hands move towards the hood and slowly pulled it down, eyes casted downwards. “-of this”

“Bun…” Bucky gasped with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry” she cries.

“You had your hair cut?”

“I didn’t want to I swear!”

“Why did you let your ma do it then?”

“I didn’t, she didn’t, I was at a sleepover and the girls did it. They cut my hair wh-when I was asleep Ducky”

Bucky moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “It’s okay Bunny, it looks nice. Doesn’t it Stevie”

“Super nice” Steve agrees.

“It looks stupid!”

“It doesn’t”

After pulling away Bucky wiped the tears away and frowned, he always hated seeing her cry because he didn’t know what to do to make the tears stop from falling.

“Do you want to carry on playing fairies?” He asked knowing that she loved playing that game.

“Okay”

They played for hours, Bucky missing the way her hair flowed behind her as she ran. Missing the way it would always tangle itself around her body.

He didn’t know these girls who did this to his Bunny but he hated them.

“Bunny guess what?”

Lifting her head off the ground she looked over at him “what?”

“It’s nearly Christmas”

“I know, I’ve been good this year have you?”

“Of course. What do you think Santa will bring you?”

“A pony”

“A pony? How will Santa be able to put a pony on his sled Bun?”

“Magic” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Magic?”

“Yep, what do you think Santa will be bringing you?”

“A bike”

“You already have one…”

“I know but I want a new one”

“Oh. Well I’ll be getting a pony and you’ll be getting a bike because we’ve been really good this year”

“That’s true”

They both lay back down and carry on watching the fluffy clouds go past. Y/n really hoped that she was getting a pony whilst Bucky was also hoping the same thing for her.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“Will you be spending Christmas with us again?”

“I’m not sure why?”

“I want you to”

“Why?”

“Because your smelly”

“That makes no sense”

“You don’t make no sense”

They fall back into silence as the clouds go by.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“We’ll be friends forever won’t we?”

“Of course”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once again.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once…again.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“My ma’s having a baby”

“What?”

“Yeah she’s having a baby”

“I want one”

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“Your not married”

“Oh. Well can you marry me?”

“Why?”

“So I can have a baby”

“Okay”

“So…are we married now?”

“Yeah I think so”

“Good, that’s good”

“Should we tell our parents?”

“Okay”

Bucky stands up first and hold his hand out for her to take, hand in hand they head inside to where their parents were talking.

“Ma dad uncle Howard and Aunt Maria me and Bunny have to tell you something” Bucky starts, gaining the attention of all four adults.

“What is it son?”

“We’re married” Y/n beams.

“Oh really? Since when?” Howard chuckles.

“We were outside and Bunny asked me if we could get married so we did” Bucky continues.

“Why did you want to marry Bucky darling?”

“So I can have a baby” looking at Winnie and Maria who start to choke on their drinks.

“Do you know where babies come from?” George says as he pats Winnie on her back.

“The belly” the two kids reply in unison.

“Do you know how the baby gets there?”

“No…”

“You’ll have to kiss each other” Howard says.

“I have to kiss Bunny?”

“I have to kiss Ducky?”

All four adults stifle their laughter as the kids pull away from each other pulling disgusting faces.

“Eww I’m not kissing him!”

“I’m not kissing her!”

“That’s how babies get in the woman’s belly” George chuckles.

“I don’t want to be married to you anymore Ducky”

“Good I don’t want to be married to you either”

“Look Bunny I got a new bike!” Bucky says as he speeds past her on his new bike.

“That’s so cool can I ride it?”

“Okay but you have to be careful I don’t want you falling off like last time”

Bucky hops off the bike and waits for Y/n to come over and helps her get onto the bike. He holds on until she’s gotten the hang off it.

“I’m riding it Ducky! Look” she squeals.

“I’m looking, I’m proud of you Bun” just as he says them words she starts to wobble and falls off. “Bunny! Christ Bun are you okay?”

“I broke your bike Ducky I’m so sorry” she cries as she clutches her knee closer to her chest.

“I don’t care about that, are you hurt?”

“My knee. Ducky I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay-that’s a lot of blood” he pales at the heavy flow of blood streaming from her injured knee.

“Is-is it going to fall off?”

“No, well it shouldn’t do.”

Lifting her up he helps her walk in to the house, he calls out for Maria who comes rushing over and paling when she sees the blood flowing down her daughters leg, picking her up she rushes her into the bathroom where she can clean up the wound.

Bucky felt really bad for her falling off his bike especially since this time she had hurt herself, last time it happened luckily she fell off and landed on grass, the only injuries that was done was to her dress.

Watching as she limped out of the bathroom he rushed over giving her his arm to lean on.

“I’m really sorry Bunny”

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I broke your bike”

“It’s not broken don’t worry”

During dinner Bucky asks Y/n if she had gotten a pony from Santa, shaking her head sadly she carried on eating.

“When I’m older I’ll buy you a pony” he promises smiling when she smiles up at him.

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Adult Education Part 15 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica knows Jake is sorry for losing it on Brian, but now she has once again started to dread going to work. Things had been looking up, and she desperately needed that hopeful feeling back. But a chance run-in with Brian's wife and one well timed email might just be the start of something good.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, mention cheating, 18+

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Every day that Jessica woke up and got ready for work felt like she was making herself look presentable for her own execution. She hadn't slept well after Tuesday evening when she went home and cried after Jake punched Brian in the face. He offered to stay with her, but she told him she needed some time to herself. And now she was in a cycle of dreading every minute of work, just like before.

She'd had these soft glimmers of hope over the last few months. She had made a new friend, she had a boyfriend who she was falling in love with, and she absolutely nailed the fraternity fundraiser. Everything was looking so hopeful, but she should have known there was no way she could have it all if Brian was involved. Especially since it looked like he had a broken nose on Thursday morning.

She thought she was going to throw up when he looked at her. Any minute, Dean Walters or someone from his office would be knocking on her door, asking what exactly had possessed her boyfriend to punch the head of the science department.

But it never came. And the anticipation was just making it worse. When she heard someone tapping on her door, her stomach lurched as she sank a little lower in her seat. "Come in," she called out, her voice wavering. When the door eased open, she was surprised to see her friend standing there. "Advanced Calculus," she muttered, leaning back in her seat and taking a deep breath.

"I brought you some coffee," the other woman said as she closed the door behind her. "And I also came to ask you why the hell you didn't tell me that Jake punched Conley in the damn face!"

When Jessica looked at her again, she just shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

She set down the coffee cup and said, "You don't have to talk about it, because I already know all about it, because Jake won't shut up about it to Bradley. He thinks he fucked everything up with you. He thinks you're mad at him."

Jessica let her forehead rest on her desk. If she tried to say she wasn't avoiding Jake, she would be lying. "I think I just need to deal with the repercussions on my own. But I'll text him back." She reached for her phone and looked at the most recent message from him. Hey, Smart Girl. I'd love to bring dinner to your office hours, but only if you want me to.

"Wait. What repercussions?" the other woman asked as she took a seat with her own drink. "You don't think this will fall back on you? Do you?"

"How could it not? Have you seen Brian's face?"

She snorted. "I sure fucking did. I came up here more or less to congratulate you for making Jake fall in love with you so hard that he did that for you."

Jessica's heart pounded in response, and she knew her eyes were wide. Jake hadn't said that to her yet, and she hadn't either, but she felt like it was right there. "He just punched him all of a sudden. I didn't ask him to or anything."

"I know. That's the whole point. He couldn't let someone be shitty to you. I just knew Jake had it in him."

Jessica looked down at her phone again and decided to stop avoiding someone who made her so happy. I would love it if you brought me dinner.

His response came almost instantly, letting her know that he would be there. She felt a little better as she looked at her friend. "Thanks for the coffee." But she waved it off and shrugged. "I also wanted to stop by and tell you that everyone is still talking about your fratraiser. They all loved it."

Jessica wanted to love it, too. It has been the perfect night until Brian showed up. "Thanks. I still want to stop in and talk to Dean Walters about it, but I was trying to wait until things with Brian blew over."

"You should definitely talk to Walters," she replied as she stood to leave.

Jessica was tired of hesitating all the time, so she asked, "Do you want to have lunch together today?"

"Can't," she replied with a grimace. "I promised Dr. Rosenthal that I'd look at curriculum with him again."

"Tenure must be so nice," Jessica replied wistfully. "Not that I'll ever know."

Before she slipped out the door, the other woman said, "I'm still holding out hope, and you should, too."

Hours later, Jessica was still considering those words when she took a little break before the start of her office hours. She had been hiding at her desk, looking for a birthday gift for Jake, when she started yawning. With her office hours spread out like a gauntlet in front of her, she decided to quickly grab another coffee from the lounge. She would need it to get through a tutoring session with Luca.

But as soon as she walked through the door, she was met with Brian, and he had his arm wrapped around the same teaching assistant she saw him with before. The one he was most definitely sleeping with. His face looked terrible as the bruising had spread out from his crooked nose, giving him two black eyes. Jessica was sure the glare he was sending her way must be painful for him at the moment, and she had to try her hardest not to laugh. Apparently he was in full scumbag mode now, because he didn't even bother to separate from the TA as Jessica waffled next to the door, undecided if she should stay and make some coffee or not.

"Did you need something, Dr. Reed?" he snapped, his voice extra nasally.

