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nattinatalia · 7 months

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URBAN WYATT X HARLOW SIS : STUDIO TIME

A/N : My timelines are all over the place with this universe so just enjoy. Also, this is where Jack and Clay find out they’re dating 🙊 A huge shoutout to my bestie westie @harlowcomehome for helping me with this.!!!!!!

⚠️ Warning : SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY!

“No, no, no.” Jack groans.

“Y/N act right and stop making moaning sounds.” Clay shutters, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not a singer so I don’t know what you want me to do.” You tell them, sitting down on the chair they had inside the booth.

When your brothers invited you to spend the day with them, you didn’t know it would be in the studio or that they would ask you to try to sing a verse to one of Jack’s new songs.

“You’re not supposed to sing, just read it off normal.”

You raise your eyebrows immediately, “Then why does Jack always does that annoying deep voice?”

“I DO NOT.”

Clay laughs, “I’m sorry bro, but she got you there because you do.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, just do the damn verse.”

The door to the studio opens and once you see who it is, you start getting warm all over your body.

“Urb, please help me with her.” Jack exclaims dramatically.

“What did she do now?”

You gasp and face Urban. “Excuse me? I’m not that bad.”

He smirks “Sorry, little one, but you are.”

“Stop calling me little one.” You mumble out, looking down at the piece of paper Jack had handed you.

“Why do you want me to sing this verse anyway? Don’t you have a bunch of little side chicks who would love to be in your little album?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Clay helps me with the beats, you help me with the chorus. I thought it would be a cool sibling thing to do. But if you don’t want to, you can leave.”

“She wants to do it. She’s just nervous.” Urban speaks up. “Why don’t you two go get some fresh air and I’ll stay here with her.”

“Leave you two alone?.” Clay chuckles. “So you two can kill each other? No thanks.”

“We’re two grown adults, we can put our childhood rivalry aside.” Urban shrugs, taking a sip of his water.

“Okay, fine. I need a little distraction.” Jack says, he grabs his keys and phone. “You know what button to push to record right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, we’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” You yell out.

Both your brothers walk out the door, but not without giving a double look at both Urban and you.

You quickly take off the headphones you were wearing and stand up.

“Soo.” Urban starts, walking into the little space of the booth. “Need a little distraction?”

You smile, “Get over here and kiss me.”

Urban held his finger up to his lips to shush you, worried your brothers would overhear.

“They can’t hear us over their own thoughts” You rolled your eyes as Urban walked toward you.

He starts placing soft wet kisses against your neck and collarbone, you closed your eyes as you moaned into his ear. The smell of weed and cologne filling the air, only made you want him more.

“Babe, they’re outside” you breathed against him.

“Then we better make it quick” he whispered before grabbing you by the waist and placing you against the soundboard.

Your skirt made it easy for him, using his warm hand to spread your legs.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

The palms of your hands rested against the soundboard as you threw your head back. Urban took his time against your folds, flicking his tongue quickly against you as your legs trembled.

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

Urban didn’t wait, taking that as his signal. He crawled on top of you, as best as he could without putting his weight on anything.

“There!” You pointed to the studio couch, not wanting to wait another minute.

Urban picked you up, slapping your butt before moving to the couch. He dug in his pockets for a condom, ripping the edge of the wrapper with his teeth before hurriedly sliding it on.

You both let out a moan louder than intended as you took his length.

“We have to be fast” you moaned between thrusts.

“Don’t worry, I will be” he laughed as your moans only grew louder. He knew that you weren’t able to control your noise level, something he loved about you.

It only took a few minutes before you panicked, pulling Urban by the hair to kiss you. Your muffled moans escaped inside his mouth as the two of you orgasmed one after the other.

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After your little distraction, you and Urban actually decided on working on the chorus your brother wanted you to do.

You were both laughing about something random, when your brothers walked in.

“Well I’m surprised both of you are still alive.” Clay says.

You shrug, “We don’t actually hate each other you know that right?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Yeah we know, you two share some sibling love.”

You start to cough, “Hmm not really.” You say between coughs, trying to play it off that you got disgusted by your brother's comment.

“Anyway.” Urban starts. “She was able to do the verse. It’s all recorded so you can listen to it.” He says as he sits down next to you on the couch that was across the room.

Clay and Jack make their way to the table where all the different buttons are. What are they for? You had no idea that’s why you didn’t dare mess with their stuff.

“Alright, let’s hear what you got.”

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Both Clay and Jack yell.

Urban and you immediately stand up, you run towards your brothers and start pushing random buttons so the recording could stop playing against the speakers.

You turn around to face your brothers, face red with embarrassment. “I-I can explain that.”

“Explain what? That you made a porno with my best friend?” Jack yells.

“Don’t be dramatic, we didn’t do it on purpose.” You tell him.

“OKAY SO EXPLAIN TO US WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“Dude, relax so we can talk about thi-“

“Do not tell me to relax when I just heard my best friend and little sister having sex.” Jack yells.

“Technically, we weren’t having sex yet, he was just-“

“Y/N.” Clay yells.

“Babe.” Urban says, shaking his head.

“BABE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BABE?” Jack starts getting red on the face.

Clay glares at Urban, “Are you two together, together? Or what the hell is going on?”

You nod, “We’re together.”

“Since when?” Jack snaps.

Urban starts scratching at his neck with nerves, but answers anyway, “Her birthday party.”

“We went official after my birthday party.” You shrug.

“Which one? The LA one or the one mom threw?”

“Does it matter? They’ve been dating for months and hid it from everyone. What is mom going to say?” Jack asks, he does a double take, “Mom knows doesn’t she?”

“She has her suspicions, but I haven’t confirmed anything yet.”

Jack shakes his head, glaring at both Urban and you. “YOU TWO KEPT THIS FROM ME. MY BEST FRIEND AND MY LITTLE SISTER, HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?”

“Dude I know it feels shitty finding out the way that you did. I wanted to tell you sooner but your sister-“ You elbow Urban in the ribs

It’s your turn to glare at your boyfriend, “Yes me, I didn’t want to tell my two annoyingly over protective brothers that I was dating one of their friends. I knew how you were gonna react so I wanted time to see where it’ll go and see if there was a way to smoothly tell you about it.”

“This shit is so fucked up, what we heard, no sibling should ever hear that. You two going at it in my work space.” Jack shakes his head in disgust.

“Y/N” Clay starts. “Go home.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Don’t tell me what to do Clayborn. Let me explain-“

Jack scoffs, “I don’t want to hear a word from you, if anything Urb can speak for you. But you’re my sister, you knew from the start that my friends were off limits and you crossed that line anyway.”

“Your rule was a stupid rule and you did it only because you noticed I had a crush on him since middle school.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you just leave please? Can you do that?”

“Jackman-“ you start

Urban grabs a hold of your hand. “Babe, let’s just go.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head, glaring at our hands intertwined together. “She can go, we need to work.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay. I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the show.”

Jack stands up, “No you won’t, I don’t want you coming anymore.”

It’s Urban’s turn to glare at Jack, “Dude come on.”

“She knew what she was doing. I told her plenty of times not to cross that line and she did it anyway. I’m pissed, I have every right to be.” He snaps.

“Just so you know, I didn’t do it to spite you.” You sigh before continuing.

“I tried really fucking hard to follow your idiotic rule, to stay away from him. I fucking moved away from home because I couldn’t handle not being with him the way I wanted to be. I thought with time and with you being an adult, you’d realize it was childish to begin with but I was wrong. You’ll always fault me for loving him and that’s too bad because I know deep down, I’ll never stop and you’ll never be okay with it and I guess I have to live with that.”

Urban turns your way to look at you, “Baby.” He says it so sympathetic, and you know just then how really down you were for him.

You shake your head. “Stay, do what you have to do here and I’ll see you later.” You squeeze his hand before letting it go and walking out the room without any other word.

Urban sighs and looks at Jack and Clay. “I crossed a line, I know that.” He continues. “But it’s also unfair that you knew of our feelings for each other and your solution was to say we were off limits.”

“You’re my best friend.” Jack scoffs.

“And she’s your sister.” Urban exclaims.

“Is she though?” Jack shrugs. “If she would be my blood sister, she wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”

“Jack.” Clay warns.

Urban immediately starts getting annoyed. “That’s fucked up what you’re even trying to say.”

Jack shrugs, “I’m pissed off, I’m allowed to say what I want.”

“Not when shit like that can hurt her.”

“Can we just get back to work?” Jack asks.

“What do you need me here for? Because the last thing I want is to be here while you talk down about my girlfriend.” Urban snaps.

Clay sighs, “Go check up on her, I got it down here.”

“No-“ Jack starts but gets cut off by the glare Clay throws at him. “Fine, go.”

Urban starts walking towards the door but stops halfway to look at his best friend. “Like she said, we tried really hard not to act out on our feelings. You were always her first concern, even if it meant hurting me in the process. That girl, your sister, man she’s it for me and I know you won’t believe me because of my past, but what she said, made me realize that Y/N and I? We’re endgame and it’ll be disappointing if you can’t forgive us and accept it. I love her and I’m not hiding it anymore.”

With those last words, Urban walks out leaving the two brothers alone to think and process everything that just happened.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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How did you know????how did you know I read home stuck bc of me being fucking horny over clowns????Anyways. Clown!Priest!Reader: "This pie right here?? This is brother's J body" *crowd gasps and honks* "And this water on this flower on my chest?? That's his BODY" *crowd gasps and honks even louder*

(religious themes, murder clowns)

Your gavel squeaks as it hits the podium. Extending your arms in invitation to your herd - few can sit still in wait. A messenger of the true higher power; your words would right all wrongs in their weary hearts and minds, and staple your followers into this reality until the hour of their freedom of this mortal plane. Parting your lips, the first syllable of your verse silences the stray honks and hiccups of laughter from the crowd.

"Members of our righteous and holy church, we gather here to worship our creator as one. For we all know of the great sacrifices made for what we stand for today."

You pause to let your words settle, using the beat of silent to pick up a pie from the table behind you. The clowns take to gripping the seats of their chairs and stuffing their mouths with their bows to ward disruption to your glorious sermon. The hollows of worship for their priest and Lord could reach the very heavens themselves - some seeing no difference between the two. Your teachings were all capable of silencing their horde as speaking over you would mean speaking over their messiah. Sacrilege of the highest degree; a line none would dare cross.

"In my hands I hold the body of brother J, the wicked saint who died for our sins and the most important value of our time. The right to party like there's no tomorrow"

You pause again, welcoming the murmurs of excitement from those beneath you. Some fall to their knees, others raise their pins. All eyes are on you.

"As his cohorts, we should celebrate each day that we have on this earth. Share the joy of laughter with the outside world. Be the best clowns we can be!-"

"Slaughter whoever speaks ill of our church and priest!"

The silence is deafening. No one knows where the voice came from, no one bothers to look. Sacrilegious as it may be, it was the voice of the masses. The new testament to their cause. They look up at you for approval. You breath in.

"I will allow it."

The clowns left in their seats rush to their feet with such speed that the blood in their bodies rushes to their head, tumbling into one another in their pursuit of celebration. Their glee could be contained no more. A pair approach you at the podium and lift you onto their shoulders, walking you into the chaos. In between throwing chairs and all matters of praise, the clowns' cease their rambunctious actives to dote on your presence - kissing the tails of the your hang robes, reaching out to you to take their hands and offerings. The chords of their revelry could be heard from the next town over and the one beyond - lone witnesses to their madness.

