#i gotta go to work in 45 minutes. pray for me

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

Telekinesis Pt 3

Slight Smut, Petty activity and Drama.

"I don't like your hardheaded ass but I love you all the same." Lexi rolls her eyes as she hugs you. She came over first thing in the morning with fresh pomegranate juice and avocado egg toast with chili oil from your favorite food spot.

"I love you too but you gotta chill. I am an adult, I am more than capable of making my own decisions. Even if you don't agree with them." You scold her. You couldn't imagine her not caring about you but you needed her to also not judge you for being human and a lovesick fool.

"I don't." She quickly responds and you purse your lips. "But I will try not to be too opinionated about that trifling hoe."

You laugh, knowing that was the best you were going to get from her. Lexi was beyond protective and it was something you matched 100%. She was your best friend, your other half.

"Full disclosure, Shuri and I are going to dinner tonight. As friends." You bite your lip as Lexi takes a deep breath.

"I'll pray for you." Lexi sighs, moving to your kitchen to rummage through your fridge. "You went grocery shopping without me?"

You scoff a laugh. Dylan had surprised you with impromptu Whole Foods groceries. She personally picked up your groceries when she got hers and dropped them off after leaving this morning before heading to work.

It was something that made you like her even more. She always did thoughtful things. Bringing you flowers, food, books she thought you'd enjoy, vinyl records of music you loved, essentials your home needed when you were running low.

She catered to you completely and that baffled you. How she could so easily do right by you without even being asked. It drove you crazy at times trying to rationalize why she cared for you so much.

"Dylan actually did it for me." You look at your hands. You didn't want to see any judgment from her, she was team Dylan from day one.

"Hmmmm." Is all she says, and I know it's meant to be as annoying as it sounds. She wants to point out just how good Dylan is for you, you know it.

"I need to go workout and do some work. I'll hit you later." You say, heading for your bedroom to get dressed for the gym.

Having skipped the gym and any actual physical activity in the past three days had you itching to get back to your routine. You couldn't stomach being lazy, it led to very unhealthy habits. You'd promised to never get big again and that meant moving a lot as you loved food.

The gym wasn't as packed as normal, so you found a corner and did your glute warm up. Once you were done and had stretched, you went to do the stair master for 15 minutes then started doing RDL's, Hip Thrusts, Sumó Squats and Deadlifts. By the time you'd gotten through your strength training, you moved on to the stair master for 45 minutes on a higher level than normal pushing yourself as punishment for skipping three days worth of workouts.

By the end of your workout you were a sweating, out of breath mess. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and stretched again to cool down before heading to take a cold shower to help your muscles after such an exhausting workout.

You had plenty of time before Shuri was set to pick you up so you decided to go shopping. You wanted something new, something to make her eat her heart. You needed the validation, you wanted the confirmation that you could bring her to her knees.

You walk into a high end boutique you'd heard of. Everyone knew of it, you'd never dared to step foot in the store. However you were feeling bold and petty, so you were ready for anything.

You stared at a few dresses before you found one that made you stop in your tracks. It was beyond gorgeous, sexy, a definite jaw dropper.

"Hello!" A bright voice says, breaking you from your gaze. You turned to see the short girl from the club. Miss Riri Williams.

You'd stalked Shuri enough to know this girl was a regular. No one had lasted as long as Miss Williams. Shuri was a love them and leave them type but for some reason she'd been linked to Miss Williams for six months.

"Hi." You reply, staring at her. You sized her up discreetly. She was pretty, it was obvious and that shook you to the core to admit.

"How can I help you today?" She says, her eyes widening a bit as she recognized you. You could tell by the way her eyes widened slightly.

"I'm looking for a dress for tonight." You take a deep breath. "I'd like that one." You gesture towards the dress you'd been staring at.

"Oh, ok...." She mutters, her eyes moving from you to the dress and then back. "What size?"

"10." You mumble. You felt uncomfortable at times with sizes and admitting them.

"Let me grab your size and I'll meet you in the dressing room. Did you see anything else you might want to try?" Riri asks.

"No, just the dress. I have the perfect shoes in mind." You assure her, before heading to where you see the dressing room.

While you wait for her to bring the dress your phone rings.

Incoming call - Lexi 🤞🏾

You rolled your eyes and sent it to voicemail as you pulled off your clothes. Stacking them neatly on the lounger. You stared in the mirror at your frame. You were thick, with a semi flat tummy.

You could see the glute pump from your workout as you turned slightly in the mirror. Your ass was a definite obsession for you. Coming from never having an ass to having a whole shelf was a huge confidence boost. You'd always been sensitive about having no booty, having no body that you would binge eat.

"Ok, I have--" Riri stopped talking as she walked in and saw you standing half naked on the small platform. Her eyes rolled over your frame. "Uhhhmmmm. I have the dress."

You smirk internally at the look on her face. Before taking your bra off and taking the dress from her to Slide over your head. The slinky dress hugged your every curve. It had slits in the sides that showed quite a bit of skin. You would definitely have to go sans panties.

"Are you going on a date?" Riri asks, clearing her throat. You knew she was uncomfortable and you were loving every minute of it.