The mere sound of his tone was enough to make her regret coming down here. "No, actually. I'll just leave you to your...business." She turned and left them, hoping she still had a can of Coke in her mini fridge that would suffice. And that was when she almost ran directly into Sabrina Conley.

Jessica recognized her immediately, and she could tell Brian's wife remembered her as well. A chill rippled along her entire body as she felt the woman appraising her with a hateful scowl. "Are you the reason my husband's face is a mess?" she asked, venom lacing every word. Convinced this week couldn't get any worse, Jessica stood frozen, completely unsure what she should say. Was it her fault? Or was it Brian's? Or maybe it was Jake's fault? She just wanted to hide in her office again and cry.

Sabrina took a step closer, her voice somehow more scathing as she said, "Can you at least tell me where he is?"

Jessica nodded, a jerky motion, as she pointed behind her and said, "In the lounge." It was a few seconds before she fully realized what she had done, and by that point it was too late. Sabrina had already disappeared around the corner, and then Jessica heard an angry shriek.

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It had been two solid days since Jake saw Jessica, and this was the proof he needed. Seeing her every day had become a necessity. It hurt that she'd distanced herself a little bit after the incident with Brian, even though he could understand that she probably just needed a little space and time. But the irrational side of his brain was running completely wild.

"I fucked up the best relationship I have ever had," he groaned in the locker room on base.

"No, you didn't," Bradley replied with an eye roll. "Or... maybe you did. Maybe Jessica is out on a date with Dev at this very moment."

Jake glared in response. "It's 5:30 on a Thursday. She just finished a lecture, and she's getting ready for her office hours. She's not anywhere with Dev."

Bradley smirked as he got dressed in one of his hideous shirts. "You have her entire schedule memorized. That's so cute."

"You have your wife's entire schedule memorized," Jake retorted.

"That's right. Dr. Tits is finishing up her linear algebra lecture right now which means I can pick her up on my way home. Unless we take a detour to the library," he muttered, and Jake decided to tune him out. He needed to stop home and grab the food he made yesterday in the hope that Jessica would want him to stop by tonight.

He would make this all up to her. If she was somehow in some shit at work because of him, he would have to try to fix it. So he picked up the little individual containers of chicken, mashed potatoes and vegetables along with some ice packs. But his condo was so quiet, he was anxious to leave again. He was hoping Jessica would want to spend the weekend here with him, cooking and reading some journals. Making love and watching a movie. Really anything she wanted to do.

He drove his new truck to campus and parked, knowing he was right in the middle of her office hours and not wanting to intrude if she was working with Luca or someone else. So he went slowly up the walkway past Chippy's and crossed the street to the science building. If he saw Brian, he would stay calm this time. He wouldn't fuck anything up worse for his girlfriend.

When he reached her office, the door was closed, and he heard a soft conversation inside, prompting him to wait his turn. He was hoping it was Luca. He already felt the rage building inside of him over the fact that it could be Brian again. But then the door opened, and a skateboard hit the floor in front of him, and Jake smiled.

As Luca skated away, Jessica launched herself at his chest, and Jake welcomed her, dropping his cooler bag on the floor. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly as she buried her face in his neck and held onto him. "I missed you."

"I don't know," she whispered. "I just know I missed you, too." She started backing up, pulling him into her office, and he reached to pick up the bag of food.

When she guided him to her desk chair, he was delighted that she pushed him down before sitting on his thigh. Jake's hands went to her waist, and she came to rest against his chest with a sigh. Maybe she wasn't so upset with him after all.

He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. He'd said it so many times. "I'm sorry I punched him."

"I know you are. It's okay, Jake. Part of me is absolutely delighted that you did that," she told him as she ran her fingers along his name tag. "Because he deserved it." She swallowed hard, and when she spoke again, he could barely hear her. "Brian's wife was here today, and she walked in on him alone with one of the department TAs in the lounge. I'm sure it was as obvious to her as it is to me that he's sleeping with her now."

"Shit," he grunted, stroking her jaw with his fingers before brushing them through her hair. "If he got caught again, then he deserved it."

She nodded. "I don't know why I feel guilty that I was the one who told her he was in the lounge."

Jake's fingers froze. "You feel guilty? Baby, the only one who should feel guilty about anything is Brian.""I know that," she whispered. "I do know that. But Sabrina has been through enough, and I've been feeling bad for her for the past year."

She needed a break, and Jake knew it. "That's understandable, but it's still not your fault. I think you should come spend the weekend at my place and let me take your mind off things."

Jessica tilted her face to look at him. "How are you going to do that?"

He kissed her forehead again as he said, "By cooking for you and kissing you and reading journals with you." Her soft moan had him pressing his luck. "We could pick out some journals right now, and I could have them ready for when you come over tomorrow after work. You worked really hard on your fundraiser, and you deserve a break this weekend."

"Jake," she groaned. "That sounds perfect." The fact that she was curling up on him and yawning now let him know she was exhausted. And if Brian's wife was on campus earlier today, then there was a good chance she was upset that her husband's face was all bruised. He needed to take Jessica's mind off of this shit.

"I'll go grocery shopping tonight, and then the whole weekend is whatever you want it to be, Jess."

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On Friday morning, when she ran down the hallway and into her office, Jessica turned on her computer. While it started up, she grabbed a few more journals from her shelf to take to Jake's place. Her plan was to leave right from campus to spend the weekend with him, her overnight bag already in her trunk. When she logged in to check her university email, she had to read over the newest message three times to believe it.

Dr. Reed, I realize this is very short notice, so please allow me to apologize in advance. Dr. Conley is taking a short leave of absence, and in an effort to keep disruption to a minimum, there is an immediate need for professors who are willing to step in and teach some of his courses. Due to conflicting schedules, you are the only PhD in the science department who can advise his Senior Studies class on Wednesday afternoons. I know this will be an additional workload if you are willing to take it, so we can discuss compensation on Monday. However, if you are willing, please let me know today so I can finalize this schedule. It would be much appreciated. Sincerely, Dean Corbin Walters

"Oh shit," Jessica gasped. Brian was taking a leave of absence? And not only was the dean not upset with her, he was asking her to take one of Brian's classes? "Holy shit." She lunged for her keyboard and typed up a response so quickly, she had to read it three times to fix the spelling errors. Her heart was pounding, because she would have been willing to do this even without the extra compensation.

And now she sat back in her chair, wondering exactly what had happened with Brian's wife. The anticipation was going to eat her alive, but she had a quantum physics lecture to hold. First she added a note to her calendar to call Dean Walters' office and schedule a meeting for Monday.

By the time Jessica was leaving campus on Friday afternoon, she had a meeting scheduled with the dean. She also took the time to update and recalculate all of her grades, and Luca was finally passing. She rode down the elevator with a smile on her face, knowing Brian wasn't on campus, lurking around a corner, ready to give her a hard time. Instead she walked out to her car in her heels with her head held high.

Her stomach was growling, but she knew Jake would feed her all weekend. He would take care of everything. She wouldn't have to scrape together any sad meals or plan her lessons through next semester just for something to do. She was allowed to enjoy herself when she was with her boyfriend. She was allowed to let her feelings grow deeper.

Of course she wasn't disappointed when she knocked on the front door of his condo, and the door swung open to reveal him in an undershirt and gray sweatpants, the smell of something delicious wafting to meet her.

"Baby, you should call me from the parking lot next time," Jake drawled, reaching for her. "It's getting dark outside, and I don't want you walking around alone."

Jessica whimpered as he pulled her inside and locked the door. Of course she thought he was being a little dramatic, but she appreciated him nonetheless. "Okay, next time I'll call you." She barely got the last word out as his lips met hers. Her palm slid over the roughness of the stubble starting to grow in on his cheek before she pushed her fingers back through his hair.

"You're really not upset with me?" he asked softly, eyes closing to her touch.

"No," she promised. "I just needed some time to think about things, but I'm not upset with you."

It was all a seamless motion as Jake scooped her up by her thighs and backed up until he was sitting on his couch with her on his lap. "I missed you," he whispered, squeezing her legs and hips gently.

She laughed as he kissed her neck. "You saw me yesterday."

"It wasn't enough." His voice sounded a little rougher.

She tugged on his hair until his lips were hovering against hers. "It was less than a day ago."

His nose bumped hers as his hands tightened around her waist. "Well apparently I can't go that long, Jessica."

She could feel his cock hardening through his sweatpants, and the more she tugged on his hair, the raspier his voice seemed to get. His green eyes were so pretty and eager, and she wanted him right now. Her skirt was already bunched up on her thighs, so she took his hands in hers and used them to push the fabric the rest of the way up to her waist.

A little smirk formed his lips as she said, "I can't go another minute."

Jake grunted and shook his head before his eyes trailed down to where she knew her rose colored thong was on display for him, and he swiped one long index finger up along her clit. "Jake!" she gasped, grinding down on his cock. He did it again, and she rolled her hips again. "Oh my god."

With one hand, Jake hooked her underwear to the side, and the cool air met her wet core. With his other hand, he tugged himself free of his sweats and his underwear, his thick cock standing at attention for her. She didn't hesitate as she sank down around him, making him groan loudly. One slow roll of her hips, and she was groaning too. Just when she was getting a good rhythm going, her lips met his neck, and his phone alarm started blaring in his pocket.