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jjkeverlast · 8 months

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Hello, I'm new here 👉👈 Congrats on your milestone 💜

I hope it's okay to request seokjin x metalhead reader. Reader drags his ass to a metal concert (a scary metal band like Rammestein, Slipknot, Cannibal Corpse etc) and jin screams louder than the actual band vocalist on stage. They also get playfully teased by bts and army for being polar-opposites of each other. Mostly crack and fluff. Thank you 💜

scream! | ksj

>> pairing idol!seokjin x metalhead!reader

>> genre/au's crack | fluff | concert!au | idol!au | est. relationship

>> summary you drag your boyfriend to a slipknot concert, not expecting for him to scream louder than the lead singer.

>> word count 934 (an actual drabble let us cheer!!!)

>> warnings a reaaally bad joke by jin | they're very cute | ft. jungkook | they drink one beer during the concert | some kisses and morning cuddles :')

>> author's note heyyyyoooo welcome on here!! sorry for the late response to your request. i hope this lil drabble meets your expectations. thank you for requesting!! <33

It was a birthday gift to you when Seokjin had agreed to let you drag him to a Slipknot concert. He could see how excited you were for him to see what metal was all about, because it’s one of the many things you love.

And Seokjin loves you, meaning he wants to understand every aspect of your interests.

It had been an advantage with concert tickets and seats with Seokjin being a part of BTS.

The seats were on the balcony, having a perfect view down to the stage and catching onto the huge bold letters in red. Everything was set ready and after managing to get to your seats, you and Seokjin shared a beer that you passed between you two.

“Thank you for this.”

Seokjin giggles, wrapping an arm around you and giving you a peck to your temple.

“Whatever my baby wants. Also can we talk about their name? Slipknot? That’s so cool, but… I can’t help but think about knotting.” Seokjin rambles on, and your eyes pop open by the indication of him reading omega verse fics.

“Did Jimin share those with you?”

“Actually… Namjoon stumbled upon one on Twitter and after drinking, we couldn’t resist and read the whole thread.” He admits, his cheeks growing a faded pink.

“I cannot believe you.” You begin to laugh, finding it ridiculous that Slipknot made Seokjin admit to reading knotting in fics.

Although it doesn’t really surprise you. There are some… interesting things out there in the fandom and curiosity can always get the worst out of someone.

“Stop laughing!” He scolds you jokingly, handing you to beer.

“You’re cute.” You peck his lips before taking a sip.

The show finally starts, lights dimming down and the Slipknot members walking out to their positions.

Seokjin’s eyes bulge out by the costumes they’re decorated in, yet super amazed by the creativity and the world of metal coming into view.

You clutch onto him, joining the crowds screaming as the first song starts playing.

“How the fuck are they able to scream this way?!” He shouts in your ear, arm around your waist to keep you close.

“Bet you can’t with your pretty vocals.” You tease, screaming along with the lyrics.

It’s fun, Seokjin jumping with you, following your rhythm.

But, he takes you by surprise by screaming beside you, his voice ringing through louder than the lead singer who’s head raises in your direction.

“Holy shit.” The lead singer pauses to say, everyone laughing as they watch Seokjin. You’re shocked yourself and Seokjin bowes comically for everyone, the lead singer sending a thumbs up your way before returning to the song ‘Custer.’

The night is eventful, freeing and wild.

“I cannot believe you did that!” You shout when you walk out of the arena, hand in hand.

“I’m full of surprises.”

“Why do I have a feeling the night isn’t over yet?”

“Because it’s not.” He kisses you softly, a bit longer than your usual small pecks and you clutch tightly onto his broad shoulders.

“S’ cute.” Seokjin mumbles against your lips and you nibble his bottom lip before pulling away.

“Stop.”

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It’s the next morning when Seokjin hugs you from behind, nuzzling his head in your nape as he mumbles a groggy greeting.

“Morning.” You trace your fingers on his smooth skin, grabbing your phone while he slowly wakes up.

Twitter is the first app you check and your feed is spiraling out of control. Seokjin is trending with Slipknot and you let out a grin.

“Jinnie! Look.” You shove the video of him that an army shared, captioning it ‘Seokjin vs. Slipknot’.

It’s the exact moment where Seokjin screams so loud the arena turns to look up, catching the view of a flustered yet excited Seokjin that bows at the attention.

“Holy shit.” He laughs against your skin, the tingles running further down your spine.

The comments are filled with positivity, many screaming how lovely it is to see Seokjin open minded to the genre of mental and how cozy you both looked despite being polar opposites in the blink of an eye.

It looks funny, your fully black clothes, shredded and chains hanging wherever the possibilities stand and Seokjin in a clean black blazer with a white t-shirt under.

“Fuck. Hold on.” Seokjin pushes himself away, reaching for his phone that keeps ringing.

“What now, Jungkook?” He groans, irritated that the golden maknae is interrupting his morning cuddling session with his partner.

“Hyung! I cannot believe you did that.” Jungkook is laughing, high pitched enough for you to hear it.

“Put me on speaker.” He demands and Seokjin rolls his eyes but does it regardless.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jungkook asks for you and you hum, giving a sign you’re able to hear him.

“Do you think Jin-hyung would be able to scream King for a Day?”

“Is that a challenge, Jungkook?” Seokjin is frowning but he hasn’t even heard the song.

“Back me up!” It’s directed towards you and you chuckle.

“Jinnie, I don’t think you can. Vic knows how to scream.” You make him aware but Seokjin is having none of it.

“Well Vic is going to lose his job after I beat him.”

“Yeah you do that, hyung.” Jungkook says through the phone and you both giggle when Seokjin is still confident.

“It’s not metal though babe. But he’s a screamer.”

“Put it on. Jungkook, I’m hanging up.”

Let’s just say, Seokjin learns how to tune down the confidence after hearing King for a Day and not speaking more of it for the rest of the day.

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quillyfied · 10 months

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Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART THREE (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E3)

- First, going back to the previous episode: thank you to the person who reminded me that the Dirty Donkey pub is the pub that Crowley plans his holy water heist in!! (Which means Crowley LITERALLY planned his heist on Aziraphale’s stoop, unless Aziraphale moved the pub to be closer to himself in case it happened again. Hmmmm.)

- Also. I have been reminded that “Give me coffee or give me death” is a modified quote of “give me liberty or give me death” by an American revolutionary. Which. Explains all the Statues of Liberty around the place. I am Slow.

- Anyway, to e3: the fact that Jim has a labeled mug and hot chocolate canister. I feel like he tried to ingest something he wasn’t supposed to, so Aziraphale made sure he had his name on his things XD

- The sex worker is a treasure, for one; I hope I am reminded of her name soon.

- MURIEL. SWEET ANGEL BABY. Sorry they’re not a baby but they are so adorably innocent and inexperienced. I love that Aziraphale treats them so kindly despite his obvious terror. Though. It is a kindness that reminds me of my coworkers. I work in childcare. I know a “childcare” disposition when I see it.

- Okay, the framing there: the box, and the hat. The mystery, and the detective cap. Excellent.

- The gentle tutelage, Muriel’s scrunchy face when they realize what tea is for—I’m just SCREECHING.

- AND CROWLEY GETTING IN ON IT. THE WAY HIS WHOLE DEMEANOR IMMEDIATELY GOES FROM BITCHING TO DELIGHTED. AAAAAAAAAAH.

- AND HE’S SITTING. ON THE ARM. OF AZIRAPHALE’S CHAIR.

- The coparenting. Muriel’s utter naivety. I’m just.

- “I’m not sure how you lot have managed to stay in charge.” “I’m not sure we actually have.” SAY IT LOUDER.

- OKAY BUT HOW DOES HELL MEASURE MIRACLES THO

- ONE FABULOUS KISS CROWLEY. IS THAT ALL IT TAKES.

- “To tell if humans are in love you need to wait a few days” not bad advice really but also unrelated how many days are in like 6000 years? Asking for a friend.

- AZIRAPHALE TALKING TO THE BENTLEY AND IMMEDIATELY BEING A BIGGER MENACE ON THE ROAD THAN CROWLEY. VINDICATION.

- Thing the first about the opening theme: Crowley crawls up the cliff and Aziraphale lands on it. Just a nice touch.

- The movie theater in the opening has a different feature title and picture on the big screen every episode. I missed it for the first one but last time it was “A Companion to Owls” (which is a verse from Job that I only know because the full quote is “I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls” and it was a lamentation but of course teenage Quilly thought that was the coolest thing she had ever read). This time: The Resurrectionists, coupled with a shot of the Gabriel statue.

- I think Crowley’s hair is s1 color in this minisode but I can’t be sure. Lighting is…not. :P

- THE BONUS CONTENT SAYS NEIL GAIMAN THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO LET DAVID TENNANT DO AS MANY SCOTTISH ACCENTS AS HE CAN THIS CHAPTER. I AM DELIGHTED

- The second Elspeth says “English” Crowley starts losing it, which in turn makes ME lose it.

- I love the bringing back in the discussion from the book about privilege making its way here, and given a more visceral illustration and testing. Though I love Crowley literally helping Elspeth pull the wagon, a thing I’m not sure he’s ever willingly done in his life, and poking holes in Aziraphale’s arguments all the way.

- Wee Morag’s morals have about the same utility in this situation as Aziraphale’s, tbh. I’m not sure I have the mental capacity tonight to deconstruct that the way it deserves.

- Aha! Knew I recognized the tune in the car! Danse Macabre!

- He is AFFECTIONATE towards the BENTLEY. Which Crowley can FEEL.

- YELLOW CAR. DAMN YOU JOHN FINNEMORE.

- but it is pretty, Crowley!

- Spoilsport.

- I fully did not internalize the tartan hills and Nessie the first time around. I saw them. I immediately chalked them up to personal fever dream.

- The demon’s name is Josh. Why is that delightful??

- He wears a kilt! And has a wonderful little monologue about dung pits and tongue ripping!

- Beelzebub being off is subtle. Almost too subtle.

- The many stacks of books Crowley carries around and then chucks this episode. Love it.

- Crowley not having a cow about a fly seems weird tbh

- Vavoom. Where tf did he learn the word vavoom

- “David Tennant has occasionally played a doctor” OH HAS HE NOW

- the almost musical pulls Michael Sheen does for miracles this season. Lovely.

- Also: the dual nature of Mr. Dalrymple. Needs bodies to do good and study so he can save lives. Treats the people bringing him the bodies like dirt.

- Okay: is Crowley freezing time, or just putting Dalrymple in a mental time out? Very curious to know. The trivia bit on the side references the s1 trick of having Jean-Claude’s actor stand very still to achieve the time stop there, so perhaps freezing time?

- Alright moment of silence for how very very good Crowley’s outfit is this scene. Yum.

- The instant penny drop when Aziraphale realizes the reason for the body snatching, how he immediately uses prevention of future harm to classify it as Good.

- Also. His emotional reaction to the kid’s tumor. ;A;

- Edinburgh is so colorful!!

- HIS SMUG LITTLE GRIN WHEN HE POPS OUT HIS HAT AND NOTEBOOK. Also, wtf is in his hat. What is that.

- Okay but the double sided sign, and how Aziraphale first sees the Jesus side. IMPORTANT. PAINFUL.

- PRESS 66. That’s what’s in the hat.