"I'm not sure what to call it." You shrug as you turn to see yourself in the mirror at different angles.

"Well you look amazing." Riri compliments, and you could telll she meant it.

"Let's hope my ex thinks so too." You say, suggestively. A smirk on your lips, as you turned your gaze towards hers.

"You're meeting up with an ex?" She raised a brow. The connection was made and you could see the frustration in her eyes as she fought to remain professional.

"You know what they say 'Can't leave 'em alone' and all that." You joke, watching as she tensed slightly.

A few moments pass as you continue to stare blankly wanting her mind to conjure up the many possibilities of what could take place tonight. A small part of you felt bad knowing she'd done nothing to you to deserve any of your energy.

"I'll take the dress." You say, before slipping it off and getting dressed. You hand the dress over to her and watch as she heads for the counter.

"Have a good night." She says, her tone wavering. You had to give her credit, even though she was upset she was respectful.

As you paid and wished her a good night, you made sure to make one last comment to solidify trouble for Shuri.

"If she really appreciates what's underneath the dress, I'll definitely be back." You leave with a quick wave.

The moment your back home you quickly refresh yourself, have a smoothie to fill you up a bit and get ready while listening to music. Once you're finished getting ready, you snap a few pics and save them.

Hair (Minus headband) and Makeup

Your dress

"You look good.... like really good..." Shuri mutters, swallowing hard. As you open the door for her. You watch her, in a black blazer with no bra, giving hella peekaboo but classy and matching fitted wide leg pants and heels.

"I know." You say, mustering up every bit of confidence you can manage.

As you get into her sports car, she stares at you her eyes full of curiosity.

"Why did you go see Riri?"

"Why did I go shopping at your little girlfriend's job?" You snort, your eyes rolling. Noting the clench of her jaw. She hated when you did that.

"Y/n." She scolds.

"I wanted something to wear and I found it. This dress was made for me." You say, seductively as you crossed one leg over the other.

"You're something else." Shuri laughs, as she starts the car and drives off.

"Sorry if your girlfriend was offended by me giving her a pretty nice sized commission." You smirk. It was clear that Riri had ran to Shuri to either complain or accuse her.

"Not offended and she's not my girlfriend." Shuri shakes her head.

"Ah, I'm sorry. The girl you're fucking." You correct yourself, pulling your phone out. You were too bothered and that in itself told you that you shouldn't have come.

"Why do you care?" It made you angry at how easy Shuri could play anything off.

"I don't." Is all you said. The rest of the car ride was silent despite Shuri trying on several occasions to start a conversation.

When she pulled into the familiar neighborhood, you tensed. You'd thought she'd be taking you out, somewhere public. Yet here you were at her home, the familiar massive piece of scientific design in all it's glory.

Instead of saying anything you left the car not waiting for her to open your door like she'd done when she'd picked you up. You head straight for her front door that swung open the moment you touched the pad by the door.

She either kept your information in Griot's system or went back and added it after she'd talked to you. You stepped in, feeling the heat of her body behind you. Your eyes taking in the familiar decor.

There were quite a few new things to add to the old things since you'd last been there. The first time you'd come it looked very lonely and felt cold. This time it looked lived in, there were portraits of various times in Shuri's life with her family.

"You kept it." You say, looking at the biggest piece of artwork she had. You'd painted her mother.

"Or course I did." Shuri says, incredulously as if she could not believe the question.

"Your Home looks lived in..." You comment on the decor. Feeling strange in her private space after so long.

"Riri helped me decorate. She said it looked like a rental rather than a private residence." Shuri reluctantly admits. The comment angers you, knowing she let the girl have rule over her domain.

"She did a good job." You had to admit the girl had good taste.

"I had a chef come in and prepare your favorites, everything's on the warmer. If you'd like to go have it?" Shuri asks, and you nod as she leads the way to her dining room.

"What have you been up to?" Shuri inquires. You idly wondered if she ever checked up on you like you had her. As the two of you sit side by side, she pours wine for the both of you and fills the water glasses.

"Work, Gym, Lexi, and Dylan." You shrug. Your life was in a semi better place. You went out more, you traveled, you had fun with Dylan. Then of course there was the obsessive stalking Shuri's every move on social media.

"Is it serious, you and Dylan?" You could see how bothered she was by the way she said Dylan's name.

"I don't think that’s your business." You quickly shut that down.

"Yet Riri is yours?"

"Considering you lied to me about her... I'd say I'm right in keeping my private business just that; mine." You shrug.

“What lie?” Shuri looks confused.

“You said you’ve never fucked her but the two of you are pretty touchy. And the way Riri looked today, there’s no denying she’s your woman.” You grab the glass of wine and down it, feeling frustrated with the topic. You lean over a bit to grab the bottle to pour more.

“I’ve never fucked Riri.” Shuri raises a brow. “We’re close. I mean we’ve been dating but nothing has happened as it stands… We aren’t exclusive.”

“Love that for you.” The words like acid on your tongue. Now your visit to the boutique felt right. You hoped it shook the tiny girl to her core.

“Y/n…”

“What have you been up to?” You wave her off not wanting to be treated like a delicate flower. She had no reason yo apologize or try to coddle you. She wasn’t yours.