"Shit," he grunted, stilling her movements with one hand on her butt as he mashed his fingers against his phone screen. "I'm making you a chicken pot pie, and I don't want it to burn." He stood with Jessica fully seated on his cock, and she grabbed at his hair and his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, losing one high heel as he walked.

"Fuck! Jake!" she nearly screamed, clenching around him with each step he took.

"Hang on, Baby," he whispered, setting her on the island before turning away from her to reach for his pot holders. She was whimpering for more as soon as he was gone, but she was treated to the sight of him removing the pie from the oven before tossing the pot holders on the floor and rushing back to her, his wet cock bobbing along. "I got you."

He was back where she wanted him with one sharp thrust, and the look of concentration on his face as he worked her up made her smile. "You liked it when I was walking, didn't you?"

All she had to say was, "Yes," and he had her up off the island again. She lost her second shoe as he grinned and walked around the island, rubbing the spot deep inside of her that made her ache with need. "Yes." She was a mess, clinging to him and making ridiculous sounds while he walked her back through the kitchen. And then she was clenching around his cock, with her lips to his ear, but when she saw the dinner he made for her, she came. She whined his name, one long, loud syllable.

Next thing she knew, he had her back pressed up against the refrigerator, magnets clattering to the floor as he got some leverage and thrust into her with all his weight. "Jessica," he growled, nudging her glasses with his nose and squeezing her butt. Then he filled her up with his cum, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half lidded.

Jake kissed along her lips as he murmured, "Let me feed you dinner, Smart Girl. And then we can do anything you want as long as you don't leave my side." --------------------------

Could things be looking up? I mean, Jake can't really be blamed, right? And it looks like scumbag Brian is found out once again. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 16

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[dramaticl0vers]

I need you, protect yourself (Husband! Ardeth Bay x Wife! Reader PART 2)

Your nightmares came back to you, just like they did ten years ago, before you even married Ardeth, only this time it was worse because you had to abandon your children to go with your husband to save the world…again …It felt like an eternity at the beginning.

Investigate the search for Imhotep in secret for months, arrive in London, see how your nephew, whom you had not seen for years, was kidnapped, return to Egypt in search of him… say goodbye to your husband, watching him get lost in the undergrowth from the jungle, not knowing if he was going to survive Anubis' army…Truly traumatic.

But now it was just another nightmare, right? A twisted game that played your head to see you suffer.

You saw the wounds on his face, his tattoos and his tanned skin emerging from the sand, and when you hugged him again…you really thanked God.

Your head was pressed against your husband's injured back the entire trip home, your arms clinging to his chest, as if letting him go from your arms again was mortal… Your head covered with your white linen cloaks, shielding you from the burning sun as the two returned home victorious again, with what was left of the Medjai army following them.

And when they arrived at the town and the cheers of its people could be heard to the heavens, while they cried with joy and threw flower petals at them, you thought that everything had been worth it.

Ardeth got off his horse and helped you off of it. His eyes analyzed yours and finally joined in a passionate kiss, a kiss that you had not experienced in a long time, and that you had hoped to feel. You turned to putty in his strong arms, sighing.

The other families were with the warriors who had returned…and those who did not mourn their loss, but were proud that their sons, husbands, brothers and fathers had died in such a noble cause.

—MOM, DAD!—

Oh, for god's sake, when you heard those two little voices in the crowd, you knew everything had turned out well.

You let go of your husband's arms with euphoria, and looked around, only to see your two kids running towards you. Your eyes suddenly stung with tears and you ran to throw yourself on the ground, just like your husband, who, like you, opened his arms towards them.

Your daughter and son threw themselves into your arms with joy, as tears ran down your face and you hugged them tightly, filling their faces and heads with kisses.

You felt Ardeth's arms around the three of you, you leaned on his chest and continued kissing their heads.

—My children, my babies —

You said, Ardeth caressed your son's head and kissed your hair.

[…]

Your children lay asleep, and music and laughter could be heard from the center of the village from the festival in their honor, you watched the fun of your village with a smile before finally entering your shared tent.

Your eyes fell on Ardeth, who lay standing with his back to you, watching the flames of the torch burn down.

You walked towards him slowly and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your head on his shoulder blade.

—We're in home…—

You sighed, your husband turned around and hugged you, burying his face in your neck and placing a kiss on it. His beard tickled you and a small giggle left your lips as he clung to you tighter.

—When was the last time you were in my arms like this?—

He asked, kissing your shoulders covered with the black fabric.

—Months ago…—

You said, sighing and closing your eyes.

—Ardeth…do you think…that thing will come back?—

You asked, a shiver running down your spine. Your husband left your neck and took his hands from your waist to your cheeks.

—If he did, I would be calm… I'm talking about, I have the bravest warrior in the entire desert by my side, why should I be afraid?—

He said smiling, kissing your lips. The kiss became more fiery as the minutes passed. You broke away from the kiss and looked at him, with a flirtatious smile and a look that expressed mischief.

—If so, why don't you come and we have a sword fight?—

The Medjai let out a loud laugh and his grip returned to your waist, pulling you close to him forcefully.

—If that mummy was not the cause of my death, I am sure that you will be, woman—

[mandowifey]

Hey there was just wondering what kind of father behaviors Dr. Ohnn would have?

Love,

Absolutely not your wife

Since you're not my wife -

Paternal Headcannons for; Johnathon Ohnn

Warnings: SFW, pregnancy talk, baby talk. Reader has a uterus and able to birth a child but is not gendered.

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Johnathon would not have ever imagined having a child.

Especially now, with him the way that he is.

That being said, I think once you told him you were pregnant, he'd have a whiplash of emotions.

He'd be shocked, thrilled, scared, excited, scared again, overjoyed, then practical.

With him being so unstable, he'd worry about your health and the babies health.

He'd want to run checks on you both often. He's doting and concerned already, rightfully so considering what his condition is.

Additionally, I think it'd be very emotional for him. This is someone who lost all relationships and his job because of what he turned into. Whilr his disposition is generally light-hearted, he shows emotional instability, especially when dealing with Miles.

He loves you both already.

John would assure you he was going to take care of everything. Money, home, anything you need.

Depending on when you come out pregnant, he'd possibly open another dimension and send you there. Probably a very safe one, where he knows none of the spiders or his enemies can find you.

Did I mention he worries?

Like, constantly. So many ultrasounds and desperately wanting to be sure this is real.

He fears the baby having his powers.

"What if it somehow portals out of you?"

You'd have to hold his arm and try to assure him how unlikely that was. He'd argue the semantics of scientiffic likelihoods, and you would be falling asleep by then.

John wants the sex to be a surprise.

Though he secretely wants a girl.

He'd like listening to its heartbeat. His head on your swelling tummy, holding still and eagerly squirming once he heard it.

That man cried the first time the baby kicked.

He'd be a worrying dad, always wanting to make sure you both were okay.

I think it'd make his plight with Miles more personal. He's tired of being made fun of by his peers, he wants to be taken seriously and be given credit. The guy wants to carve a name for himself so his child (and you) can be proud of him. Which leads to his corruption arc, where you are left with his baby while he becomes stronger.

He wouldn't forget about either of you. He'd most certainly want to come back and see you when he can.

Lastly, so many corny science jokes.

Like, he will not stop, at all.

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Quick glimpses of how Tig navigated becoming a widow and single father to his daughter OC Raven Trager.

As always my stories are 18+.

General Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators

Sons Only Tag List: @youngadult9016

Tig Tag List: @kikijackson-blog

How It Started

Tig stood staring down at the bullet riddled body of his beautiful wife. He willed her to take a breath, open her eyes, do something as the tears continued to slip from his icy blue eyes. His knees buckled and anguished sobs spilled from his chest. How could this have happened? How could one of his brothers betray him like this?

Tig had no idea how much time had passed. He had moved from the floor to the table. Cradling his wife to him. The chill didn't bother him and he tried to ignore how her body was now hard and stiff when it used to soft and giving to his touch. Tig shook off the hands that touched his shoulder.

"Tig. Your daughter still needs you. Melanie would want you to put your attention onto Raven." murmured Chibs as he grabbed his friends arm again. This time firmly pulling him off the table and back onto his feet. "The wrong parent was killed man. It should be me on this table." sobbed Tig as he shook his head. "How do I tell my daughter her mommy got killed because daddy was an asshole to a friend?"

Chibs pulled Tig into his arms. Letting the other man get his emotions out before speaking. "She will understand when she is older. She is too young for any of this to make sense. Don't beat yourself up Tig.

6 years later

"Alright Dad. She has to walk by herself from here" stated the teacher as she held out her hand to Raven. Tig let out a nervous chuckle as he knelt next to his daughter. "Don't know whose more nervous her or me" he stated as he ruffled Ravens long black hair making her giggle even as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"It will get easier I promise" soothed the teacher as she sent him a warm smile and took Ravens hand.

"Bye bye Daddy" stated Raven after she kissed his cheek and let the teacher lead her into the school.

Tig was too choked up to reply so he gave her a wave before turning and wiping at his eyes. He had cried more since becoming a father than he had the rest of his life. He always thought he would want a son but he wouldn't change having a sweet little girl for the world.