- And Aziraphale being every bit as awkward as Muriel in his interrogation. Just slightly less weird. Angels.

- Listen I’ll probably say it again at episode 6 but the sheer magnitude of the importance that Gabriel and Beelzebub fell in love over the course of a year—with EACH OTHER. Not with earth or humans or creation. Just each other. Hggk.

- Alright, but Aziraphale DOES see the other half of the sign here. Does he get it? DOES HE GET IT?? No. Of course not.

- “I’ll help but it still doesn’t make it right.” That is such an uncomfortable truth to sit with. The whole adventure is, really. The whole show. SHADES OF GREY.

- Okay, I’m pausing this episode way too much, it’s been over an hour since I started this episode, but—the way Aziraphale overcorrects is. Sad? Elspeth and Wee Morag aren’t here to decrease human suffering. Outside of their own, of course, which can also be achieved by digging up a body that’s fresh. Scope of intent and how Aziraphale simplifies and moralizes it. Huh.

- Lot more this season about Aziraphale’s miracle allowances, too. Very interesting concept.

- MIGHT HAVE SLIGHTLY OVERDONE IT ON THE HOLE. MIGHT YOU INDEED.

- interesting how his dithering is what causes his chance to heal Wee Morag to slip through his fingers. And yet raising her is out of the question. Can Aziraphale even do that? We know he and Crowley together generate a ton of power, but what about on his own?

- interesting that elspeth takes Wee Morag to Dalrymple and is already contemplating suicide despite her actions suggesting she intended to keep on living. Hmm.

- Dalrymple the Ass. Not just unwilling to get his own hands dirty but disparaging of those who will. Another moral dichotomy.

- And elspeth also not wanting to get dug up? Wee Morag’s death affecting her?

- CROWLEY OFF HIS HEAD WITH LAUDANUM IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME

- How much is 90 guineas compared to 5 pounds? …google says a guinea is worth slightly more than a pound. So. For the eight pounds Elspeth and Wee Morag were aiming for, for the three pounds shafted that Wee Morag died for…Aziraphale literally had over ten times that amount in his pocket. MORALS.

- …the stupid special features had the math onscreen already. Sort of. Heck.

- Yeah okay this scene adds way more context to Crowley asking for holy water fifty or so years later. Yikes. YIKES. The implications of it all!!

- Asking the phone nicely. Love these little Aziraphaleisms.

- The awning of a new age XD

- The little tipping of his cap!! Adorable!

- Nina and Maggie actually TALKING. HEY CROWLEY ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION???

- The rain is overdone and the awning rips. Gosh. Whatever could that be implying?

- Seriously how is Crowley able to pull these spells out of Jim?? And seemingly ONLY him???

- Alright, this prophecy bit. Seems to me to be about the future, also about the past, which is very biblical tbh. Specifically Isaiah. But I’m not up to snuff enough on my Bible to tell what all Gabriel is quoting. Besides the Buddy Holly.

- HELLO SHAX

- Okay, realizing that no angels pop up in Aziraphale’s shop in season 1, either. Gabriel and Sandalphon enter from the outside. I’ll need to rewatch to see if Aziraphale actively invites them in, or if it’s just blocking. I think it might just be blocking. But what an interesting detail, that only humans can enter at will and all else must be invited!

- The threatening of Aziraphale continues. The anxiety of Crowley intensifies. The obliviousness of Jim resets.

- Always too late. Poor Crowley.

Yeah this took an hour and a half to watch XD but I’m having fun. And killing quite a lot of time. Am I making sense or creating a thoughtful analysis? No, I don’t think so. But I’m solidifying the canon in my head, at least.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #gos2spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #I should link and unify these posts #idk man just having fun at this point

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afra-blueraz · 10 months

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I think there were several things to point in the recent discussion, and it isn't my right to tell who did wrong or not on this. It mostly confuses me, all kind of argues confuse me cuz I'm quite incapable to stand hate... but if I must do the effort to hate something is people arguing and creating a chaotic situation and seeing so much toxicness in my dash...

I just wanted to come here to leave you a soft and calm message, if I can. Also to share a beautiful idea I have found in my own curiosity.

I know you are having a bad time with hate comments, but this is not about pointing anyone as the bad guy. I think your hard work and passion for this fandom must be appreciated. Even if it's not completely accurate or not everyone has the same headcanons than you I think that you should keep doing what you love. This hole thing about fandom is to actually share different POVs and enjoying with people that think the same than you. If don't, I agree that it's better to walk away and keep scrolling for what you really like.

And I think that we are all humans (except for Tumblr bot accounts), and we mistake, we get hot headed, we argue and complain about what hurts or bother us, and that's pretty normal. The thing is to let the arguing get more and more louder in our heads instead of washing away the bad vibes and finally understanding the source of the problem. As humans, we must rise over our mistakes to grow up, right?

The only thing I could advise you, but it's up to you to take it or not, it's that you should make a little research if you are going to talk about a topic related with community that could be sensible to your comments, also make a trigger warning in every post and if you are going to write with poor knowledge of the topic, saying it too, so people could get warned. I'm not sure that will stop hate comments, but perhaps, and I hope so, you will find a good soul that will be happy to correct you in a constructive manner. Learning something new is never a waste of time, and it actually could help you to understand and feel more confident about what are you going to do. I do that myself actually. In this case, learning a little about what the Catholic church reads in the Bible could make in a sense a lot easier to understand what has influenced Yui during her life.

I agree that there could be certain influence by the church in the way Yui dresses. But I won't say it's because the church forbids to dress in a way or another. Because it isn't that way. I have read the Bible, and despite the fact that there are several things that couldn't fit this era, there is not forbiddance about how to dress outside the church (except for the transgenders, which is in my opinion, a trait of that era, and even if I disagree, it couldn't be helped). There are restrictions inside the church but not in your daily life.

But instead, I wanted to share something with you that I have found here, there are a curious verse that might interest you:

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. (NIV, 1 Peter 3:2-5)

And I think this idea could be something that could have influenced in Yui's way to express herself by clothing. But that doesn't need to be the only reason. There could be others, but, as all this argue was about how the 'religious dress code' influenced her, I wanted to bring to your asks something even more beautiful professed by Yui's religion that not only would influence her way to dress but in general the way she behave in the matter of beauty. Because I think that we all Yui lovers agree when I say that Yui is cute but what makes her really beautiful is her pure and merciful soul, that one that made diaboys to finally find a piece of heaven in their rotten hell.

I hope I've helped you, and that you don't receive this message in the wrong way. Happy creation time <3

OMG. I really appreciate you for taking your time and writing this long message for me. Thank you so much.

I completely understand your words and as I said I never intended to hurt anyone. What I think is just my opinion and it is not necessary for everyone to agree with it. In fact, I believe that there are different opinions that make a fandom beautiful.

Even at that headcanon I never mentioned the church's compulsion for Yui's clothes. If they read my post carefully, they will realize that I said Yui is a religious girl and maybe this is one of her reasons. In the end, it doesn't matter how Yui dresses. We all love her for her heart of gold.

Honestly, I am not a Christian or even a religious person, and my belief in religion is not like the others, and maybe people had a wrong understanding of what I said, but there was no need to attack me like this. Not everyone's language is English and there may be misunderstandings. It is better to kindly ask each other instead of insulting each other.

Thank you so much for your advice 🥰💘.

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EVEN IN THE DARK

“I was naked when I was born [came from my mother’s womb], and I will be naked when I die [return there]. The Lord gave these things to me, and he has taken them away. Praise [Blessed be] the name of the Lord.” Job 1:21 EXB

Job’s story is one of the most well-known in the Bible. Even if we haven’t read the book, most, if not all, of us are aware that Job was afflicted for no apparent reason. We would expect anyone in his position to react to these tragedies with outrage, disbelief, grief, and depression, among other emotions. However, in today’s verse, we see that Job’s first reaction to the tragedy is to acknowledge and praise God.

As God’s children, we have been told on numerous occasions to worship God and put our faith in Him in good, bad, and turbulent times. Job is a perfect example of how to recognise God’s light and give Him the praise He deserves, even when we appear to be in dark places.

In Psalm 42:11, the Psalmist says, ‘Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God’.

May we never stop singing God’s praises. Even in times of sorrow or distress, we must remember who our Heavenly Father is and allow praise to well up in our hearts. “Even when it’s hard to find the words, louder then I’ll sing Your praise,” Hillsong United sings.

Praising God in every season of our lives as we fellowship with Him must be our reality.

Precious Father, help me to get to the point where when I’m pressed on all sides, all that comes out of me is praise for Your Holy Name.

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+ Mark 16:15- And He said to them, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+John 3:3 Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM TRULY FREE INDEED

I AM GOVERNED BY GOD

I AM HOLY

I AM BORN AGAIN

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So people have this idea that because they SAY THEY are a Christian that, that sums it up, and to be honest, it doesn’t; there’s more to it than that; some believe if I go to church, I am a Christian, and that’s not true we must understand that being a Christian is so much more deeper then this! I'm just saying it isn’t enough, but we must believe in God, and some will say I do, but your actions must say it too, and a lot of our actions don’t; it says something so different and our actions look more like the world more than anything!

So today, we will be discussing what makes someone a Christian; in our key verse today, it says this: “Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.”” That is the basis of being saved; being born again means we have given our life to Christ, and we have left our past, and we are focused on pleasing God; it means we are seeking the kingdom of God.

“Mark 12:31 The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.”

Another way we can know we are faithful Christians or believers is by loving people and being compassionate; what happens is we forget to love; we forget that’s something Christ has told us to do: love your neighbor as yourself. Do you do that ?? Do you allow the love that’s in the inside of you to resonate on the outside, that’s what Jesus did; he loved people so deeply that he want them to have healing and to have guidance and wanted that so badly for them to find God, to find peace, and a lot of people that’s all they want is peace!

Have you heard the saying actions speak louder than words? We have to make sure that what we do says I am a believer, that Im not just saying it, but what I do will match it. and a lot of times, we see people profess, but they don’t act like it; they cussing, fight, get drunk, and do everything other than being a beacon and when our heart isn’t full of light and our heart isn’t in the right place we can’t be either.

“1 John 3:18 Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.”

It tells us here not just in word or talk but in deed in our actions and the truth we proclaim: what are you proclaiming? What are your deeds ??? Are you avoiding fights and misunderstandings, or are you going headfirst into trouble? Or Are you the head of it all? We must be peace seekers! Not people that will start a fight and hide their hands! No, our hands must stay clean, and our actions need to say I am not seeking what this world is offering but I am searching for a deeper, meaningful relationship with God!

Faith is the biggest thing we must have when we are following Christ or being a believer because without it, how are we standing on Christ? How are we even living in the light of God if we have no faith in him? We must rest on him and rely on God; when we rest, nothing can shake us or pull us from God. Resting our faith in him says to God, that I know your here, and I know that you are going to conquer everything for me!

“1 Corinthians 16:13 Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong.

When we are Christian, we let nothing pull us from the love of Christ; we let nothing come between us and God and friends; it can happen. It can ,one day our focus can be on God, and you’ll have perfect peace. and because we allow things and people to come between us or take our minds off of feeding our soul worshiping and prayer, we start to lose interest; we start to pray less and read less and sooner or later, we start wanting him less ,than needing him less.