“Well lately I’ve been working on businesses that hire African Americans, trying to bridge the gap in the economy that’s screwed them over for so long.” Shuri grabs the plates of food off the warmer; placing one in front of her and the other in front of you.

“That’s really amazing.” You commend her, she was fulfilling her brother’s goals.

“I’m working on buying up land to make communities for black people only, as problematic as that sounds they deserve their own space free from outside interference constantly trying to bring them down systemically. They deserve protection and—“

Your phone rings, interrupting her and you bite your lip as you take it out of your bag.

Mi Sol 🧡

You look up at Shuri who’s face is blank. You give her an apologetic look as you answer the call, you’d told yourself you’d be more present and put in effort with Dylan and that meant taking her serious and making her a priority.

“Hey!” You greet her.

“Hi, mami.” She returns, her voice full of warmth. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Thank you baby.” You smile, compliments were something you enjoyed and compliments from Dylan were even better because she constantly hyped you up.

“I miss your beautiful smile, your luscious lips, your other lips…” She giggles and you realize she’s tipsy. She’s horny whenever she gets tipsy. More than normal.

“Baby…” You whine, as you think of the many good things that happen when she’s tipsy.

“Whaaaaaaat?” She says, innocently. “I can’t say how obsessed I am with my girlfriend? How she has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen? How I wanna taste said pretty pussy?”

“Lani…” You sigh, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was trying to get you to either come over or go back home. You had a feeling Lexi told her exactly who you were with.

“You know that thing I do with my tongue… that thing that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling into the back of your head?” She continues.

“Ay, mami…. No me jodas.” You pout, knowing she was purposely making you wet.

“Your bed is mighty lonely without you…” She says and you roll your eyes as she giggles again.

“Baby, I’ll be back soon.” You tell her.

“Hurry…. I know my pussy misses me.” Dylan declares and you cross your legs.

“I’ll be back soon.” You repeat before hanging up. You look at Shuri and your brows furrow at the look on her face. Her veins are showing in her face and her jaw is clenched.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Shuri mumbles. “I take it you have to leave?”

“Not right now. You were telling me about what you were doing.” You remind her, watching as she slowly loosens up.

“I don’t want to keep you from your girlfriend.” She snaps and you stare at her in surprise.

“Ok, then.” You nod to yourself before pushing your chair back and standing. Just as you’re about to walk off, Shuri’s quickly at your side with her hand clasping your wrist.

“Wait Sthandwa, I apologize. I was wrong to speak to you like that.” Shuri pleads, her eyes begging me to stay. I exhale, pulling my wrist from her hold.

“Seems we both care more than we should.” You point out, sitting back in your seat.

The rest of the dinner is tame. You both steer away from heavy conversations and focus on your career, and what you’ve both been doing to better yourselves physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The last one is shocking to you when Shuri admits she believes in the Ancestors now and the saying ‘Everything Happens For A Reason’

For the longest time she was so angry at everything. When she’d lost her family it’d seemed like she’d lost herself as well. Sitting and conversing with her as she reflected on how much she’d changed and matured over the years made you feel slightly envious that you couldn’t do that for her.

It went without saying that Riri was the one that helped her and that made you feel worthless. You’d tried when you were together to help her, to heal her, to be her peace and she seemed too combative against it. She warred with you when all you tried to do was make her smile, bring happiness into her life.

What did Riri do that was so different from what you tried to do? How was she able to awaken the loving Shuri you’d heard so much about and could barely get. What did she have that you didn’t? Sure she was a pretty girl and she had a skinny, tiny body but it couldn’t just be looks. Shuri had been with enough women that looks couldn’t be the factor.

“You deserve every piece of happiness you can find.” You sum up the strength to say, feeling guilty for the anger and jealousy that was stirring in you.

While it was clear Shuri had grown. It was even clearer that you hadn’t. You’d changed for sure. But it clearly wasn’t for the best.

#SoundCloud #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri smut #shuri x fem!reader #riri x you #shuri x black!reader #riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader

[cleostoohot]

🧚🏽‍♀️

Yea I’m doing it again starting tomorrow morning up until the 6 or the 7th

I’m just going to affirm regardless of anything I am living my desired life and continue to affirm how fast I manifest

My routine

- wake up and affirm for anywhere between 2 -45 minutes

Then affirm whenever I see the heart written on my wrist, whenever I’m infront of a mirror (specifically appearance related)

Flip opposing thoughts and remind myself that only my positive thoughts manifest and I have all the power and all things are possible to me. Also another thing I’ve been affirming, I remembered you told an anon that we all weren’t born under a lucky star but it made me be like hmmm maybe I should affirm I was and see what happens so I’ll be playing around with that affirmation. Ex: “ I was born under a lucky star so it’s no wonder things always work out in my favor” , “Everything always turns out perfectly for me because I was born under a lucky star” “I have everything i could possibly want because I was born with all the luck”.

Affirm throughout the day and then rant at night before bed and I read @itsravenbitch July posts affirmations multiple times in the morning and throughout the day if I need a pick me up.