5 years later

Tig was frantically pacing his kitchen, hands in his curly hair as he waited for Gemma to arrive. How could he have been so stupid? So unprepared for this? Melanie would have had all the supplies Raven would need and would have had the womanhood talk with her already. How could he have fucked up this so badly?

He was a failure as a husband and now a failure as a dad. Tig was so deep in his thoughts he hadn't heard the back door open or Gemma greet him.

"Tiggy?" repeated Gemma as she stood with bags and cleaning supplies. "What's wrong?"

I failed her" stated Tig as he started to tear up. "The most important day of a little girls life when she becomes a woman and I fucked it up" he continued as he sat in a chair resting his head on the table.

Gemma rolled her eyes before moving out of the kitchen. "Its a period Tig. Don't be so dramatic"

3 years later

"Who was that?" asked Tig as he handed his daughter a helmet as she got on his bike. "Just a friend" replied Raven trying to hide a smile as the young boy waved at her as they pulled out of the school parking lot.

Tig frowned. He knew the day would come but it felt too soon. He wanted his sweet little girl to stick to baby dolls and tea parties forever. Never thinking of boys and the other things that came with them.

"Well better stick to just friends. You are not allowed to date until you are fifty at least" stated Tig firmly.

Raven rolled her eyes before replying. Purposefully riling her dad up was becoming her favorite pastime. "What if it is Jax or Opie? Can I get an exception for them?

Tig gritted his teeth. "Too old for you. Not another word on the matter" he practically growled as they pulled into the lot at TM.

2 years later

"I hate you!" screamed Raven as her hand caught Tig's cheek, the force turning his whole head to the side. Before Tig could reply Raven was out the front door, the slam echoing through the house.

Tig sighed in defeat as he turned to the barely clothed woman in his living room. "You should go"

The woman nodded meekly before pulling her dress back on and making her way quietly out of the house.

Hours passed as Tig searched for Raven. It was storming and late. He was worried she would do something stupid. He was getting ready to call Clay and have him assemble the club when his phone dinged.

Juice: Hey. Just wanted to let you know Raven showed up here. I can bring her to TM with me in the morning. That cool with you?

Tig: That is fine. Thanks man. Sorry.

Juice: No worries.

Tig sighed as he made his way back home. He tried to remind himself this would pass like Gemma had told him. All teenage girls go through a hate my dad phase.

1 year later

"What do you think Gem?" inquired Tig as he sat at Gemma's kitchen table his hands wrapped around a mug of tea.

"Some space may do you both some good. She would be close and you know she would be protected" replied Gemma as she sat across from him. Her heart ached for Tig. She knew his relationship with Raven was important to him and that he had always strived to be a great father. The last year had taken its toll on the two.

"Juice would not make a move on her. They are just friends and she ends up at his house anyway after ya'll fight. Might as well let her move in" continued Gemma with a shrug of her shoulders.

Tig nodded. A change would be for the best and hopefully it would let him repair his relationship with Raven. Even if it meant she no longer lived with him.

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[sirensvcubus]

Daryl x reader

Enemies to lovers

Smut

Takes pleace when Daryl was held captive and tortured by Negan, and later in Alexandria

Warnings: forced marriage, mentioned killing, captivity, implied torture, smut

This was written very sloppy but rest assured theres smut lol and sum parts r cringy but thats fanfic 4 u

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I had nothing against Daryl Dixon or his group I would have joined them much sooner if I could’ve, but Negan’s offer came first.

I was all alone out there no one to talk to nothing to eat when the saviors found me and brought me to negan, he told me i could be his wife or I could be on the front lines fighting for him. I fought for the saviors killed over and over again until I became desensitized to it. I couldn’t take it anymore and took up his offer to be his fake wife. I wanted him to grow on me but he didnt I only hated him more and more each day.

He knew I loathed him and he would take it out on me or the other wives. I would wander down the halls crying when i heard my cries eco back to me but it wasnt me. Thats when I first met Daryl Dixon. We talked about our lives, where things went wrong and what led us to crying in a lonely hallway or a dark room. I would bring him extra food and tell the guards to turn down the music because it was giving me a headache. Any time I was lonely or sad I would go to talk by his door.

He always talked about escaping but I knew if Negan caught me he would make me pay. But one day he yelled and he screamed after catching one of the wives cheating and after what he did I knew I had to get out of there and fast. I changed into jeans and long sleeve shirt got a gun and my machetes with a pack of food water and a map. Then i thought back to why I agreed to go with Negan in the first place. Where was I gonna go? Faced with the back exit and a long gloomy hall leading to another gloomy hall that contained Daryl, I chose the hall. You grabbed some clothes from a near by room and headed his way. I turned down the music and knocked twice like how I always do.

“You said you have a group right a good one nice fair people.”

There was a silence then he growled “yes”

You picked the lock with your bobby pin, a skill that always came in handy in the apocalypse.

You took a deep breath and opened the door he lunged at you pushing you against the wall with his hands around your throat. You had never seen him and only now released how strong he was. You let out a tear and he loosened his grip

“Please I cant, I cant do this anymore” you broke down.

He let go he grabbed the clothes, putting them on quickly. You faced the wall shaking your leg anxiously.

“Come on” you grabbed his hand leading him to the exit.

4 months later…

His group took me in after some convincing and I even got close with some of them. I felt safe in the first time in a long time. But Daryl and I only got more distant. I missed our little talks. But we both got more mad at each-other as time went on he resented me and i hated him for it. But everything changed one night. This night.

I knocked twice on his door

I waited out in the rain getting soaked from head to toe.

He took his time and slowly opened the door

“Why do you hate me.” I said desperately rain pooling down my face

“Get in here” he pulled you by your arm inside out of the cold rain

“Girl what the hell are you doing out there,its too cold, you got a death wish r sum”

“I have been through so much. Getting my ass kicked, forced to marry a monster, watching my friends die….my family. But I have never felt more alone surrounded by people who care about me because none of them were you.” You said.

He looked away from you thinking.

“Why” you said

“I don’t hate you, every time i look at you…….. I just remember that place …Negan , and I wouldn’t care except then I think of what he would do to me if he knew.” He said standing so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

“Knew what..” you trembled.

“The things I wanna do to you.” He whispered low in his rough accent.

You gulped “tell me”

“I have a better idea” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. It was slow at first getting faster and faster biting your lip occasionally pulling away to look at you. His hands fell from your face and glided down to your hips squeezing tightly when he got to his destination. it hurt a little bit but pulled a small moan out of you and your hole body vibrated as he pressed himself against you. His warmth radiated throughout you. Your breath quickened and he started letting out small grunts. You scrunched his hair in your fists as you made out more violently. He started kissing your neck giving small bits as he slid one of his hands down your jeans touching you lightly teasing you. You let out a begging moan. But he retracted his hand and pulled you by your waist over to the kitchen propping you up on the counter. He lifted you so easily without any strain, it made you sigh in his ear which teased out a big grunt. You chuckled a little pleased with yourself. He lashed back by grabbing you by your neck pressing you down on the cold counter as he went down on you.

“I thought you didn’t want me cold.”

“Lets get you really hot then.” He replied

He lifted you so you were sitting on his shoulders as he continued on you. You reached out only to find the ceiling to hold onto before you were dropped onto the bed.

In the morning you found him sitting up shirtless holding a cup of coffee. You were rapped up in the sheets you clothes spread throughout the house.

“Huuuuuu where did you get that.”

“My secret stash.” He smiled

The peace was suddenly cut short with heavy nocking.

“Ooooo boy, open up lovebirds I’ve missed you both”

Negan.

[guitarhappyman]

Let people know.

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in

Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

[dreamlandreader]

Foolish Fire Chapter Two - A Bump in the Night

Hello friends, I'm so happy that Foolish Fire is out in the world and that it has had such a lovely reception so far. @popjunkie42-blog here is chapter two of your gift for the @acotargiftexchange ❤️

Things really get going this chapter so I hope you are all ready because it is about to get angsty!

Read Chapter One HERE or head to the Masterlist HERE

If you prefer to read on AO3 that can be found HERE Content Warning: Large bodies of water, violence, injury, discussions of blood, angst, MC not in control of their own mind.

Word Count - Approximately 2200 Words

Feyre was lost. Lost, as her physical body ran and ran, following the shimmering creature before her. Lost, in her own mind, as the rational side of her brain was snuffed out by the reverie clouding her head. Lost to her mate, who distantly screamed her name, only for his cries to go unheard.

Feyre could think of nothing but the butterfly and her desperate desire to follow wherever it led. Her friends and family, even her mate, were a distant memory, so far away that they barely registered as a speck of dust on the horizon.

Rhysand’s voice rang out, over and over and over, but still, Feyre ran, unflinching, with her eyes fixed on the glittering wings flapping ceaselessly in the breeze.

If only Feyre had been more alert to her senses rather than becoming consumed by such an unbridled trance. Then, she might have heard the waves lapping against the wooden dock or scented the salt in the air. Perhaps she would have even noticed the icy water numbing her feet, her legs and then her waist. But Feyre did not notice. She just continued forward, still following the floating light, directly towards the centre of one of Prythian’s greatest lakes.

Rhysand ran panic-stricken through the darkened woods, scanning every inch the shadows would allow him to for his mate. He was utterly lost. Every turn he took led to miles and miles of endless and unidentifiable trees. No landmarks, no signposting, nothing to tell him if he was going in the right direction or merely chasing his own tail.