Paul says it here ““And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭38‬-‭39‬ ‭

***Today, if you say you are a Christian, walk like it, talk like it, behave like it, don’t say you are. Your actions are very different than what they should be; what I know is this that God is looking at the heart; we can confess whatever we want, but IF OUR HEART ISNT THERE, if TRUE Genuine emotions aren’t there, you aren’t living for Christ your living for your self! ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father help us to have a desire to change our heart , father God help us to lean on you and not our desires , lord we ask you today to be with us and help our actions to speak for us , we give you all the praise glory and honor ! We thank you for every up and down of life , we thank you for your mercy and grace , we thank you for everything you have blessed us with , we ask you today to help us have a mind to please you and to be on fire for you ! Lord we are sorry if we have offended you or the Holy Spirit. We need you right now in Jesus Mighty Name Amen

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+ 2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

+1 John 3:9 No one born of God makes a practice of sinning, for God's seed abides in him; and he cannot keep on sinning, because he has been born of God

+1 John 5:1 Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ has been born of God, and everyone who loves the Father loves whoever has been born of him

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Exodus 17:8-19

Matthew 22:34-23:12

Psalm 27:7-14

Proverbs 6:27-35

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#bible #bible quotes #christian quote #daily devotion #daily devotional #inspiration #scripture #bible verse #christian life #christan life #jesusisgod

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Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 2 * PART 2 * BOOK 79 PART 4 of the MESSIANIC PROPHECIES – PART 2 Psalms 45, 46, and 47 All right, let’s just go right in to where we left off in our last half hour in Psalms chapter 45. We just established in our closing remarks that this is a Messianic Psalm, because the Book of Hebrews quotes it word-for-word. These are indeed the words of the Lord Jesus as the Holy Spirit inspired David to write them. Now always remember the timeline. David’s writing in 1,000 B.C. But as we’re going to see in one of our later programs, if I get that far, the Holy Spirit evidently prepared some of these Psalms to be used at a later time by Israel’s King. It’s just one of the amazing aspects of Scripture. So, he is writing in 1,000 B.C. these very things that were spoken and fulfilled at the time of Christ’s first advent. Now we come into something that is further into the future. And that is the reference to when He becomes not only the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, but He’s going to be the bridegroom. We’re going to look at that aspect in the rest of this chapter. And the language is so evident. Psalms 45:8-9a “All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad. (In other words, all the perfume that was attendant with the bride.) 9. Kings’ daughters were among thy honorable women:…” In other words, what we would call the bridesmaids and so forth—the wedding company. Psalms 45:9 “Kings’ daughters were among thy honorable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.” Now when you think of someone being dressed in gold, what do we call it? Gold what? What’s the word? Lamé, isn’t it? That’s right. Gold Lamé, it’s just like thin tissue paper. It’s gold, but it feels like a material. Well, that’s exactly what the ancients would do when they had all the wealth from their subjects. So here we have the beauty of this glorious union between the bridegroom and his bride. All right, before we go any further, I’m probably going to shock some of you as I was almost shocked as I started chasing some of these things down. Turn with me to Isaiah. You know, when I get ready for all of these things, I have to make up my mind. Am I going do this early or late? Shall I do it after I’ve taught the chapter or before we teach it? So, I’m going to take it before. Turn with me to Isaiah chapter 62. I may get some repercussions. I don’t know. Somebody may just say “Les, you’re nutty as a fruitcake.” But I’m going to go where I feel the Book is teaching. Isaiah chapter 62 and we’re going to establish who this bride is who is going to become part of the bridegroom who is the King and the Messiah and God the Son. Isaiah 62:1 “For Zion’s sake I will not hold my peace, and for Jerusalem’s sake I will not rest, until the righteousness thereof go forth as brightness, and the salvation thereof as a lamp that burneth.” Who are we talking about? Jerusalem. I wish you could have been with us the other day. Am I right, Roberta? Chuck? Jodi? Did you see it? Oh, what a glorious panorama, even from the wicked situation it is today. Can you imagine it when it becomes the capital of the Prince of Peace, and it’s going to be the capital of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth? It just boggles the mind. And that’s what I want you to get a glimpse of now—that this is what the Psalm is referring to. All right, reading on in Isaiah 62. I don’t want to read too much, or I’ll lose your attention. But on the other hand, nothing speaks better or louder than the Scripture itself. All right, verse 2: Isaiah 62:2-3 “And the Gentiles (Now we will see reference to them back in Psalms 45.) shall see thy righteousness, (Well, that’s not evidenced today. Oh, anything but. But the day will come when Jerusalem will be the epitome of righteousness.) and all kings thy glory: and thou shalt be called by a new name, which the mouth of the LORD shall name.

3. Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the LORD, and a royal diadem (which speaks of kings and queens) in the hand of thy God.” Now remember, what are we talking about? Jerusalem. Don’t forget that now. Isaiah 62:4 “Thou (Jerusalem) shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but, thou shalt be called Hephzi-bah, and thy land called Beulah: (You know the song “O Beulah Land.”) for the LORD delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be (What?) married.” You weren’t expecting language like that, were you? But this is the whole concept. When Christ returns and sets up His capital on Mount Zion, where David had his in the city of Jerusalem, it will be God’s bride. All right, let’s read on. This is too good to leave. Verse 5: Isaiah 62:5 “For as a young man marrieth a virgin, so shall thy sons marry thee: (Who? Jerusalem—the city) and as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee.” You know what I did to this the other night. I practiced it on Iris. Didn’t I? I practiced it on her. I said, “Honey, do you see what it’s talking about? Jerusalem—that gorgeous city on the top of the mountain in pure white.” All right, read on in verse 6. Isaiah 62:6a “I have set watchmen upon thy walls, (Now doesn’t that make it plain? What are we taking about? The city. The walls that surround the city.) O Jerusalem,…” Oh, don’t lose it. Don’t lose this. Oh, I wish you all could have been with us, and you could have seen what I’m talking about. Oh, it was just gorgeous this time for some reason or other. Maybe it was because of this. Isaiah 62:6b-8a “…O Jerusalem, which shall never hold their peace day nor night: ye that make mention of the LORD, keep not silence, 7. And give him no rest, till he establish, and till he make Jerusalem a praise in the earth. 8. The LORD hath sworn by his right hand, and by the arm of his strength, Surely I will no more give thy corn (or grain) to be food for thine enemies;…” That’s always been the case, you know. The Syrians would come in, and the Babylonians would come in, and the Egyptians would come in and take their crops of grain. Isaiah 62:8b-10a “…Surely I will no more give thy grain to be food for thine enemies; and the sons of the stranger shall not drink thy wine, for the which thou hast labored: 9. But they that have gathered it shall eat it, and praise the LORD; (See, that’s what Israel is going to enjoy when their King sets up this glorious Kingdom.) and they who have brought it together shall drink it in the courts of my holiness. 10. Go through, go through the gates; prepare ye the way of the people; cast up, cast up the highway; gather out the stones;…” Stones! Have you ever seen so many? I mean the land is covered with rocks. But, of course, where they till it—you remember that, Nancy. You’ve been there years back. But, you see, I have to talk to her. She was on one of the first trips we made. Now it’s expanded and expanded and expanded. You remember when we were in the field there where He preached the Sermon on the Mount? It went down like a dish that was all just weeds and grass. Now it’s all bananas. Only this is unbelievable. How the land is increasing in production areas. But it has to be cleared. It’s solid rock! Isaiah 62:10b-12 “…gather out the stones; lift up a standard for the people. 11. Behold, the LORD hath proclaimed unto the end of the world, Say ye to the daughter of Zion, (And who’s the daughter of Zion? Jerusalem!) Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Behold, thy salvation cometh; behold, his reward is with him, and his work before him. (Now here it comes. This is frosting on the cake.) 12. And they shall call them, The holy people, The redeemed of the LORD: and thou (Jerusalem) shalt be called, Sought out, A city not forsaken.” Now, isn’t that gorgeous. All right, now with that as a backdrop, come back to Psalms 45 verse 10. Psalm 45:10-11a “Hearken, (listen) O

daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house; 11. So shall the king (God the Son, Jesus of Nazareth, now, as King of Kings and Lord of Lords) greatly desire thy beauty:…” Whose beauty? Jerusalem’s—don’t lose it. Jerusalem’s beauty! Psalm 45:11b-13 “…for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him. 12. And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; (Now, Tyre was a Gentile city up on the Mediterranean Sea coast. So the Gentile city of Palestine will be there like guests at a wedding.) even the rich among the people shall entreat thy favor. 13. The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.” Gold lamé again, that’s what it’s called—where actually the thin sheets of gold can be constructed in a way that become a garment. Psalm 45:14 “She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.” In other words, that will be the fellow companions of the Nation of Israel. Psalm 45:15-16 “With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king’s palace. 16. Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.” In other words, out of Jerusalem, you see, the Jews will scatter throughout that kingdom period of the 1,000 years. They’re going to be actually the leaders of all the Gentile part of the world. All right, come back with me a minute to Deuteronomy. We looked at it I think maybe in our last taping. But some of these things bear repeating, now, when we talk about Israel’s role in this thousand-year millennial reign. Because they’re not just going to be cooped up in the little land of Israel, they are going to be evidenced throughout the Kingdom. And Israel as God’s righteous people will be superior to all the other Gentile nations and what have you. Deuteronomy 28 and let’s jump in at verse 9. Deuteronomy 28 and goodness sakes, who wrote Deuteronomy? Well, Moses. How long before King David was Moses? Five hundred years. So you’ve got Moses at 1,500 B.C., and David at 1,000 B.C. Then in one of our next programs, we’re going to be dealing with Isaiah who was 300 years still later. He was only 700 B.C. Everything fits. Hundreds of years in between and it all fits. That’s why I love this Book. It’s so supernatural. This isn’t the work of men. This is the Word of God! Deuteronomy 28:9 “The LORD shall establish thee (the Nation of Israel) an holy people unto himself, as he hath sworn unto thee, if thou shalt keep the commandments of the LORD thy God, and walk in his ways.” Now this, of course, is at the onset of Israel’s nationhood. But of course, it will come to reality in the Kingdom, because only believing Jews will be part of that—just like believing Gentiles are part of the Body of Christ. See, it doesn’t include the lost, the unbeliever, but only the believers. Deuteronomy 28:10-11 “And all people of the earth (From stem to stern, see?) shall see that thou art called by the name of the LORD; and they shall be afraid of thee. (because of their position) 11. And the LORD shall make thee plenteous in goods, in the fruit of thy body, (In other words, they’re going to have children till who knows.) and in the fruit of thy cattle, and in the fruit of thy ground, in the land (the Promised Land) which the LORD swear unto thy fathers to give thee.” They’re finally going to get it. And nobody’s going to argue with them. Nobody is going to try and take it away from them, because their King is in their midst. I’ll be coming to that in another half hour this afternoon—how the Lord is in the midst of Israel throughout this 1,000 year period of time. All right, now verse 11, I just read that one—verse 12. Deuteronomy 28:12 “The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thy hand: and thou shalt lend unto many nations, and thou shalt not borrow.