Also don’t forget to tell yourself if you’re someone like me who overthinks a lot that you’re doing enough, you make the rules, you are in control, you are always manifesting right because you’re way is the right way

Also if I’m bored I start affirming like Yoda “everything want have I, Everything mine is”

At some point you just gotta get really sick and tired of the bs and want more for yourself and I know that through affirming and it doesn’t even have to be a lot I am getting everything I want.

Also anytime I feel like spiraling I just take a really deep breath or sigh and force myself to think the thoughts I want to think. I’m the words of my aunt “man is meant to rule things not things rule man” I take that to mean that i am in control of everything. Also my godmother said something this week that really inspired me to persist and while she was talking about Christianity and praying I was like hmm this is useful. She was talking to my brother and said we have to pray and even when we feel like it’s dumb nothings happening nothings going to come, why are we doing this, these are the moments you pray even more and you will get your answer. I took that as saturate your mind and persist and stand firm be stubborn have a backbone. This really helps me believe in the law because Christians believe that praying to God is what helps them through even I believe in God myself but yea so praying helps them right, why does praying help them because they believe that as long as they talk with God they’re prayers shall be answered and some might say well not all prayers are answered and my rebuttal would be a lot of Christians also have a belief that God gives his greatest battles to his strongest soldiers and prayer will guide them through their trials and tribulations. I know how you feel about long post Cleo but I just thought this was an interesting thought.

very nice plan👍🏽 your gonna get soo much success

[smilefortheflowers]

TW: COVID just gotta throw this into the blue void, ya know?

So I’ve had COVID for the last three days. my mom, father-in-law, my supervisor, and now my dad have it too, so go us. Luckily my husband has managed to avoid getting it, I’m praying we luck out(though I’ve basically been confining myself to the bedroom and wearing a mask anytime I leave it. Prayers that works) but hoo boy let me tell you I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone. I can name on one hand the times I’ve felt worse than I did Tuesday and Wednesday. Like is it a symptom on a list? You betcha I had it. Right now it’s the coughing, can’t get that shit to stop once I start

But like, that’s awful yeah but the most annoying thing now (since I’m on the upswing) is I’m just so tired. Did a few dishes? Need to lay down for two hours, went up the stairs more than once? Time to lay down for an hour! Oh you ate dinner? Ha bet you thought you were gonna do something, nope lay down time. Oooh you thought you were be on your computer? I’ll give ya...45 minutes take it or leave it.

And I mean I’ve dealt with chronic fatigue/chronic pain with varying levels of difficulty through my life, but with that I could mostly predict it. I know that when the weather changes in the spring and fall, they’ll be days I struggle I know that when I do to much in a day (work, housework, etc) I’m gonna feel it, and I’ve managed to be pretty successful. Sure some days I get it wrong or it’s too much despite my best efforts, but overall I’ve done a damn good job managing my life with it.

This shit? I can’t predict what’ll be to much. It’s infuriating, it’s frankly a bit boring, and fuck it’s exhausting. I am prayin this doesn’t become a long Covid thing cause…I’m stubborn but even I have my limits.

And I know this isn’t necessary for me to say (especially not with the people on my dash or who’d see this) but dear lord please get vaccinated and boosted and be sensible with the mask wearing. You don’t want this. Not everyone gets lucky with the mild symptoms they won’t pay for till they’re in the 60s. No, sometimes you feel like shit, and there’s little to do but wait it out and hope to hopes that your breathing that hard cause your congested and not because your about to have a medical emergency.

Okay, that’s it. Just had to get it out, thanks for reading if you did <3

#cw covid #covid 19 #tw illness #tw chronic pain #can’t really thing what else to tag but if I forgot something and you want me to tag it #just let me know and I can #I just need throw it out into the void ya know?

[dylansslutt]

#9. Why didn’t you say anything? J.J Maybank

You got off later than you were supposed to, it being 7:45. You were meant to be home by 5, but the wreck, got busy. You worked with your best friend Kie but she bailed tonight resulting in you being stuck on the floor by yourself.

Many kooks came out tonight, which led to you running back for more everything. Your feet ached and now you gotta walk back to your home, since John b ( your brother) decided he needed to keep the van tonight.

You’ve been walking for a few minutes, before a engine came from behind you. “Hey princess.” You turn your head locking eyes with Rafe. Who looks extremely fucked up, swerving down the road.

You kept walking, a fucked up rafe is not a good think. He was like king kook, straight prick. “Hey pogue, I’m talking to you.” His car door shuts.

You sigh, “what do you want rafe?” It’s been a shit day.

“What you doing walking alone?” He walks up to you making you step backwards. He reeked of alcohol.

“Are you serious? You stop me to ask why I’m walking alone?” You turn around to walk off but rafe grabs your arm, harsh.

“You don’t turn around when I ask you something. You show me fucking respect.” His grip tightens.

You try pulling away, “rafe, that hurts. You are fucked up right now, just let me go.”

He laughs, his other hand gripping your shoulder. “You don’t tel- tell me what I am. The fuck? Do you know who I am?”

You jerk away, “obviously since I just said your name. God damn rafe.” You dig your nails into his arm. “Let me go!”