“Feyre!” Rhysand cried, pure fear permeating his every breath.

Try as he might to find his mate through the bond or talk to her with his daemati skills, Feyre’s shields were up so high and wrapped in so many thorns that even he could not penetrate them or even rap against her walls to let her know he was there, and that he would find her.

“Feyre, please!” He begged once more.

Silence screamed back in response, and Rhysand’s heart ached unbearably in his chest, sending a wave of sorrow, fear and desperation barrelling towards his wife, who unbeknownst to him, was almost a mile away, now shoulders deep in Belisama Lake, being watched by a beady-eyed creature lurking just below the surface of the water.

Feyre’s chestnut hair pooled around her shoulders as she waded deeper into the bitterly cold waters. Pond scum and debris brushed against her legs, but her feet remained planted firmly on the bottom of the lake as she kept walking forward.

Suddenly, agony hit Feyre full force. The sort of pain not caused by physical injury but by unrelenting emotional torment. Devastating panic wrapped its evil hands around Feyre’s throat and began to squeeze, and sadness hollowed her chest enough to stop her in her tracks. Closing her eyes to steady herself, Feyre saw a golden thread reaching out to her, begging her to reach back, tug on its sparkling strands, and follow it home. Home. Home, where her beautiful baby boy played, her sisters shared stories, and her friends laughed. Home, where her mate waited. Where they danced, where they made memories, and loved each other to the ends of the universe. Her cunning, handsome, infuriatingly perfect mate. Her Rhysand.

“Rhysand!” Feyre’s eyes shot open as she woke from her dreamlike state. The spell broken, the glimmering butterfly vanished into thin air, and Feyre’s mind started spinning. She could not remember much of her journey to the lake, only little pieces here and there remained amongst the fog. She had ran, twigs breaking beneath her feet. Somewhere along the way, she had lost her shoes, but with her mind elsewhere, the brutal forest floor didn’t cause her any pain. She just ran and ran, even as her feet bled, even as her mate called out for her to return to him. 

Plunged back into reality, the icy water began to sting at Feyre’s skin, and she froze on the spot as the panic slowly started to creep in. Feyre tugged at the bond, but Rhysand’s end of the thread had become devastatingly limp. She did not have time however to fear what had happened to her mate, because as dread began to rise from the pit of Feyre’s stomach, a horrifying noise bellowed around the lake, and a colossal beast emerged from the water, setting it’s sights on the female before it. 

“Feyre!” Rhys screamed, voice hoarse with heartbreak. 

“Rhysand!” Feyre’s beautiful voice rang out, cutting through Rhysand’s panic like a soothing melody.

“Feyre,” Rhys whispered to himself as he stopped running and let his fae hearing locate the direction of her voice. 

“Rhys!” Feyre sang out once more. 

“Darling, I’m coming. Stay where you are!” Rhys replied, relief bleeding out into his voice as he ran towards his mate. 

Rhys whipped around trees and darted through the darkness to find her. Turning one last corner and slowing down, he saw her, Feyre, uninjured and safe, perfect as the moment he lost her. 

Feyre stood in a clearing, the gentle autumn breeze billowing through her hair, with a small smile gracing her face. Rhysand was struck by how calm she appeared. The tranquil energy that surrounded Feyre was not that of relief but pure serenity, as though she had just been taking a relaxing evening stroll along the Sidra. Perhaps she is still under the wisp’s enchantment, Rhys thought, as he approached her cautiously. 

“Feyre, are you okay? You don’t seem yourself,” Rhys inquired, ever so slowly moving towards her. 

“Of course I’m okay, Rhys. I’m with you again, aren’t I?” Feyre responded, with an odd amount of emotionless precision. 

Rhysand narrowed his eyes at his wife, giving her another once over to ensure he didn’t miss any injuries she may have incurred. Suddenly, he noticed something he missed before. A gap had formed between Feyre’s sock and the hem of her leggings, revealing a sliver of what should have been skin, but was instead shining copper metal. 

Rhys’s heart sank. This was not his wife. This was the empusa. 

The empusa was a beast birthed by a dark and powerful witch many centuries ago. She was a shapeshifter, identifiable only by her singular copper leg that she could never entirely hide. She was notorious for attacking lone bystanders, draining them of their blood and then consuming whatever was left. 

She was not of one court; instead, she chose to wander, to follow her prey where it went. The High Lords had been trying to capture and imprison her for centuries, as had the those who came before them, but she was a devious creature and hid well. If Rhysand wasn’t careful, he was about to become her dinner. 

Pretending he truly believed this monster was Feyre was not difficult for Rhysand. After all, he had worn many masks in his time. No, what was difficult was hiding his anguish that Feyre was still out there somewhere, and he could do nothing to help her except keep himself alive.

“Come here, Rhysand. I’m terribly cold,” the empusa asked, reaching out to the male. 

He knew he would have to be careful and take it slow. Trick her into thinking she had won, and then use his powers to kill her. It was the only way he would come out of this alive. The only way he could help Feyre. 

“I’m coming, Darling,” he purred, closing the distance between himself and the beast, opening his arms for a hug. He needed to be quick, to take the opportunity to delve into his magic and mist her before she knew what was coming, before she could strike. 

Wrapping his arms around the creature, he began to dip into his well of power, when he was distracted by a firm and panicked tug on the bond. Feyre. Rhys reached out towards the thread that connected him to his mate, and he was mere millimetres away when- 

Sudden pain, sharp and breathtaking, engulfed Rhysand’s entire being. The beast had stabbed him in the back whilst he was distracted by reaching out to Feyre. Untangling himself from the empusa’s embrace, Rhys fell to the floor, fury haemorrhaging from his veins along with the blood that spilled from the wound behind him. Desperately, he tried and failed to draw from that pool of power within him, to destroy the empusa where she stood, but it was empty. Not a single drop of magic remained. 

“Faebane,” Rhys laughed through excruciating pain, gasping to catch his breath. “If you are going to fight me, at least fight fair, you bitch,” he snarled. 

Smirking down at Rhysand, the empusa gave him a swift smack across the face, causing his teeth to clash together. The gleaming ring that graced his wife’s hand split his lip open upon impact, but Rhys did not let out a sound, just glared up at the creature. 

“Is that any way to speak to your mate?” the empusa seethed, contorting his wife’s beautiful mouth into a vicious sneer. 

“You are not my mate,” Rhys retorted, spitting blood at her feet. 

“No, perhaps I am not,” she smiled, “But, I will enjoy tearing you apart piece by wicked piece, High Lord, and then hunting your little pet down for dessert.” 

Feyre had been so focused on the hovering golden light that reflected over the Belisama, that she hadn’t sensed the monster circling the waters around her as she wandered into the lake. She noticed it now, though, as it bared its rotting teeth and prowled close enough for her to make out every individual spine on its algae-covered back. 

The beast was at least 10 feet long, with a short, plump torso, a long, thick neck, and a tail that could likely knock down a tree with one strike. There was no way Feyre could outswim it; there was not a chance in hell. 

Taking a breath, head still swirling like the silver spinning top she’d bought Nyx last Solstice, she realised she needed to think her way out of this situation. She could have kicked herself when she realised the solution was right there the entire time. 

The low rumble of the monster’s growl rang out once more. It was only metres away now, so without giving it a second thought, Feyre winnowed herself to the shore, sank to her knees in exhaustion and shivered uncontrollably, as she watched the fearsome creature rage over its lost meal. 

“Stupid, gods damned idiot!” Feyre yelled to herself, furious that she had become so overwhelmed by confusion and shock that she had forgotten the simplest of solutions. She could hear what Rhys would say. Darling, it’s not your fault. Your brain was swamped with magic, and you were disorientated when you escaped its grasp. It is not your fault, my love. But Rhys wasn’t here, and no matter how hard she tugged on their bond or screamed his name, she got nothing in return. 

Looking straight into the scaled beast’s dark and soulless eyes as it sank down below the surface of the murky water, Feyre felt a warm fire in her belly as she stood and began to walk on her bare and bloody feet. She was not going to die tonight, and neither was her mate. No matter what lurked in these woods. 

A howl of agony echoed around the shadowed forest as Feyre, still soaked to the bone with rancid lake water, stalked through the trees with the grim determination to find her mate. A shiver ran down Feyre’s spine, which had nothing to do with her damp and heavy clothes, as she heard the love of her life yell out in pain.

“Rhys?” Feyre screamed.

A faint reply sounded out.

“Feyre,”

He can’t be far, she thought.

Moving in the direction of the weak voice, Feyre quickly stumbled across a scene which cleaved her heart in two.

Her strong and powerful mate was sprawled on the forest floor, the scent of his blood permeating the air. He was teetering on the brink of consciousness and had clearly taken some quite significant blows to his face. Leaning over him leered a female, not just any female, but a clone of Feyre herself, who crouched on all fours, only inches from ripping out Rhys’s throat with her teeth.

“Step away from my mate before I split open your chest with my bare hands and pluck out your heart,” Feyre threatened, lurching forward, rage taking over from all rational thought.