” My, wouldn’t Wall Street love to have this? Israel is going to be the money center of the world. The King of Kings is going to be in control of whatever financial needs they’re going to have. Oh, my goodness, this is beyond comprehension. Deuteronomy 28:13a “And the LORD shall make thee the head, and not the tail;…” See how plain that is? Today, if you were to depict all the Nations of the world in a beast of some sort, an animal, where would Israel be? Put on at the tip of a tail. That’s what the Scripture’s saying—you’re not going to be the tail; you’re going to be the head. That’s Israel’s future, beloved, get excited for them. They’ve been downtrodden for 4,000 years, ever since Abraham. They’ve been the scorned and persecuted. But, oh, their day is coming. Remember what our verses say? First the what? First the suffering and then what? The Glory that’s going to follow. Here it is. Their glory is still coming. Deuteronomy 28:13 “And the LORD shall make thee the head, and not the tail; and thou shalt be above only, and thou shalt not be beneath; (They’re not going to be at the bottom of the totem pole. They’re going to be at the top.) if that thou hearken unto the commandments of the LORD thy God, which I command thee this day, to observe and to do them:” Well, that’s Israel’s future once the King and the Kingdom are brought in. But, of course, we have to realize that can’t happen until the Body of Christ is complete, because that’s where God is dealing today. He’s dealing with the Gentile world right now. He’s calling out a people for His name (I Corinthians 15:1-4). All of that (in the verses above) is part of the timeline regarding the Tribulation and the Second Coming and then the bringing in of this glorious, glorious Kingdom. Psalm 45:16a “Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children,…” In other words, there’s going to be a tremendous reproduction in the Kingdom economy. They’re going to have children. That reminds me. I think I’ve got time. Let’s jump ahead to verses we have used before. Jump ahead to Isaiah chapter 11. I knew I wanted to use it sometime this afternoon. I just didn’t know exactly when. But this is probably as good as I can take when it speaks of their children. They’re going to be reproducing. They’re going to have families. There’s going to be a tremendous reproduction—Isaiah chapter 11 verse 1, speaking again of God the Son, the Messiah. Isaiah 11:1 “And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem (or the family line) of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots:” The word Branch is capitalized, because it is referenced as God the Son throughout the Old Testament. Isaiah 11:2 “And the spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD;” Those are all the seven-fold spirits, or attributes, of the Spirit. They’ll all be centered on the King. All right, verse 4: Isaiah 11:4 “But with righteousness he shall judge (or rule) the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth: and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, (Which, of course, is previous to all this during the Tribulation.) and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked.” Everything that is unrighteous will be removed. Isaiah 11:5 “And righteousness shall be the girdle of his loins, and faithfulness the girdle of his reins.” In other words, all the attributes of God Himself will be shown forth in this King of Kings. All right, now you jump down from the authority of the King, and we see the operation of the Kingdom itself in the everyday life of the people. Isaiah 11:6 “The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, (In other words, no more carnivorous activity. They will not be hungry and seeking out food from another species.) and the leopard shall lie down with the (baby goat) kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; (Now here it comes. This is what made me think of these verses.

) and a little (What?) child shall lead them.” Well, where did the child come from? From their Jewish parents who were part of this glorious Kingdom. Isaiah 11:7 “And the cow and the bear shall feed; (That is in the same pasture.) their young ones shall lie down together: and (Oh, this is shocking, isn’t it?) the lion (the most carnivorous of all) shall eat straw (or forage like cattle or) like the ox. 8. And the nursing child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice’ den.” They’ll be put out with these wild (what we call wild) carnivorous animals, but they’re going to be tame as pets. And here’s the reason in verse 9. Isaiah 11:9a “They shall not hurt nor destroy (no death because of these wild animals) in all my holy mountain:...” That is His whole Kingdom like I said earlier—from stem to stern, from one end of this earth to the other. From pole to pole, it’s all going to be a heaven-on-earth environment. Isaiah 11:9b “…for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.” That’s going to be the environment of this Kingdom. There will be no evil. There will be no unrighteousness. There will be no weeds or thistles or things that deter food production. All right, let’s come a minute to chapter 45 of Psalms. To verse 16, where he said: Psalm 45:16-17 “Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, (That’s why I went back to this in Isaiah.) whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth. (They’re not just going to be confined to Israel. They’re going to be used throughout the Kingdom.) 17. I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: (And remember, I think we’re still talking about the bride. We’re talking about the city of Jerusalem.) therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.” Now, all of the Old Testament is looking forward to this glorious Kingdom. I haven’t got enough time to start on chapter 46. But let’s pursue a few more of these prophetic scriptures concerning this Kingdom. Jump ahead to Isaiah chapter 2. These are verses that we have used in times gone by. But when I think something was less than couple of months ago, I come to find out it was a couple of years ago. I mean, it’s just unbelievable. So it’s probably been that long since we used these. Isaiah chapter 2 dropping in at verse 2, and it’s all in reference to this same Kingdom over which Christ will rule in Jerusalem which will be the bride, the wife of Jehovah. And the Jewish people will be preeminent in everything that they do. Verse 2: Isaiah 2:2 “And it shall come to pass in the last days, (And how do I always follow those words? When the Bible says it’s going to happen…it’s going to happen. Maybe not as soon as we think, but it is going to happen.) And it shall come to pass in the last days, (In other words, after the Tribulation and the Second Coming have taken place.) that the mountain (or the Kingdom) of the LORD’S house shall be established in the top of mountains, (In other words, it will be above any earthly kingdom that has ever existed. It’s going to be superior to anything.) and shall be exalted above the hills; (or any other previous empires or kingdoms) and all nations shall (What?) flow unto it.” In other words, I’ve said it over and over. All the world looks to America. Whenever they get into a jam, or there’s a big disaster or whatever, what do they look for? They look for America. They hate us, but, oh, they want all that we can do for them. And it’s the same way now with this financial debacle. Even though we’ve triggered it, yet they are looking for us to be able to bring the whole thing to fruition. And that’s going to be Israel’s role someday.

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Merry and Bright

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader (no y/n) (in the Born to Run 'verse, but can be read as a standalone)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol, allusions to sex and D/s relationships, mention of collars/collaring, drunk!Marcus gets his own warning, kissing

Summary: You and Marcus attend a family Christmas party at your parents' house. Marcus has too much wine and is causing shenanigans and generally too silly and adorable for his own good, and you are just trying to keep him from getting the two of you into too much trouble.

A/N: Cute Christmas Marcus alert! I'm going to take a little break on posting until after the holidays, so this will probably be it from me for a few weeks. When I get back, I have at least 2 more smutty one-shots in this 'verse and I PROMISE I'll start posting the new jazz lounge AU fic at some point. I have 3ish chapters written but unfortunately I have no idea where to go from there...

SERIES MASTERLIST

Even packed to the brim for your family’s Christmas party, you’d think that in your parents’ relatively small house, you wouldn’t have been able to lose your husband completely.

But here you were.

You had last seen Marcus Pike at the stove ladling another helping of mulled wine into his glass, his head bobbing slightly to the Christmas music playing on speakers throughout the house. You could always tell when he had been drinking–his body language was more fluid, his smile lazier, his airtight control beginning to slip just a little.

You stood dumbly in the middle of the kitchen, your own faculties dulled from the same drink, when you finally heard him having an animated discussion in another room.

Drinking also made him talk much louder.

“...these are precious objects of cultural heritage to Iraq! They were looted and smuggled illegally, and placed in a museum thousands of miles away, and they deserve to be repatriated back to their country of origin. Hobby Lobby knew that what they were doing was–”

“Marcus!” you exclaimed with an exaggerated smile. You wound your arm around his waist and steered him away from your aunt, who was wearing a sweater with “Jesus is the Reason” emblazoned in sparkly letters and a deepening frown.

“Heyyyyy,” he gushed, leaning down to nuzzle your neck just above the pretty silver choker you were wearing–your collar, although no one else at this party would ever know it. “There you are, you pretty thing.”

“I thought we agreed that Hobby Lobby was not on the approved list of discussion topics,” you reminded him with a teasing smile. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Trouble?” he asked, a glint in his eye. He tried to pull you toward the bathroom. “I’ll get us in trouble,” he smirked. “C’mere.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “You are on one tonight. How many of those have you had?” you asked, gesturing to his empty glass.

Marcus looked down at his glass with a tiny frown. “I dunno, but this stuff is amazing,” he slurred. Then he looked back up at you with half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile. “You’re amazing. Holy shit, you look beautiful tonight.” He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss.

“I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve said that tonight,” you murmured against his lips.

“It’s the first thought that pops into my head every time I look at you,” he replied quietly.

This damn man. You wound your arms around your husband and kissed him deeper and he responded enthusiastically–maybe a little bit too enthusiastically. His hands came to grip at your sides and he pulled you into him, grinding his hips into you as he did so. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, licking into you with a soft groan.

You pulled back a fraction and his eyes opened, searching your face to determine why you had stopped with a confused little crease across his brow.

“Down, boy,” you whispered with a coy smile.

“What if I don’t want to,” he teased back with an adorable little pout.

Fuck. You really didn’t want him to either. You wanted to go back home, and spend all night wrapped around each other, but unfortunately home for you was hundreds of miles away now, and the two of you would have to make do in your childhood bedroom–not exactly the sexiest location. And if anything were to happen, you were both going to have to be quiet, which was going to be incredibly difficult given the way Marcus was currently looking at you–as if he wanted to devour you right then and there, against the hallway wall.

“You two!” your Jesus-shirt-wearing aunt interrupted. “The mistletoe is over there!”

Marcus glanced over at the archway a few feet away with an expression that seemed to say, 'Okay, let's go over there, then.'

Before he could drag you away and continue his tipsy exploration of your mouth, your aunt reached up to lightly touch the jewelry on your neck.

"This is a lovely necklace, dear. It's so unusual, being one solid piece like that. Where did you find something like that?"

Behind you, Marcus started giggling.

You resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

"Thanks! It was a gift," you supplied, vaguely.

She nodded slowly, glancing between you and Marcus--who was swaying slightly--with a small frown.

"Okay, well it was nice to see you two, dear. Merry Christmas." She pulled you in for a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Aunt Barbara," you replied.

You rounded on Marcus the moment she was out of the room.

"You absolute goof," you said in a stage whisper. "Do you want all of your in-laws to know about th--the nature of our relationship behind closed doors?"

He was trying and failing to suppress more giggles, his lips quivering as he tried to compose himself. You loved the fact that he was definitely a happy drunk, but he was currently on a one-way trip to disinviting the two of you from next year's family reunion.

He threw his arm around you again, pulling you close. "Don't even worry about it, no one has any idea of the filthy, naughty, depraved things I get to do to you," he murmured in your ear.

You tried in vain to shush him again. "Can we please keep it that way, honey? I really don't want to explain BDSM to the same people who genuinely think that liberal politicians are involved in a secret child trafficking ring."

Marcus’s giggles returned and you bit the inside of your lips to keep from joining him. He doubled over, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he shook with laughter. Eventually, you gave up trying to be the serious one and joined him, winding your arms around him and kissing a path across his cheek and down his neck between your own chuckles.

"Speaking of those filthy, depraved things I get to do…" he growled playfully in your ear, "Let me take you upstairs and show you exactly what I mean."

You shook your head in exasperation and shoved him lightly. "Unlike you, I really don't want my grandparents to hear everything--which they would, because they're going to be sleeping in the next room.

Marcus bit the inside of his cheek and looked at you for a couple of moments, his head cocked to the side. "Maybe I do want everyone to know," he slurred, inexplicably.

"I'm sure you don't mean that." You rolled your eyes.

Marcus shook his head, but there was a little crease on the bridge of his nose that alerted you to the fact that there was more going on up in his head than just a sudden, mysterious urge to traumatize your relatives.