Rafe stared into your eyes with a dark look. It was a battle as you try pushing and pulling away. You managed to loose his grasp but your feet stumbled, making you lose balance. Rafe now towering over you.

You scooted back, turning and jumping up on your feet. Rafe pulls your hair before you can get far. “You are a fucking dirty slut, y/n.” He held you in his embrace. Grip tight on your hair as he whispered in your ear.

At this point you were fucking terrified. Rafe only ever caught the boys, never you. Beside his comments when he could catch you alone for 5 minutes. This was dangerous. Rafes mad at something else and found a pogue to take it out on.

He laughs, body chuckling. “I heard the stories on you. The way you like to get dirty.” At this point the tears have already came down your face. You threw your head back into his nose. Him yelling out In pain, allowing you to escape and head straight to your home.

Once you reached it the lights were off and you let out a sigh of relief. Your wrist was going to be bruised and you cried on your way here. You prayed no one was up to talk to you.

The gods answered as you see everyone passed out in the living room. You made way to your room, not even bothering undressing just ready to go to sleep.

—

The next day you were not in the mood. Everything that happened kept flooding your mind. Your wrist was purple, and your skull ached at the tugs rafe gave it.

Everyone kept laughing and joking, you just sitting in your own bubble. You felt a kick at your leg, your boyfriend JJ staring at you with a confused look. You shrug him off with a “I’m fine.”

You sat there for 10 more minutes not saying a word before you head off into the house. Footsteps following behind you.

“What’s up with you?” JJ asked and you ignored him.

“Hello?! Y/n, what’s wrong?” He pestered again making you turn around and snap.

“Nothing! Just leave me alone Jay.” You turn around and sigh, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You were later yesterday. Like 5 hours late. And you’ve been distant and moody all fucking day.” He rants and you can’t keep quiet anymore.

JJ arms immediately holding you. “He was there. Ra-he-he was fucked, an-angry. I didn’t know what to do. He kept sa-saying things.” You tried getting out in-between sobs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He rubs your arm making you wince. You go to speak but jj already pulled out sleeve up. . “Who the fuck did this y/n?” His voice deepening.

You went quiet, scared what he might do. “Who. The fuck. Did this?” He questioned once more. “Rafe.” JJ jumped up heading straight out the house.

“Yo dude, where you going ?” You heard form outside making you race to follow.

“JJ stop! Please.” You hell but he doesn’t hear you, or does and ignored you and drove off.

You let out another sob. Someone grabs your arm making you jerk away. You see your brother looking down on you scared.

“Rafe attacked me last night, after work.” You finally confess to them. John b face hardens, anger radiating off him.

“JJ went to go find him.” You cry out, kie pulling you into a hug.

I WOULD SO DO A PART 2 IF ANYONE WOULD WANF ONE !! I really enjoyed ts , I see so many where jj wouldn’t storm off to fight em and I think jj would go beat ts outta him .

#jj imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank obx #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #obx rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #obx jj #obx #outer banks

[honeyhenry]

Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie​ is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours” 

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement. 

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.” 

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him. 

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit. 

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs  to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-” 

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

taglist: @ohmygoodie​ @michelehansel​ @la-cey​ @palaiasaurus64​ @sassy-pelican​ @brandycranby​

Masterlist

feedback / ask me a question here!!

#captain syverson x reader #captain syverson #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #dad!syverson #dad!sy #cavillary #my writing #syverson x reader

[lunaastoir]

Heyhey! May I request a childe x reader where the reader simps for him but he doesn’t know? Like what if she was online best friends with the tsaritsa but the reader doesn’t know the tsaritsa is the tsaritsa so she constantly simps for childe to her. Like “OMG HE’S SO CUTE.” AND STUFF LIKE THAT. So since she’s like besties with the tsaritsa the cry archon decides to set her up? Thank you :>>>>

AAAAA NONNIE holds your hands gently this is so cute i love it :,) 

genshin doesn’t have internet/technology but for the sake of this ask shhhhhh we’re gonna pretend they do

i hope i interpreted your ask correctly, if i didn’t just lmk <3 

crack, fluFF- LOTS OF IT???

the tsaritsa’s meddling

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

all you wanted were groceries. that was all you wanted. you were standing in line behind the stall as you counted the items you needed to get. salt, milk, sugar, fowl, what else? you were lost in thought as you prayed that you had enough mora to buy everything - god knows how hard eating is as an adventurer. which was why, when you dropped your precious mora, your mind immediately went into panic mode. not now, not now, please don’t let the line move, you begged internally. in hindsight maybe if your mora hadn’t dropped, maybe if you weren’t at your wits end as a broke adventurer, maybe if you had just bought those damn ingredients sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. as you breathed a sigh of relief after collecting your money and returned your gaze back to the stall, the only thing you could do was stare. where...did everyone go? instead of simply turning around and fleeing which should’ve been your first instinct considering how deserted the place was, you stood there trying to process the information. that was, until you saw a head of auburn hair peak up out of the stall. startled, you almost dropped your mora again. as the tuft of hair gave way to a very tall, handsome, blue eyed man, your brain short circuited. 

oh god how you wished you had run when you had the chance. you imagined you must have looked quite comical; mouth hanging slightly open, the list of ingredients fisted in your hands while mora was hanging precariously from your fingers. after what seemed like an eternity, the man seemed to finally notice you. 