A gust of Feyre’s power whipped through the clearing at such speed that it knocked the empusa clean off her feet, sending her flying onto her back with a sickening crack. Looking at Rhysand from a closer angle, Feyre could see the damage the creature had inflicted on her husband. He was bleeding heavily from his left shoulder blade, his beautiful face contorting in pain. Rhys’s fae healing was nowhere to be seen. Faebane, she guessed. Feyre couldn’t stand watching Rhys writhe in pain, couldn’t cope with the agony that played out across his features. As he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, and the creature on the floor began to stir, Feyre decided the monster before her had just signed her own death warrant.

Don't forget to check out the fact file here for more info about the creatures referenced in this fic.

[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

Chapter 12

Cw: postpartum depression,alcoholic relapse(if you know the proper term for it please tell me), anxiety

Taglist: @zablife @wandawiccan60 @thegreatdragonfruta @babayaga67

“If you keep coddling him like that, he will turn out spoiled.” Audrey looked with disapproval at Luca who bounced his son on his knee while Eva bustled in the kitchen putting the cook and maids on edge as she had them try to match her fast pace.

“Give him to me, the last thing we need is your guests to think she’s taken your balls too.” She added holding out her arms and reaching for his two-and-a-half-year-old son.

Leonardo, his Leoncino, cries the moment Luca’s stepmother’s hands brush against his torso.

“What guests? Its just you, papa and Angel.” Luca taunted her by continuing to play with his boy.

He had almost lost Eva when she miscarried, he had seen her depressive periods ---often accompanied by Dido’s Lament playing on the gramophone--- and feared he would come home to find her gone.

But then with the same strength and grace she carried herself after a lifetime of war, Luca watched her return to life.

Its 1924 now, nearly five years after you would think that never happened.

“Have you considered giving the boy a sorellina?” Audrey tried her best to be good, not that it worked, Luca hated her guts and Eva couldn’t stand her even with quite a lot of bribery.

Once he fucked Eva in a confessional to keep her from throttling Audrey for insinuating she was insane to his English cousins.

Eva slammed a cabinet door as she heard the question.

Eva was not ready to go through it all again.

The pregnancy had left her a mess, buying and reading books on parenting, on coping with her past and once he had found her drunk out her mind screaming for him to take Leo and leave because she was cursed.

She was not well.

He had been warned of it and told her uncle that he could handle whatever came. Luca had not lied, he was committed to her and when he realized her loved her, he knew he would rather kill himself than be without her.

She’s bewitched you; Matteo had said with disgust. Matteo loved his wife, but was not devoted to her like Luca was to his.

“We will have another when it happens, matrigna.” He answered curtly, reminding her that she was his father’s wife, not his real mother.

If Eva thought if having Luca’s family visit for Thanksgiving and Leo’s third birthday at their new house was a test of her patience, then she was right.

She is always right; it is one of the many curses she was born with.

“Rilassare, Evuccia,” Luca whispers as he kissed her bare shoulder after putting Leo to bed. “Relax.”

Vincenzo eyed her with suspicion, Angel was nice, but they were very much strangers still and Audrey was an eternal thorn at her side.

She wants a granddaughter; people were getting suspicious that Eva was taking long to have another, and Luca was not getting any younger.

If you wait too long people will think he is not man enough, she had warned as she ‘helped’ her in the kitchen.

Why does no one understand why she is apprehensive to have another?

She wants more children, she has seen she will another one, a daughter with her freckles.

Even the universe is telling her its time.

Fuck your fears, the cards said last night. Rosabla Isabel Changretta will be born in 1924.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your time with your family.” She grumbled and turned her head to kiss him.

Something was worrying him.

“Angel bought an engagement ring today, for the woman I told you about. La Puttana in the gyps---”

“Romani,” Eva chides him as she tugged his sleeve in the direction of the bedroom. "Please don't call her a whore, she's a secretary now and put her past behind her.

If we play our cards right you can have a kingdom of our own."

She likes talking business, likes how he gets when he talks about his plans. Makes for good loving, like him getting his blood running in a fight.

“Fine, the Romani gang causing trouble for us. Run by idiots, the leader, Thomas Shelby married the narc they sent him and his aunt let him.

Easy pickings and we won't ever have to listen to anyone else."

There was history there.

With the aunt at least.

He is a fantastic lover, woman wept when they learned he was monogamous.

If Eva didn’t have him wrapped around her fingers, she would be worried he’d leave her for someone closer to his age.

“Should I be wary of this aunt?” the witch asked feigning jealousy even as she unbuttons his vest and shirt.

He likes it when she’s jealous, likes knowing she’d give the other women seeking him a run for their money.

“Hmm, no. No woman could hold a candle to you, tesoro.” He turns the tables on her and shoves her roughly against the wall.

“Prove it, Luca.” She smiles wickedly when that dangerous look in his eyes intensifies letting her know she’s in for a good time.

“Tell me how, maga, and I’ll prove it to you.” He pressed against her, kissed her neck and jaw and a part of her knew this passion would go out like a light the moment she says it.

“Give me another baby.”

And with those four words, the mood is killed.

“Are you sure?” he asks his brow creasing with worry.

She knows pregnancy and all its imbalance made her a wreck, she knows she should not let Audrey’s nagging get to her.

But she wants the sweet little girl she sees in the cards, their Rosalba, her perfectly magical little rose.

One brown eye, one green eye with Luca’s skill with a piano and her dancing.

“Rosalba, after your mother.” She nods.

[futurebiblestudies-blog]

Genesis 39

Doctor "Poochie P", Doctor Hando Doctor, Doctor Thao OBP, the eternal butterfly. Since then, Pepe's Egyptian zoo has changed colors and gained traction, and his boasts began to improve.

So, you're a starfish, and he's a half starfish. Madam, you are alone, and he is half alone.

Please make a plan based on the price of Magic Hands, the age of your child, or even the member-priced version.

So, that season, I saw blessings in his eyes and sent him to his old Kentucky home, while I was handed over to the hands of my own Zen. I spent the entire weekend that season under his watchful eye and he drove me to his mansion to hand me over to him. These are your old ones. This is your sieve.

So he brought a mullet into his home and took everything he had, and Nush blessed the Egyptian's home with cloth. So it's the most important. He took us home, brought back everything else he had, and painted people's houses and blessed them. The good words were almost over.

So I had to learn to eat persimmons because I didn't know they could be eaten in anything other than bread. I didn't know that you could eat salt during the festival, so I mentioned that it's convenient if you eat salt. So Joseph is a good guy and was there again. Joseph is a very understanding person.

After I said that, the husband left. Uncle Sudo said: "Please come with me." Well, I was a mushroom. Uncle Sudo said, "Please come with me," and went to the man's wife.

When he heard this, he said to his master's wife: the beautiful child didn't even look at me to see if I was doing anything inside the house, and left everything to me. "That cute girl doesn't mind me doing anything and leaves everything to me."

There is no me in this flower. He misses you because you are his wife. It's like, how could I think something like this, what kind of evil?

And while his girlfriend was talking to him every day, he couldn't listen to what she was saying, couldn't lie next to her, couldn't be with her. There is no me in this flower. You are my boyfriend's wife, but he is lonely without you. I'm here.

At that time, the reliable one was at home for work. At that time, I was at home for work. That's why both genders weren't there yet.

So she grabs his wonderful fortune and asks him to sleep with her. She asks him to use his great talent to be with her.

Dr. Tortoise, Paz, and Wency the accountant then adjusted the expenses from the ground members to the new version and confirmed the proposed amount. They have created a new lineage from the lewd side.

My girlfriend was calling the guy home and I had a drink while he worshiped me. Girlfriend is calling the men of the house. As he worshiped, I drank.

And it came to pass, when he heard that I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment with me, when he heard me start crying, he left his clothes with me and ran away for help. He fled, he got out.

And she helped with the girls' expenses, helping with the poop expenses, helps with their poop, and admires the turtles. She pays the girls' living expenses, admiring the sea turtles.

And I'm going back to school. He did it inside me to tease me. On my way back to school he was doing this, in my mind, to tease me.

And it came to pass, as I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment with me, and fled out. What happened was when I yelled, he left me with my clothes on and ran away.

And the doctor passes with a tortoise, as he passes by with the turtle, the doctor raises his voice and shouts the plan, and from the hand to the left the cost is with me, he shouted the plan aloud, paid me with his left hand, so that the plan is given to the king. He handed the plan to the king.

So, the owner of the gangster took him with him and appeared in a criminal dream. King Gangster had nightmares.

Leading Fund Planning provides techniques for its members to consume equal percentages of suppliers and trains Japanese suppliers in large funds cash sales techniques executed using remote financing method services. A covered phone can leave some people feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable.

And the prison administrator committed a crime, and Joseph's hand worked in the prison. So the police chief took action and decided to bribe the police. And the lifeguard: Oh, I'm so tired. "Oh, I'm tired. I've watched it from beginning to end," the director said.

The prison warden did not wake up, but everything was in his hands. And that is until the end, and until the very end.

[weallwantabetterlife]

This is AWESOME!!!

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in

Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

#beautiful #mother #dad #friend #dream #love #happy #family #grateful #god #jesus #believe #coffee #freedom #veteran #HolySpirit #laughter #bible #prayer #Christmas #USA #SantaClaus #blessed #usmc #usaf #usnavy #usarmy #uscoastguard #salvation #peace

[lifewiththelulus]

"nono it's just ok I was already up promise." Absolutely a lie Hazel was just torturing Mimi with her snoring but she waved it off jovially. "Sorry it took me so long, I just went to find him" he watched curiously as she took a worn doll from behind her back. "This is clay, my old friend. He's a dirtle because I used to think they were the coolest animals" "they are the coolest!" Mason interrupted excitedly. She chuckled "glad you feel that way, because now he's yours" his eyes were wide as he took the toy "you sure you can take care of em for me? He's pretty special" he nodded vigorously"yes i-I can!"