"Hey," you palmed his cheek. "What's going on up there?" You tapped his temple lightly.

He frowned, his drunken state making him look a bit like a lost puppy. "They don't… they don't know what this means," he murmured, tracing the line of the collar.

"Yes, right," you said patiently, nodding your head slowly and deliberately. "A fact I'm very grateful for."

"Nonono--" he started. "I don't mean… any of what you're thinking--the-the sex and stuff. I mean… I mean, they don't know what this means to me, it's a symbol of how fucking much I care for you," he said earnestly. "T-they don't know that I will take care of you in any and every way you need."

You softened. "They do know that, sweetie." You reached down to grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over his wedding ring. "That's what these are for."

"Any idiots can get these," Marcus pouted. "This is different. Isn't it?" He rubbed his thumb over the band again and you closed your eyes and hummed at the sensation.

"Yes," you whispered with a fond smile. "It is. And you and I know that, don't we? I like that it's ours. It's our secret."

"I just want--" he broke off. "I whisked you off to Colorado and everyone else in your family is here in the Midwest. I want to make sure they know that you're… you're so taken care of. More than taken care of, you're--"

"Hey, hey," you quieted him gently. "They know. I promise. And they don't need to know the specifics of how," you added with a little giggle.

Marcus joined in, pressing his forehead to yours. You looked back at him, at his glassy eyes, pink cheeks, and lazy, crooked smile.

"You are the most adorable drunk, you know that, right?" You ruffled his hair playfully.

"I thought you said I was adorable all the time," he teased, rubbing his nose against yours.

"You somehow get even cuter with too much mulled wine in you. It's a problem."

"How is that a problem?" Marcus asked.

"It's a problem because it makes me really want to let you take me upstairs and show me exactly what perverted ideas you have in your head tonight," you said with a smile.

Marcus’s eyes lit up with mischief, but instead of dragging you to your childhood bed to defile the sheets, he walked you backwards until you were standing under the archway with the mistletoe.

"Actually, my little love, this is my deepest, darkest desire tonight," he said, as he gently, sweetly, pressed his lips to yours.

"Merry Christmas," you whispered against his lips, before he took away your ability to speak.

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

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The Sound of Silence and Static (5) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Past!Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x OFC Pia “Rocky” Rockwell

Genre: Angst, Mystery, Crime

Summary: Y/n meets back up with her boys but the ground between her and Sam is still pretty damn shaky. It's a brutal back and forth. What else did you expect?

(Set after the events of The Falcon, The Winter Soldier and Static, Static: Get, Set, Glitch, and Are You Now Or Have You Ever Been? While this series can be read as a stand-alone story, it would make a lot more sense if you read those beforehand. And you know? They’re fun.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence, Torture

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Highly recommended. Gives context to her powers, but not so necessary. @freeflyingphoenix is half the reason this thing is a real possibility.

sidenote: Please, please, please read Are You Now Or Have You Ever Been? cause it ties in directly with this story.

“Howdy boys! Why the long faces?”

“Y/n?!” Steve exclaims, rushing over to the door to get to her.

Bucky reaches her first, placing an arm around her waist, her free arm comes to rest around his shoulder. He shoulders her weight happily and effortlessly.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam scolds, rushing out of the kitchen.

Steve comes to kneel in front of her and Bucky as they sit down on the couch.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Bucky asks, hesitant and scared. He’s terrified of the answer because he already knows what it is.

Before she can answer though—

“She’s got two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and second-degree burns on her side. The rest I’ve taken care of—which reminds me, hi guys! I’m here too,” Harley deadpans, having moved away to close the door to Joaquin’s small apartment, now that he didn’t have to hold up a hobbling Y/n anymore.

Burns??

"What happened, sweetheart?" He tries to make his voice as soft as he can, while Steve, having assessed her wounds, makes his way to the kitchen.

Now, he knows Y/n. He knows her far too well at this point, and he knows that she'll pretend to be fine. She'll try, at least, to seem all put together and unhurt. But moments like these bring her back—back to HYDRA, back to having to feel afraid and scared of her life every waking hour. He knows her well enough to know that she’s always been unafraid of everything because she believes that she’s lived through the worst possible hell there could ever be. It makes her feel invincible… until she stumbles upon moments like this.

Scooting closer to him, “Stuff,” she tells him dismissively.

“Y/n—”

“Jamie.”

He already knows the battle is lost so he decides to settle for comforting her instead. But then—

“Holy shit!” suddenly a voice chimes in. “I was peeing for like, 40 seconds, tops,” Joaquin remarks, walking into the living room to stand behind Harley who's sitting on the edge of a chair he’s pulled. “What happened?”

“Stuff,” she reiterates, louder this time.

“Joaquin, could you please—” Bucky’s cut off by the man himself.

“First aid kit,” Joaquin nods, already ready with the answer. “On it.” He rushes out of the living room, walking past a fidgety Steve who comes back and hands her a glass of water with a couple painkillers.

Swallowing the pills, and chugging down the water, “I’m sorry about leaving like that,” she mumbles into Bucky's chest as he wraps her close.

Dropping a kiss on her head he counters, “You have nothing to apologize for, baby.”

“I left you half naked, bub,” she throws back.

It makes him chuckle a little. “I think I’ll let it slide, on the account of you being arrested and whatnot,” he tells her with a soft smile, caressing her cheek.

She mirrors his smile and finally, for the first time in the last 30 odd hours, Bucky feels like he can finally breathe again. He’d been missing his moon, something awful. Moonless skies is something Bucky hasn’t had to face in a good long while, and now that he has her back—he has the shiny glittery light of the moon beaming at him—even a little—he can finally breathe again. His moon and her faint moonlight is outshining the afternoon sunlight that’s creeping in through the windows of Joaquin’s apartment, and he can finally breathe again.

But the moment is cut painfully short as—

“Y/n,” Sam calls out as Joaquin comes back into the room with a small box of medicines, bandages, burnall and such. “What happened?”

She looks up at him then, where he stands in front of her, towering, exuding command. He looks unforgiving, Bucky thinks and part of him burns at the realizing it might be because that’s how he feels.

“I broke out of the Raft,” she tells him plainly as Joaquin comes and settles on her feet, bandages in hand.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for your shit?” Sam reprimands, his voice raising, arms flailing. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Where else was I supposed to go after I broke out of a high security prison?” Y/n throws back, as Joaquin asks her to brace herself for what’s about to come. She nods dismissively without thought.

“Y/n—” Sam’s losing his patience, Bucky can see it. But before he can finish—

“Cocksucker!” She yells out in agony.

“Sorry,” Joaquin apologizes, wincing himself as he assesses the shoulder that he just repositioned back into its place.

Bucky’s jaw must be clenched too hard for comfort because a moment later he feels a soft hand caress his cheek.

“I’m okay, baby,” she whispers to him. “It’s okay.”

Wow, what kind of a shit boyfriend needs to be consoled by his injured girlfriend?

Great job, Barnes. Seems like that ‘Bucky Barnes is Sergeant Asshole’ club is never going to run out of material.

“If you were gonna break out anyway, then why feed that bullshit to Murdock about wanting a fair trial?” Sam snides. There’s enough venom in his words that even Steve turns, from where he’s leaning with folded arms on the doorframe to the bedroom, to stare at the Captain.

“Sam—” Steve begins but Y/n cuts him off.

“Because I did!” She states with ferocity, the movement of which makes her wince. Hissing as Joaquin continues cleaning the blood off her gashes, “An impartial judge, a skillfully selected jury and I would have won. I would have wiped the floor with the prosecution,” she proclaims with enough faith that a part of Bucky wishes he got to witness her in action. “So would have Matt,” she adds.

“Then why did you break out?” Sam yells.

“Because they would’ve killed me if I didn’t!”

The statement gives everyone pause.

Joaquin’s hand stun, Steve stands up straighter, Sam stops pacing and Bucky can notice Harley’s face shift from feigning disinterest to genuine worry.

Bucky himself? Yeah, he’s kinda losing his shit right now.

His head is running a mile a minute and he’s making a list of people he wants to… give a stern talking to. The top of the list would’ve been Ross but seeing as he isn’t, you know, alive to face Bucky’s wrath, he settles instead on someone far more accessible… like his best friend who is screaming at his girlfriend right now.

“Look, Y/n, I’m getting tired of this shit, okay? Please. Just this once, can we be serious for one damn second?” Sam asks, sounding genuinely frustrated, one hand rubbing down his face while the other rests on his hip. “Can I get one straight answer, that isn’t a lie?”

“I haven’t lied to you, ever!” Y/n defends, her voice rising to match his.

“Seriously?” Sam challenges. “You sure about that?” When all she does is shrug, Sam steps forward, as if stepping up to the said challenge. “What about Whitehall?”

Well, fuck.

It seems to throw Y/n off.

Her hand finds Bucky’s instantly.

“Sweetheart—”

“That was different,” she cuts Bucky off. “I didn’t lie as much as I… changed my mind.”

Bucky feels guilt creeping up on him like a snake slithering onto him, gripping him like a vice.

But Sam—well, Sam just scoffs.

“Of course,” he sneers, shaking his head with disdain clear in every action. “A loophole… I should’ve known. You’re great at those, aren’t you, Atticus Finch?”

Her eyes fall shut for a second as she exhales a shaky breath. “Sam, man,” she’s trying to exude patience, but she’s off her mark by an inch, which is rare for her. “Look, I know you’re pissed at me about the Whitehall thing, and you have every right to be, that’s why I dealt with all your bullshit back at the precinct... but dude,” her mark veers off further still, “I’m serious, right now!” She exclaims.

“And I’m not?!”

This is the moment Bucky realizes something, and by the way that his eyes meet Steve’s instantly, he knows Steve does too.

If the guilt was a snake crawling onto him by slithering over his feet, this realization is a scorpion a second away from stinging his neck. Because fuck him, fuck Steve, and fuck Sam… she doesn’t know.

“So what?” She throws back, scoffing with a humorless and impatient chuckle. “You seriously think that I did it?” Her tone is absolutely rhetorical. It sounds like she thinks Sam believing she murdered Ross to get some sort of twisted revenge is a thought that’s barely crossed her mind. There’s so much faith in those words Bucky thinks he might choke because when she’s met with a pregnant pause as the response from Sam, he can practically hear her heart break.

“You… You think I did it?” She asks again. Except this time, all the conviction of believing otherwise has mostly vanished. All that’s left is a broken whisper and a shaky voice and… fear.

“Didn’t you?” Sam challenges. But Bucky thinks his question lacks the sheer rhetoricity of hers before. Bucky thinks the question might be at least a little genuine.

There’s a shaky exhale, Bucky’s not sure if it’s loud or the room is too silent.

Her eyes fly right to Steve in front of her. Whatever she sees in them must be enough because then she looks at Harley to her left, where he sits.

“What about you, Junior? You think I did it?” She asks, all her ferocity gone and replaced with the grim realization that one of her closest friends in the world thinks she’s a monster.

“I…” Harley sighs, “... don’t know… but—”

“—You don’t care,” she finishes for him, shaking her head. “Cause you’re an idiot,” she adds, eyes shut with a disappointment that Bucky can’t quite place. It lasts only a few seconds because then she’s looking down at Joaquin to her right, who’s crouching in front of her with what Bucky can clearly decipher as a hint of guilt in his eyes. “You… You think I did it, too. Don’t you?” She asks with a melancholy smile on her face. She’s always adored Joaquin.