“oh hey, you must not have noticed but this stall is sold out for the fatui” 

the sentence accompanied with his signature smile practically brought you to your knees. that smile? aimed at you? you would be surprised if you weren’t drooling. 

determined to not look like an absolute idiot you flashed him a smile of your own before saying, “sorry my bad, i must not have been paying attention” while doing what little you can to get some semblance of balance. tuck the mora here, try to balance your list more gracefully, move that piece of hair from your face. 

his eyes surveyed your undoubtedly disheveled appearance, before making a quick decision. 

“what items do you want, i’m sure i can spare a few ingredients for someone as pretty as you” 

one blink. another blink. did he just call you pretty? oh my- 

“oh no, it’s really ok, i can just get these later - it’s not that important anyway” you lied through your teeth. you needed those ingredients or you were most likely going to starve on the road but he didn’t need to know that. 

“don’t worry about it, as a harbinger i’m sure my subordinates can overlook a few missing ingredients” he smoothly said before gesturing you towards him. 

“i’m childe by the way, if you didn’t know” his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“y/n” you offered while handing him the list. 

as he looked over what you needed, you tried your best to keep your breathing steady while your mind raced. if you didn’t know? of course you knew who he was, who didn’t? you would know better than most considering how often you thirsted about him to your mutual. if anything, you should’ve been the one saying that line to him. as an adventurer, you tend to not spend much time in liyue harbor, chasing down ruin guards and running errands was how you would rather keep yourself busy. however, ever since you saw childe in liyue, sharing a pot of tea with zhongli of all people, you started swinging by the harbor more often. fascination was what kept you seeking him out wherever you went. you had heard about the infamous eleventh harbinger, supposedly the youngest of them, all while being quite easy on the eyes. you had brushed off all the talk you had heard to just that - talk. international affairs wasn’t something you cared for and if anything, seeing the fatui made you wary. however, your curiosity grew after seeing him whenever you were in town. you chalked up your eyes subconsciously seeking out his figure to the fact that he was just an interesting guy. nothing wrong with wondering about a peculiar fellow, right?  you went through excuses upon excuses until finally, you had concluded that perhaps, maybe, you had a little crush on him. tiny, you assured yourself. just a tiny crush on a very attractive man. 

that crush then trickled over to your time spent talking to your mutual. it started off with little hints of “oh there’s this guy i saw and i thought he was kinda cute” to full blown hysteria of “PLS SEND HELP HE LOOKED SO GOOD TODAY.” @cryogoddess definitely had a lot of patience putting up with your thirsts over a man she didn’t even have the name of. you felt horrible sometimes since more than half of your conversation was about the newest detail you had noticed about childe - however your protests on boring her were met with reassurances about how no, you weren’t boring her, and yes, this is the most lighthearted talk she’s had her entire day so please keep going. you weren’t exactly sure what this woman did, or even how old she was. all you knew was she was someone who was constantly stressed (maybe a fellow adventurer?) and she was quite honest (which you happened to appreciate). despite how busy she was, she seemed to always make time for your texts which made you feel like you could trust her with anything.

“is that all? do you need anything else?” childe’s voice interrupted your mental tirade as you owlishly looked at him. 

“oh! yes that’s fine thank you” you smiled before taking the bag from him. grabbing the mora, you rushed to hand out the correct amount before he stopped you. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s on the house” he laughed slightly before waving your mora away. 

it’s on the- excuse me? did he just give you all this for free? is this what fatui hospitality is like?  

rushing to close your mouth, you quickly recovered while slurring out a quick “thank you so much” before shouldering your bag. your brain was currently running on fumes and you were very sure that if you stayed there any longer you might just combust. 

“well, i’ll be off then, thank you again” you shot him another smile before quickly scurrying away. 

without turning back to look at his expression, you moved as fast as humanly possible while trying not to seem like you were about to jump out of your skin. you didn’t know what was more embarrassing, your thumping heart or the dopey smile on your face. there was no way you were ever going to get over this, not with the way he looked at you the entire time. sighing, you put your bag down near a bench and pulled out your phone. at least you had an update for your friend that consisted of something other than just mindless thirsts. 

your mind was still reeling over from what happened as you texted her with shaking hands. the reply was immediate: “wow, you finally got up the courage to talk to him huh.” you rolled your eyes playfully at her blunt message. “bY ACCIDENT- IT HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT,,, guess he couldn’t keep himself away from this sexiness 😩” another blunt reply: “right.” smiling softly, you responded: “thanks for hyping me up bestie i really appreciate it <3 ok but maybe childe and i belong together??? is this a sign from the archons???” you stared waiting for her reply, however you were met with a read 8:45 pm. you’re lucky i love you bestie, leaving me on read during my crisis you whispered to yourself as you shouldered your bag once again to head home. at least you won’t be starving tomorrow on your commissions. 