"good because we have a mental connection and he can tell me if youre not nice to him" she scolded jokingly. He stared down at the doll a little worried, seemingly unsure if that was true or not. "here bud the coco should be warm now" she noted how the sparkle never seemed to leave his eyes. she'd say its as if he'd never been treated like this before but she knew there was no as if. Mimi looked on lovingly at how well Hazel could bring a smile to his face. wasn't she just the luckiest element in the world she swooned. Aloud voice broke her trance 'woah what is this!? can we have it forever??" "Hazels face was beaming with laughter "well maybe not all the time but of course we can, its your home too, you get to say what we have in it now"

"oh" was all he could muster, it was clear a lot of thoughts were swirling around in his head. As Hazel got up to take his cup downstairs she felt a sudden tug on her arm. "wait!" he exclaimed with a shaky voice. becoming embarrassed he immediately looked down and broached 'can I stay with you?" Hazel had been trying to mask the tears she got from her father all night but that did it. She sat down beside in the bed, wiping the water floating off her face. "come here sweetheart, you wont be alone tonight" he clearly wanted too but still hesitated from a mix of embarrassment and fear. "its ok, think of it as a sleepover; isnt that right Mimi?"

Mimi chucked and shook her head, she would always be in sheer amazement and sometimes bewilderment at her wife's antics. They tried to make as much room as 2 adults on a child size bed could possibly do and formed almost a cocoon around him. "Ack you're squishing me"mason cried out from the blanket he'd been entombed under."tough luck squirt get used to it" Hazel laughed after making sure he was actually ok. "You think that's bad try sleeping with my brother, he's a dirty blanket hog" Mason gasped a little "and you know what else he is-" Hazel talked their ears off for awhile about anything that came to mind until he drifted to sleep with Clay firmly in his grasp. Hazel could only gaze at him with a fondness like nothing else. He deserved the world, and they'd give it to him.Mimi pulled the blanket up to cover him before kissing his forehead. Hazel noticed the pair of eyes on her and could only muster a goofy smile in response. "I love you" she whispered across the bed. No matter how many times she heard it those words never failed to make her heart blossom. She awkwardly shuffled to avoid Mason and tuck herself just under her wife's chin, a move that Hazel reciprocated with an arm wrapped around her two most precious treasures, just before letting sleep take her too".

[kfans-writerblog]

Meet in-laws 🌸

It was a day after aaron proposed to you then you heard his phone ring "aaron babe your phone is ringing its from mom !"

He was showering "you can take it !"

You say "ok "

And said "hi mom it's y/n Aaron's future wife can i take a message for him ? "

She replies " wife? I don't know about this ! Anyway we have lunch today at 12 let Jim know to come home "

Then you say " oh yes but can we switch it to 2pm because we are quite far from your place ?"

His mom say " ok no problem just show up see you "

You tell aaron " mom said we have lunch with her at 2pm "

He was shocked " mom !? "

Then he was nervous and tried to wear the best of the best

You both dressed so nicely and he was exited to go back home

When he went home and ring the bell

Aaron smile was so wide and your heart melted

"Hi mom and dad " he says

Hey Aaron the family hugged him and he introduced you to them

"Mom dad this is my future wife y/n hotchner " they look suprise the mom said come in jn for a meal

The all sit down

The house chef made homemade speggti

The mom said looking at her " I don't think you understand marriage of the hotchner family "

You pout itching your head

Aaron stood up for you " understand what mom !? I lover that's all you need to know !"

The dad said "yeah whatever your name is please tell us you have a actual job but that doesn't matter you have to have knolage like us "

You started wanting to cry and you excuse yourself "sorry excuse me for a momment "

Aaron saw "uh y/n ! Mom dad how do you know how she's like when you didn't even let her speak yet !? Give her a chance I know she's not a rich person but I love her from all my heart " He got so mad at them and he went to chase you to the bathroom

"Y/n don't listen to them I love you no matter what and it won't stop me from marrying you !"

You were touched and open the door

" thanks aaron your such a good man but I don't understand why they don't like me also don't raise your voice to your parents "

He smiles and hugs you and gives you a forehead kiss "that's why I love you its because you think of other people's feelings not just yourself !"

You blush "well I guess you could say we are a perfect couple "

He smiles and took you back to the dinner tabel

There parents waited for you

Aaron said holding your hand "introduce yourself don't be shy your ok "

You shift close to him " hi I'm y/n I'm 22 and I have a job I work with animals I have pets and I also love aaron !" You blush and he did too

"Well y/n do you know about law ? Do you like aaron because his looks &money !? And do you know you both have a huge age gap !?"

You started to shake and aaron hugged you "your ok honey "

You reply looking down "no I don't know alot about law maybe just abit no I don't like aaron because he's handsome and wealthy and yes I knew he was older then me sir&mahm I don't care of anything I just love him so much I could lose my life for him "

He smiles " come on let's go I don't wanna hear anymore bad things from them anymore if they come they come if they don't I don't care because nobody can stop me from marrying you !"

You both left and he slammed the door

Hotchs patents didn't belive what just happend they never seen aaron that mad beffore

It's either they accept you or aaron never talk to them so it was a hard decision so they got the invitation for the wedding and they both decided to go

Then both of you got ready for the wedding

And you both saw your in laws Aaron's parents and aaron saw your parents you were so surprised that they came and his mom came to congratulate us and gave us a hug

"Congratulations Aaron your all grown up now "

Aaron &tou

You both Had a happy evening danced together and saying vows both your parents and his cried alot so you finally whisper to him

"No matter how hard it is to live with your family I will always be with you and ignore the negative things people say "

He smiles and gave you a kiss 💋

[candletocandle]

Thanksgiving with John the Baptist

Opening verse

Matthew 11:5-6 - The blind see and the lame walk; the lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear; the dead are raised up and the poor have the gospel preached to them.  And blessed is he who is not offended because of Me.

Prelude

There are many stories in the Bible that exemplify the theme of Thanksgiving

Stories of redemption, miracles, people receiving blessings

Stories where people got on their knees and thanked God

I wondered what story should I choose 

What would be a perfect Thanksgiving story to share today?

Something relevant, something poignant, something hopeful

Then inspiration hit me

Today let’s visit the story of John the Baptist...just before he was executed

Introduction

Annual tradition during Thanksgiving service to invite people to share how they have been blessed in the past year

Not to discount those individuals who have been truly blessed by God, but oftentimes people talk for far too long and sound almost boastful about their blessings

What about those people sitting in the pews who have no such blessings to share?

Holidays like Thanksgiving may be a blessing for some, but a stark reminder of pain and loss for others

Not everyone experiences stories of redemption, miracles, and blessings

So, what does John the Baptist have to do any of this?

The story of John the Baptist 

Miraculous circumstances with regards to his birth

Chosen by God to be a messenger to proclaim the arrival of the Messiah 

Became a prophet, living a life of an ascetic in the wilderness

Boldly proclaimed a message of repentance and the coming of the Messiah

Incidentally, the Messiah was his cousin Jesus

Acknowledged by Jesus as the greatest of the prophets

John the Baptist lived a life completely devoted to God 

He was a Christian in the truest sense of the word

He lived a life of integrity and fidelity

He was not afraid to call out sin by its name whether committed by the Pharisees, soldiers, or even Herod

John did not succumb to the temptation of pride when he was losing his followers to Jesus

John 3:30 - He must increase, but I must decrease

Where did his faith lead him?

John was thrown into prison because of his faith

Mark 6:17-18 - For Herod himself had sent and laid hold of John, and bound him in prison for the sake of Herodias, his brother Philip’s wife; for he had married her. Because John had said to Herod, “It is not lawful for you to have your brother’s wife.”

John did everything right, as far as I can tell from the Bible, yet this was his reward

If I told you about someone who lived their life faithfully to God like John the Baptist, you would expect them to be one of the people standing to tell everyone at church how much God as blessed them

What do you think went through John’s mind while he was in prison?

At first - “Oh well, this is a minor setback”

After a few days - “Jesus will save me and set me free”

After a long time - “Why isn’t Jesus coming?”

John began to doubt Jesus

Matthew 11:2-3 - And when John had heard in prison about the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples and said to Him, “Are You the Coming One, or do we look for another?”

Have you ever felt like John the Baptist?

You’ve been faithful to God, you’ve prayed to God, you’ve done your best

Yet, prayers go unanswered: you didn’t get that job, you didn’t get into that school, that relationship failed, that loved one died

You are asking God, “What is going on?”

Was it wrong for John to question God?

I don’t think so

All relationships have their ups and downs - even your relationship with God

This story reminds us even “super Christians” are subject to the same problems and doubts we have in our lives

Faith and doubt aren’t always opposites - sometimes they exist side by side

Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”  Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”

How did Jesus respond to John’s question?