He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes falling to the ground for a second before they meet hers again. “You have a track record of losing control when things get personal,” he offers in his way of explanation. He looks like he wishes what he was saying wasn’t what he believed… but it is.

Of the five men in the room, the only people who believe that Y/n didn’t kill Ross are the ones who have been in love with her. Bucky would want her to take that as a testament to how well he and Steve know her. But he knows she’ll take that as proof that she’s just the monster they wanted her to be.

It will break her.

He can already see the cracks beginning to appear as she lets out a broken chuckle.

And then she stands up, cradling her very recently fixed shoulder.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky calls out, but the only answer he gets is her beginning to walk towards the exit. He’s on his feet instantly, “Hey! Hey! Sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop, moving past the couch, towards the door.

“Y/n! Where you going?” Steve calls out, following her as well.

“Come on, sweetheart just—”

“Y/n—” Joaquin tries too.

“Y/n, you look like shit, you can’t just—” Harley yells out, getting to his feet.

There’s a chaos of words until her steps halt when she hears Sam, call out, “Y/n—”

Turning around to face them, she says, “If I’m right, then there’s a fight around the corner. And I have no clue who it’s going to be against.” She gulps. “I can’t ask you to fight for something you don’t—for someone you don’t believe in.”

There’s silence; it’s heavy, it’s gnawing, it’s painful.

“Y/n,” Sam breaks it, stepping forward, “I want to believe you but you won’t—It’s like you’re trying to give me reasons not to.”

“What are you talking abou—”

He cuts her off, “One question, man. I asked you one question. Where were you the night Ross was murdered?”

Yeah, about that… Bucky would like the answer to that question too. He doesn’t doubt her for a second. She says she didn’t do it, then she didn’t. But it would be very nice to know where she was.

Almost as if she can hear his thoughts, her eyes fly over to his, but they are gone a second later.

“Doesn’t matter,” she tells Sam.

“See! That’s exactly what I am talking about!” Sam exclaims. “All I’m asking is for you to tell me where you were and you won’t even give me that. So,” he exhales exhaustively, “why the hell should I believe you?”

Running her hands through her hair in annoyance, she steps forward too. “Wherever I was, you’re just gonna think I glitched out of there. So, why does it matter?”

“Because it’s something!” Sam shouts back. The outburst makes the silence in the room even heavier than it already was, and fuck if the room wasn’t painfully silent before. Sam takes a moment, clenches his fists. It looks like he’s hoping to squeeze the anger out of himself somehow. “It’s something,” he reiterates, much softer this time. “And I—I’m desperate.” He means it. He really does. Bucky can tell.

Apparently, so can Steve because suddenly—

“Y/n—” Steve begins.

She cuts him off, “Steve.” It’s a warning.

“Y/n.” A plea.

“Steve.” A dismissal.

“Y/n.” An imploration.

“Steve.” A refusal.

“Y/n.” End of the line.

“Steve.” End of the fucking line.

“She was with me,” Steve tells Sam.

“Steven!” A reprimand.

Sam turns to look at Steve, “If she was with you, why wouldn't she just say it?”

Bucky’s question exactly.

And then a horrible, fucking horrible thought crosses everyone’s mind, almost in unison.

“Wait—did you two—?” Sam, Harley, and Joaquin ask simultaneously.

Bucky remains silent.

“What?” Steve asks, confused, but only for a second. “No! No! God, NO!” His arms fly up. “We were at Peggy’s grave. It was the anniversary of her death. We go every year,” he explains in a rush. “It’s ugh… It’s our thing,” he adds, in a smaller voice, sounding somewhat guilty. It’s been that kind of day, Bucky thinks.

“Then why not just say it?” Sam asks, looking at Y/n.

The question finally makes her break the gaze she’d been holding with Bucky.

She turns to Sam, “Because it doesn’t change anything. Because... you still don’t believe me, not really.”

“I’m sorry if I’m having a hard time with your alibi being Steve,” Sam throws back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve interrupts, giving Sam the disapproving eyebrows that he used to give Bucky whenever he tried to set them both up on a double date. All these years and he’s still intimidated by them

“Look man, no offense, but we all know damn well that you will lie to protect the people you love. And as much as we like pretending like it’s not the case, you still are in love with her.” Sam’s voice has a sense of irritated finality in it. “Who’s to say this isn’t a rehash of what happened with Bucky and Tony's parents?”

Well, fuck, times two.

“He thought Bucky’s life would be in danger,” Y/n tells him through gritted teeth.

“As opposed to now, when your life isn't?” Sam challenges, taking a step forward.

“That was different,” she states, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Was it?” Sam counters.

“Yes, it was,” she says with thundering certainty. Her anger is evident as she adds, “It was different, so don’t you dare make me defend it!”

“Then why not just tell me you were with him when I asked you? Huh?” Sam shouts out, annoyed.

“Like I said, it wouldn’t have changed anything! And it would do more harm than good”

“You having an alibi would be a bad thing? Seriously? Y/n, are you shitting me right now?” Sam chides, at the end of his rope.

Her eyes find Bucky’s again but they are gone a second later, focused back on Sam. But for the life of him, Bucky cannot bring himself to look away.

“You know what? Let me lawyer you for a second, Cap,” she states, her confidence back, hands in her pocket, shoulders pulled back. “Here’s what giving an alibi would do for me; the first thing the prosecution would do is find a gap. And it wouldn’t be that hard. Not hard at all. Because with me, it wouldn’t matter if it were an hour or 5 fucking minutes. All they’d need is a gap, which they would find, without much issue. It’s smooth fucking sailing from there. Any lawyer worth their salt would call to the stand, Bruce Banner, the only man that has ever even come close to understanding my powers. They’d ask him, under oath, if it would be possible for me to glitch from Peggy’s grave to Ross’s place in those 5 fucking minutes and Bruce would have to say yes. Because I can. Now, obviously, Matt and I would cross-examine him, ask him how exhausted I would be after traveling that long a distance. Bruce would tell them, I’d barely be able to stand up straight let alone assassinate someone. But it would be fucking futile because the prosecution would remind the Judge and the jury that Ross wasn’t assassinated with a glowing pink sword that manifests out of my arm, no. He was killed by a gunshot wound to his noggin, a sloppy one at that. And with that, I’m toast. No one in that courtroom would believe a word I said after that.” She tsks. “Was that more harm or more good?”

Everyone looks like they don’t know a single word in the English language.

That is until—

“But that isn’t why you didn’t tell him,” Bucky chimes in, challenge in his eyes.

All of her confidence fades again. “Sunshine—”

“We’ll do this later.” It’s a promise. He motions her towards himself, “Right now, I’m gonna fix you up,” he sits down on the table in front of the couch, opening up the first aid kit again, “...while you tell us what happened.” He points to the spot on the couch opposite him.

Passing Harley and Joaquin on the way, she sits down.

“Zemo happened,” she states, lifting her shirt to reveal her burns.

Bucky’s gonna squeeze that Baron’s head like a fucking balloon.

“WHAT?” Joaquin exclaims. “He got out?”

“Nope,” she replies, wincing a bit as Bucky begins to clean up her wound with gentle hands. It’s times like these he kind of likes his metal hand. The cold touch of vibranium around the burnt tissue seems to soothe her. Even if it’s a little calm for her, he’ll relish being the one who brings it. “Someone drugged me and I woke up in my cell, dangling upside down from the ceiling while he stood that with his junk in my face.” Her jaw clenches. “I think they let him out.”

“So you’re saying Zemo has control of the Raft?” Steve questions.

“No… I don’t think he does. I don’t think the guards were working for him because he’s the one calling shots. I think he is working for someone who is calling the shots,” she answers.

“Why the fuck would you think that? You’ve seen what Baron Asshole can do. He’s a diabolical son of a bitch,” Harley counters, arms folded in front of him.

“I’m with Harley on this one,” Bucky speaks up, hands still busy. “Zemo’s a dick but he’s a smart dick.”

“I know but—when he realized that I didn’t have the information he wanted, he let me go—”

Steve cuts her off, “He let you go?” Disbelief is clear in his voice. “Not that I’m not happy about it, but… why?”

“Something about owing me. Apparently, Jamie and I have let him live one too many times,” she replies, sounding like she doesn’t really believe it herself.

“Last time I make that mistake again,” Bucky mutters angrily.

Above him, it makes her chuckle, which makes her wince, slightly. “Anyway, um—when he let me go, he couldn’t stop the guards from attacking me.”

“Meaning he’s not the top dog,” Joaquin surmises, throwing himself on the chair to Bucky’s right where Harley was sitting minutes ago.

“You said he wanted information from you, what was it?” Steve asks, hands on his waist, brows furrowed.

“Oh yeah that,” she begins. “What the fuck is Project Extinction?”

The question makes everyone ponder for a second.

“Never heard of it,” Sam answers.

“Hmm,” she hums dismissively. “Well, according to him, that’s what I killed Ross for,” she adds, as Bucky finishes patching her up. “But none of us has even heard of the damn thing—”

“I have,” Harley chimes in, very unexpectedly, making everyone’s head to him.

See, the thing is, Harley Keener is the least likely person in the whole room to have heard of what was most probably a military-grade, off-the-books project. Unlike Sam, Steve, Joaquin, and Bucky, he had no dealings with the government. And even less like Y/n, he doesn't have an underground network of people feeding him information from all over the world. So the fact that the kid is the only one who had heard of it is well… concerning. Hence, pretty understandable when Y/n asks—

“Legally?”

“...no,” Harley replies honestly.

“Great,” she remarks with a dead look in her eyes.

“When I heard about what happened I started looking into Ross for…” He cuts his defense off in the middle.

“For my motive,” she supplies with a knowing smile.

“You gave me a PPK on my birthday this year. Sue me for thinking you’re a little trigger happy,” Harley counters. And though his words are cutting, his tone is the one he uses every day to annoy the fuck out of Y/n.

And it seems to be working right now, cause then she replies with, “One, you’re the one who said you wanted to be like James Bond. And two, don’t tempt me, junior. Just tell us what you know.”

“I found mentions of it in a few of his correspondences. If it’s important enough for Zemo to torture you for it, then there must be more that I overlooked the first time—” he says as he walks over to the table in the corner of the room, next to the window. Looking back at Joaquin he asks, “Can I use your laptop?”

“Will it be legal?” Joaquin asks.

“...no,” Harley replies honestly.

“Then no,” Joaquin declines

“Come on, man!” Harley begs. “This is kinda serious.”

“Yeah, and I’ll get serious jail time for it. My network is not secure enough to dig into the late Secretary of State’s outbox,” Joaquin protests.

“He’s not wrong,” Sam chimes in.

“But we need to find out what Project Extinction is, or we’re flying blind,” Steve argues, stepping up to Sam.

As the four of them bicker back and forth, Bucky’s eyes stay fixed on Y/n, while hers are on her phone that just buzzed.

“Fuck, shit! Guys,” she calls out, pocketing her phone, having read whatever message she just got. "I've gotta get out of here, now. We’ve got incoming in 5.”

How does she always know this shit?

That gets everyone’s attention.

“How do you know that?” Harley asks, voicing Bucky’s thoughts, at the same time, Sam asks, “Where do we go?”

Sam’s question makes Y/n's actions halt.

“We?” She asks, hesitant.

“Yeah, we,” Sam reiterates, his voice soft.

And then she smiles.