as soon as you entered your house, your phone lit up. “wait. as in childe, eleventh of the fatui harbingers, also known as tartaglia, feared by many on the battle field, currently stationed in liyue, major pain in the ass, and is currently ignoring some of his paperwork???” - @cryogoddess. your eyebrows furrowed as you read her message, “yes that’s him but why do you sound so freaked out and how do you know sm abt him?” another notification: “i can’t believe you’ve been thirsting to me abt CHILDE.” you: “KDJKSFJ YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY QUESTION - also??? i thought i told you his name did i not??? 😀” her: “no??? wow this definitely is...interesting” you: “BESTIE ANSWER MY QUESTION DO YOU KNOW HIM???” her: “i’ve gotta go, work is calling.” 

you sighed in frustration as you tossed your phone on your bed. why was she so freaked out? you weren’t dumb, you knew there was something she wasn’t telling you but you trusted her enough to know she’ll let you know if it was important. you wondered as you pulled the covers over your head, if you’ll meet childe in your dreams and if you do, hopefully, in a less embarrassing scenario. 

the next morning, you awoke to a barrage of texts from none other than @cryogoddess. they were all along the lines of you should go to bubu pharmacy and stock up on medication this evening (i heard they’re having a sale). you responded back with a maybe, if you had time today after your commissions and if xiangling didn’t stop by with some food. however, your mutual made you promise you would visit in the evening, even if it’s just for a few minutes. you gave in because a) you never could say no and b) she made it sound like it was urgent so maybe she was obsessed with medicine? hmmm you would have to figure out where she lived so you could send some to her. 

you walked toward bubu pharmacy while tiredly sheathing your weapon, loosely taking in your surroundings. kids playing near the pond, teenagers chatting at the steps, adults keeping a watchful eye over their kids while laughing about the day’s events. your eyes studied the sign outside of bubu pharmacy. sale? what sale? there doesn’t seem to be anything regarding a sale?

“y/n?” a mildly familiar voice called your name. you whipped around looking for whoever uttered those words before your eyes fell on none other than one blue eyed harbinger. he was holding a few silk flowers in his hand as he stared at you with a sheepish smile. 

“hi” you stuttered out. your mind was blank, what was happening? 

“oh sorry, these are for you. i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but i heard that you might be interested in me? you caught my eye at the stall yesterday, so i was wondering if you would want to grab lunch from the third-round knockout and then go watch the sunset at mt. tianheng? there’s this really cool trick i can do with my hydro vision where i can make the sunlight dance across the waypoint.” 

you stared at him as you wordlessly took the silk flowers from his hands. the golden light of the setting sun cast his face in a beautiful sheen, softly showing off the gentle blush on his cheeks and the brilliant blue of his eyes. his auburn hair seemed to grow alive at the touch of the fiery light and all you could do was stare. 

childe’s confidence seemed to wane with every passing second that you gazed at him, open mouthed, so he decided to save himself the embarrassment before hesitantly opening his own mouth. 

“yes, i would love to” you quickly said. you smiled gently up at him. 

“i would love to watch the sunset with you” 

you felt your cheeks burning up as you looked at him with soft eyes. when he returned your expression with a dazzling smile of your own, you could feel yourself relax. yes, your heart rate was off the chart right now, but you were content. the sunset, childe, and the silk flowers was something you never knew you needed, but were glad you got. you had enough time later to worry about the oncoming mortification of how he found out you liked him. 

a single notification appeared in your phone as the two of you walked laughing towards the mountain. 

“you’re welcome <3″

BONUS: 

“i know i’m too sexy for you to not fall in love with me” childe sighed dramatically as he leaned against you for support as the two of you went up the stairs. 

you promptly rolled your eyes and pushed him down the steps as you walked ahead with his protests falling on deaf ears. 

#BYE I FORGOT TAGS KAJDHDHS #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin childe #tartaglia x reader #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #genshin impact childe #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin crack

[givemeweasley]

First Things First pt. 3

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: angst to fluff no worries only happy endings here (this is also the last part)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! I put a lot of research into it even for smaller details about Ilvermorny or even the Gryffindor password to make sure it was all correct. Also for the last section I listened to Heart by Sleeping At Last (highly recommend)! Please let me know what you thought and I’m also taking requests :)

First Things First pt. 1, First Things First pt. 2

-----

You remembered the first time you made up-

You were miserable. There was no easy way to put it. In the week leading up to the ball you’d been eating your meals in the kitchens, studying for next semester in the kitchens, really just spending every free second in the kitchens since classes had finished. And sitting alone. Even herbology. You’d made a point to quietly sit on the other side of the classroom and not look at him even in the slightest.

The week leading up to the ball felt like a year. It only seemed longer when you overheard the house elves talking about who was going with who.

“I heard Mr.Potter is going with that Ms.Patil.” One of them whispered.

“Parvati or Padma?”

“Parvati.”

The whispering continued until one name caught your attention. You didn’t dare glance up, you could feel the house elves lower their voices and glance at you.

“The eldest Weasley twin is going with,” their voices lowered even more. You leaned forward a fraction, tilting your head in their direction. “Angelina Johnson.”

“They’ll be a right handsome couple.”

At that comment you heard a few house elves immediately fuss and shush the house elf who said it, but it was too late. You’d already heard. They were right. For what seemed like the millionth time in that week, your eyes welled up with tears.