Interestingly, Jesus did not directly respond to John’s question

Luke 7:20-23 - When the men had come to Him, they said, “John the Baptist has sent us to You, saying, ‘Are You the Coming One, or do we look for another?’ ”  And that very hour He cured many of infirmities, afflictions, and evil spirits; and to many blind He gave sight.  Jesus answered and said to them, “Go and tell John the things you have seen and heard: that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the poor have the gospel preached to them.  And blessed is he who is not offended because of Me.”

Jesus asked John’s disciples to spend the day with him and observe what He did

And what did Jesus do?  He performed many miracles and preached the Gospel to many people

Jesus gave John a gentle rebuke

It was almost as if He was saying, “Hey cuz.  You know me, man.  We’ve been through a lot together, yo.  You know who I am.  Why are you doubting me now?”

How did John respond?

The Bible does not explicitly say

Shortly after John’s disciples report back to him, John is executed by Herod

Matthew 14:6-10 - But when Herod’s birthday was celebrated, the daughter of Herodias danced before them and pleased Herod.  Therefore he promised with an oath to give her whatever she might ask.  So she, having been prompted by her mother, said, “Give me John the Baptist’s head here on a platter.”  And the king was sorry; nevertheless, because of the oaths and because of those who sat with him, he commanded it to be given to her. So he sent and had John beheaded in prison.

Jesus could have done something to save John

In the book of Acts chapter 12, an angel freed Peter from prison

Read a little further and you’ll find another miracle in Acts chapter 12, where the chains fell off all the prisoners and all the prison doors were opened

Yet, Jesus didn’t do anything for John

Jesus didn’t even visit His own cousin in prison

What kind of Thanksgiving story is this?!

I believe John the Baptist experienced thanksgiving when his two disciples reported to him

I imagine John gladly received that gentle rebuke

John’s faith was restored at that moment

His life’s work was not in vain

Although John died a martyr’s death, he died with peace in his heart

Why do I believe this?

Matthew 11:7-11 - As they departed, Jesus began to say to the multitudes concerning John: “What did you go out into the wilderness to see? A reed shaken by the wind?  But what did you go out to see? A man clothed in soft garments? Indeed, those who wear soft clothing are in kings’ houses. But what did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I say to you, and more than a prophet.  For this is he of whom it is written: ‘Behold, I send My messenger before Your face, who will prepare Your way before You.’  “Assuredly, I say to you, among those born of women there has not risen one greater than John the Baptist; but he who is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. 

Have you ever wondered why Jesus called John the greatest of the prophets?

John never performed any miracles like Elijah

He never uttered any time prophecies like Daniel or Isaiah

John never even got a chance to witness the miracles Jesus performed

I believe Jesus called John the greatest of the prophets, because John believed in Him completely on faith, even unto death

Jesus believed in John and entrusted him with one final duty

John’s story, including his death, will become known as a story of hope

Why hope?  Think of all the martyrs throughout the ages, taking solace in this story.  They are encouraged they can die in faith, just as John did

Psalm 136:1 - Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!  For His mercy endures forever.

1 Thessalonians 5:18 - in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

We often equate thanksgiving with blessings, but the Bible says we should give thanks because God is good

While our circumstances in life may change, God never changes

While our faith may falter and we entertain thoughts of doubt, God will always remain faithful

While we seemingly suffer with no answer from heaven, God loves us and intends a good end for us, even if we cannot see from our vantage point

If you truly believe in God, you will learn to completely trust in God and give Him thanks, regardless of what is happening in your life

We may live in a time of uncertainty right now in these end times

People are arguing with each other over politics, vaccine mandates, personal freedom versus public health

Instead we need to be thankful to God right now

We still have opportunities to share the Gospel, to teach others about true thankfulness

Closing

Jethro’s story

Jethro was born with a rare, life-threatening disease

Chronic high airway obstructive syndrome (CHAOS)

Jethro spent the first three years of his life breathing through a trach

When Jethro had major reconstructive throat surgery

Things you take for granted are a miracle in my eyes

Hearing Jethro say “mommy” for the first time

Giving him a bath and letting him play with water without fear of drowning

Seeing him play the beach

There were times during this ordeal I was faced with the following questions: 

Would I still be thankful to God if Jethro did not survive?

What if he died in the womb?  What if he died during delivery?  What if Jennifer died from bleeding out?

I come into the hospital expecting to be a father, but I come out a widower having to bury my wife and child

To be honest, I struggled greatly with these questions

Then I remembered the story of John the Baptist

For the first time in my life, I had a glimpse of what he went through

I understood him better than ever before

Thanksgiving with John

Now is the time to learn the lesson John learned two thousand years ago in a dark and cold prison

Whether good or bad things happen, God is still good

Whether He delivers me from the lion’s den or allows me to die a martyr’s death, God is still good

If you truly believe in Jesus, this life is not the only life to be had

If my story ends in sorrow today, I can be confident Jesus will raise me to glory and reunite me with my family

Now is the time to overcome the doubts in your life, the negativity, the anxiety, the bitterness, the pride, the arrogance, the jealousy, the lack of faith

The story of John the Baptist’s last days is a lesson of hope and of thanksgiving.

[newlyy]

All right, let’s start with Chantal’s past. This all played out on YouTube, btw, so I’m not like just repeating her version of events, I saw it happen. So a few years ago, Chantal was in a much different place in her life. She was 37 ish years old, living in Canada, not Muslim, involved with an allegedly abusive coke head, taking drugs herself, and off and on posting videos and photos to only fans.

She broke up with the coke head, and started talking to a Muslim man who lived in Kuwait, Salah. She decided to marry him a few months after they started talking, whipped on a hijab, and flew to Kuwait. Since then, she’s been claiming to be a Muslim (I say claiming because she follows only the tenets of Islam that she wants, when she wants) and has stated that she’s changed and no longer the person she used to be.

So, a night or two ago she makes the decision (and I’ve heard she had to pay to do this, but I don’t know if that’s true, or how much) to go on a YouTube live show called lolcows (I think? This was the first I’d heard of it). From what I could tell having watched only the episode Chantal was on, the shows run by misogynistic men and women who are all extremely brash and loud and gross. And Chantal knew this; she said she watched lolcow and was familiar with its content, style, and the hosts.

So she goes on lolcow and of course, because why wouldn’t they, they bring up all of her past. This includes things such as: hee drug addiction, her only fans, and the scandal that happened about a year ago in which her husband was caught cheating on her by sexting one of her viewers. At one point, when talking about her only fans, one of the male hosts gets a nude picture of Chantal tweeted at him. He laughs and mocks her for being unshaved. The host of the show, keemstar, tells the guy to send it to him. The guy does and keemstar, before looking at his phone, says to Chantal something like do I have your permission to look at this? Chantal says “go ahead, I mean it’s out there.” Or something like that. The entire time she’s on the show, Chantal is laughing and in good spirits, despite being ragged on by the hosts.

Then, last night, Chantal posts a video titled “I FEEL VIOLATED” in which she cries and says she regrets going on lolcow and that she felt it was inappropriate for the men to look at her nude photo, especially cause she wears a hijab. People are reacting badly to it, saying she was fine going on the show until (likely) her husband found out about it and got pissed because it’s not appropriate for a Muslim wife to do (and also, she brought up his affair, not that anyone had forgotten). They also say keemstar asked for permission to view the photo, so she can’t be mad, and that this is all a manipulation tactic.

So. I’m a Chantal hater, but I think people are being very surface level about what exactly happened to her on the show. First of all, people are attacking her statement that the men looking at her nudes was fucked up “especially because I wear a hijab” as a statement that like women who don’t cover up somehow would be more deserving of violation. I don’t think this is Chantal’s point. I think she was saying that her wearing the hijab is an affirmative indication, before she says anything, that she doesn’t want men to view her body, which the hosts should have realized. Idk maybe that’s the same thing.

People are saying “oh, you said it was ok for him to look at your nudes so you can’t be upset!” I saw one comment to the effect of “keemstar asked for consent. He’s not stupid.” And I think that’s actually closer to the truth of what happened here. Keemstar knew Chantal didn’t want him to view her nudes, because what married woman who now fashions herself as a Muslim revert and wears a hijab, would. But he also knew that Chantal was on a live show being watched by thousands of viewers and was clearly trying to go along and be the cool girl (Chantal describes herself as starstruck with these people; again she was a fan of the show). He asked in order to retain plausible deniability should Chantal do exactly what she’s doing now, which is to say I never wanted you to see those photos.

Chantal should have known better than to go on the show. She should have expected that those gross people would bring up any and everything that would make their show more interesting, which her sordid past definitely does. But what she later saying now, that she feels violated, that she feels gross, that it reminds her of a time when she allowed men to use her and treat her poorly, I think that’s all true and very valid. Even if she chose to go on the show and laughed along when they talked about her doing onlyfans to make money for drugs. I mean, even in Chantal’s past, like before she moved to Kuwait and allegedly became Muslim, she would tell story times of escapades with men and tee hee haha through them even when the story made it very clear that she had been used and treated like shit.

Idk, bottom line is I think Chantal’s feelings about her experience on the show are valid and it annoys me that gorlworld, who will hate on Chantal at all costs, have taken such a black and white view of consent, when her consent to those pictures being passed around was clearly made in a situation where she didn’t feel she could say no.

I have thots about the new Chantal drama. I’d need to detail her past in order to complain about it, which I mean, I’m gonna do. But.