Bucky’s heart is a little hurt right now. It’s cracked up from the fact that his girl is hurt, that his girl was tortured, and that his girl lied to him. But that smile, yeah. Bucky’s whipped for that smile. He’ll do absolutely anything for it.

“What about that safehouse you have in Newark?” Steve suggests, addressing Y/n.

“Can’t go there. Rocky knows about it,” she answers as she nods towards the bedroom, silently asking Joaquin to begin packing up the essentials. He obliges.

“Rocky?” Harley asks, confused.

“Rockwell, Pia Rockwell, the agent in charge of her case,” Sam tells him as he catches the duffle bag Joaquin throws at him, setting it on the table.

“More like the agent in charge of Sam’s heart,” Y/n quips, as she grabs a cloth and starts wiping down all the surfaces around her, trying to get rid of as many of her prints as she can. If they find her DNA, Joaquin could claim it to be days old, weeks even. But fresh fingerprints are easier to tell apart from old ones. Clever girl. She throws one at Bucky too, he catches it easily.

“That was—that was bad, never do that again,” Harley says with so much pain, it even makes Sam smile.

“Can we focus on where we’re going?” Steve cuts in, helping Sam fill the duffle bag with weapons Joaquin has hidden around the place.

“What are we doing next? We’ll figure out where to go based on that?” Joaquin offers, shoving some clothes into the bag.

“That’s the best we've got right now.,” Sam remarks. “What do we need to figure out what the hell this Project Extinction is?” He asks, looking at Harley.

Pulling out his phone, Harley begins tapping away. “I need a secure network that I can use to get into databases that I really shouldn’t be into. Or at least a server I can bootleg off of so we don’t get caught,” he tells him. “But my place won’t do. We saw cops heading there when Y/n and I were leaving.”

“We also need to get our hands on the CCTV footage,” she states, discarding the cloth. “Ross called out my name before he got shot.”

“How do you know that?” Sam asks. “I never told you.”

“Zemo,” she answers plainly.

Everyone’s faces morph into grim concern. There’s like a clock ticking over their fucking heads and even though it’s not real, Bucky thinks he can fucking hear it. They need to find a place, and more importantly, they need to find answers. There’s far too many unknown variables currently in this equation and they have no clue how to fucking solve for x.

But then an idea strikes.

To solve for x you start with what you do know.

“Why don’t we just break into Ross’s place?” Bucky suggests, brows cocked.

As he watches Y/n’s eyes glimmer with a hint of mischievous agreement, Sam protests loudly. “Dude! It’s a fucking crime scene. Not a goddamn park. We can’t just walk in.”

“Yes,” Bucky agrees. “...But we know someone who can,” he adds with a smirk.

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hiyaa i was wondering if you could write a hcs for how the Haikyu captains would react to finding out their s/o can rap. you don't have to do it if you don't want to and thank you in advance btw i loved your best friends to lovers hcs :)) <333

hey my love!! of course i can hehe, and you are most welcome mwah. i hope this is good enough!! also thank you so, so much that means the most ahhh <333

daichi sawamura; when a song comes on with like any rap verse and you start fucking destroying it, he kinda goes into momentary shock at first. his eyes kinda widen and he gapes, but then when he sees you get so into it he just leans back with an amazed smile as he watches you. very impressed, and so amused at the fact that you’re so good at it.

oikawa tōru; you can’t tell me oikawa doesn’t know the super bass rap intro by HEART lmfao. when it comes on and he sees you start to rap it with him he gets so into it with you. it makes him fall way deeper in love. genuinely so impressed whenever you’re like in the car w him and a rap comes on and you just annihilate it. he just wants to scream it makes him so giddy lmfao.

kuroo tetsurō; is so teasing about it. like when he first sees you do it he just raises a brow at first like “oh?” with that teasing smirk on his face. makes your face go all red but you don’t stop you just do it louder. he’s so impressed and finds it really attractive that you can do it tbh. always puts a rap song on whenever ur at a part or in the car just to show you off.

bokuto kōtarō; he is in. awe. of you. genuinely so fucking amazed he’s like HOLY SHIT YOU DO THAT SO WELL. it honestly gets you all flustered but he’s not even exaggerating he’s just seriously that amazed by you. hypes you up so much when you do it, especially at parties or when surrounded by other people like yeah !! that’s my s/o!!!

terushima yuuji; god. he finds it so hot. he’s like oh, say less 😏. begs you to do the inappropriate raps just so he can hear it from your lips tbh. yeah he’s pervy like that. but he’s also one to be very impressed, he just won’t show it. he’d be like “you just keep surprising me, angel,” but deep inside he wants to like cartwheel cause damn his s/o is so so so cool ahhhh he’s so lucky.

ushijima wakatoshi; so confused but ? he finds it endearing? like you’re so, so into it you can barely notice his expressions but he has the tiniest smile on his face he’s like trying to hold back a grin. it’s so nice to see you in your element like this and he wonders if that’s how you feel watching him play volleyball. it’s also like. so cute to him. like he just can’t resist the urge to give you the sweetest kiss afterwards.

kita shinsuke; (KITA EPISODE THIS WEEK KITA EPISODE EEEEEEE) when he first hears/sees you rapping, he stiffens up slightly and then a smile eases onto his face, and his eyes are super bright. he’s like oh my god, this is the best thing i have ever seen in my entire life. he’s like. so amused, that he starts to kinda laugh. really enamored by you, but holds it in and only reveals a sly smile. “i didn’t know you could do that,” he would say after, a flustered but steady smile on his face.

futakuchi kenji; definitely records you. outwardly he’s like yeah imma show this to them to like embarrass them later but. you’re actually so good there’s nothing embarrassing about it hvsjsjs. he won’t show that he’s impressed, and will be so fucking teasing about it. but you know better than that, being able to read past his sly smile. you just know that he finds it insanely attractive.

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hiswordsarekisses · 2 years

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“When you're reading your Bible and come across a text that you struggle with, this is normal. In fact, I believe it's intentional sometimes.

We usually pray and ask God for wisdom in these circumstances. At least I do! The first seven verses of Proverbs talk about the book's goal, which is to gain wisdom, of course, but also to understand the sayings of the wise and their riddles. (Proverbs 1:6)

Why would the wise talk to us in riddles? If they want us to be wise, why not just come out and say it to us directly? Because when something is expressed in this way, it requires our contemplation and analysis. We must think on it and research it. We must struggle with and think on it. In this way, we pull out of the text its meaning.

It's this process that produces profound change in us.

Even as parents, we know that experience is a better (and louder!) teacher than words at times. So next time you come across a scripture that you're striving to understand, consider this and the wisdom of the Holy Spirit to guide you. In my perspective, He's giving me the wisdom I asked for.”

(Brought to you by a great lecture by Dr. Thomas Howe.)

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scribeforchrist-blog · 9 months

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Urgent Care

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+Proverbs 6:6 Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+Luke 16:31 But Abraham said, ‘If they won’t listen to Moses and the prophets, they won’t be persuaded even if someone rises from the dead.’

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM NEEDING JESUS FOR URGENT CARE

I AM DESPERATE FOR JESUS

I AM LOOKING FOR JESUS

I AM IN LOVE WITH JESUS

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One time, it was this casino that opened up here, and everyone ran to it; so many played there, and I was in the world then, so even I went, and I won but nothing big, and when I went there, so many desperate people were there and some people weren’t so desperate they just came to see what was the fuss about they wanted to see was it all that they heard it would be. I went because I needed money. I was desperate, and when I won, I was ready to go home; my mother always said Lui, when you win, go home. Don’t be a fool and stay and lose what you won; that’s what she told us with anything, and if I didn’t listen to her at any time in my life in the world, I remember that.

Reflecting on this now, being saved, the desperation I had, and many others to hit it big was an urge I couldn’t shake ,and I’m quite sure this was what others felt as well, but I wonder if these same people or anyone have the urge to know Christ, that urgency to know him as their personal savior. A lot of people will say they are a Christian and, with that same mouth, cuss someone out and not think twice, but when we are walking in righteousness and living a holy life, we should worry about knowing Christ and having him in our heart, are you desperate to have him as a friend? Are you desperate to get home and praise him? Are you desperate to open your word up and learn??

Some of us need urgent care not only for our physical health but also for our spiritual health, and we need Christ to see about us ,in the days that he walked this earth; it was people who had a sense of urgency to know him, to be touched by him they didn’t care what they had to do they knew they need him, Luke 18: 38 So he began shouting, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

See, he shouted, he yelled, he screamed Jesus! Do you hear me? Jesus, have mercy on me. Have you ever closed your bedroom door stretched out on the floor and say JESUS TOUCH ME! JESUS I NEED YOU! JESUS, THIS WORLD HURTS. CAN YOU HEAR ME AND HEAL ME! Have you ever done such a thing as that? Because you need him so badly that you didn’t care how long you stayed there or who heard you ?! This man didn’t care; he needed urgent care!

Verse 39 Be quiet!” the people in front yelled at him.But he only shouted louder, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”

He shouted even louder because he knew if Jesus would hear him and Jesus could touch him, he would be alright. Sometimes, the care we need is so severe that we would become desperate, so desperate that we don’t think of anything else but THE RELIEF WE DESIRE . Are you desperate to hear his voice? Are you desperate to get to know him? Are you desperate to be near him?

In today's society, people are desperate for the next fix, the next drink; they are desperate for the latest item that Apple is selling or the next reality TV show to watch , but they aren’t desperate for urgent care on their souls, we need to start getting serious about our soul and our connection with God, one of the verses you hear a lot of people quote seek me first the kingdom of God and all this will be added to you! Are you seeking him? Or are you seeking him for what he can do & not what he can give you??

“Matthew 6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.”

Urgent care is something the sick need or the wounded need, but if we don’t start looking at Jesus for urgent care, we will forever be lost; we don’t have to be desperate for the things here on this earth, but we must be desperate to connect with our maker because that’s how we are going to make it to heaven! That’s how we are going to connect with him by setting things and people to the side. and worshipping him.

Luke 8:44 Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.

Luke 17:5 The apostles said to the Lord, “Increase our faith!”

This is just a couple of instance where people wanted more and needed him; they reached out they asked him because they urgently needed Jesus. Are you reaching, asking him to save you to direct you from what things you desperately need? He can be what you need if you would give yourself more to him!

***Today, don’t look for anything in this world to fulfill your desire for more! Don’t look at this world to take care of your urgent care. It was once a rich man that wanted Abraham to send Lazarus to give him a drink of water while he was in hell, but he couldn't; the rich man also wanted to send someone to warn his family of the place he was in, and Abraham looked at him and said” ‘If they won’t listen to Moses and the prophets, they won’t be persuaded even if someone rises from the dead.’”

We must start listening to the Holy Spirit when he speaks; Jesus is the only one who can save us from hell. Start connecting, start allowing the Holy Spirit to help with your urgent care in your life. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, please forgive us for not reaching out for you; please forgive us if we have been so desperate for the attention and things of this word! Lord, please forgive us for anything we haven’t mentioned; we ask you to be with us and change us for your will, father we want to live a life of righteousness and on fire for you! Lord, help us do that; help us to seek you first. Lord, we give you every flaw, every urge, every desire, and we ask right now that you help see us through; lord, we want you! Lord, give us strength in our sorrow or in our broken heart in Jesus' Name, Amen.

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+Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.

+Romans 10:13 For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved

+Acts 2:38 And Peter said to them, “Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit

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