Godric. You were so tired of crying. So tired of feeling guilty and angry at the same time. So tired of missing your friends.

You hated England. You hated Hogwarts. You hated these stupid kitchens and these stupid dungeons. You hated Yule balls especially. How simple everything would’ve been if the ball hadn't existed.

Maybe you could’ve spent your life pretending you never kissed him.

But you knew better. The kiss was never far from the front of your mind. Even if the memory now only brought pain.

Fred was right. You could’ve asked him. Why didn’t you?

You buried your head in your hands uncontrollably sobbing. You called him a coward. The only coward between the two of you, was you. He was better off with Angelina. She was incredible and they had so much in common. You could already see their wedding in your head.

It only made you cry more.

“Look what you did!” You vaguely heard one of the house elves whisper angrily. There was some shuffling around and pots clattering about before you felt the tap of a long finger against your elbow.

“Ms.Y/L/N?”

You looked down to see Jippy. His ears were flopped over, his wide eyes looking up at you kindly with a blue box in his hands. A white bow wrapped around it.

You unfurled yourself from the seat, your limbs achy and in desperate need of a stretch. “What’s this?” You asked taking the box from Jippys hands.

He nervously glanced back at the house elves behind him. They were all smiling broadly looking from the present in your hands to your face. Finally, he seemed to build up enough courage to say what he needed.

“Well, Ms. Y/L/N, we all noticed you’ve spent your entire week in here and-”

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You grimaced. They had probably needed alone time from humans and you’d done nothing but intrude on their continued generosity.

“No! No! That’s not it at all! We just knew that you hadn’t gone out to Hogsmeade to pick out a dress so we wanted to do something for you.” Jippy said, twisting his foot on the floor. But his smile widened as he glanced at the present. “Happy Christmas.”

The tears already in your eyes spilled down your cheeks. You had completely forgotten about purchasing a dress for the ball. Hastily, you wiped the tears from your cheeks before pulling the ribbon gently off the box. You lifted the blue lid.

Inside was the most stunning fabric you’d ever seen. It glittered silver reflecting off every light in the room. You gripped the shoulders of the gown and lifted to see the entirety of it.

Jippy poked his head into your field of vision. “Do you like it?”

As gently as possible, you folded the gown back into the box. You made a point to look at every single house elf in the room. “I love it. Thank you.”

Cheers rang out through the kitchens. For the first time in weeks, you laughed. Heartily. Until, you realized what Jippy said. You whipped your head to him.

“Christmas?”

Jippy froze, furrowing his brow. “Yes ma’am. It’s Christmas.”

Your eyes widened before lifting them to the grand clock on the wall.

7:03

You leapt up out of the chair causing Jippy to startle backwards. You reached your hand out to steady him before him fell. “I’ve gotta go! Adrians coming to get me at 7:45! Thanks again you guys!” You yelled over your shoulder, box in hand as you ran to the portrait.

Shouts of ‘good luck’ and ‘Happy Christmas’ rang out over your shoulder as the portrait shut behind you. Without thinking, you barreled towards the staircase hauling ass to Gryffindor tower. You were on the bottom floor, Gryffindor tower on the seventh. It would take you at least ten minutes to get there. Still, you ran up the stairs no matter how much your legs ached. You’d be damned if the beautiful dress in the box went to waste.

Finally, you halted to a stop in front of the Fat Lady. “Balderdash!” You huffed out, still catching your breath.

“Running from something, dear?” The Fat Lady asked as she swung open.

You didn’t take the time to answer. You shot into the common room and up the stairs trying not to notice several people lounging around already dressed for the ball. You did however slow enough to check the time on the clock over the mantlepiece.

7:16

Shit. Using the banister as leverage, you half pulled half leapt your way up the stairs to the girls dormitory. Not even bothering to head to your dorm, you swept into the nearest empty bathroom. Clothes came off your body faster than they ever had before. You wasted not a moment before hopping in the shower. If life had seemed slow these past weeks, it seemed to be catching up with you in the span of ten minutes.

Jumping out of the shower, you toweled off and threw your hair into the towel swinging it atop your head. You wrapped another towel around your body and grabbed your clothes and the blue box that was sitting safely on the counter.

You ducked into your dorm throwing your old clothes onto your dresser and gently sitting the box on your bed. Angelina and Alicia were nowhere to be seen. It made your heart hurt worse than you anticipated, therefore you tried to ignore it.

You threw on your undergarments and with a drying spell, dried your hair. With a few quick succinct movements and charms your hair was done. You examined your work in the mirror with satisfaction. Your hair fell perfectly around your face, a few well placed spells had made it seem like tiny stars were intertwined within it. You then brushed on some mascara and lipgloss, rubbing your lips together a few times.

Finally, you turned to the blue box still sitting peacefully on your bed. You lifted the cover once more, the dress looking even more beautiful at second glance.

Your fingers gripped the shoulders, pulling the entirety of the dress from the box. It glided along the edges before the bottom of the gown hit the floor. Trying not to stare at it too long, knowing you had limited time, you walked to the mirror and slipped into the shimmering gown.

The only thing about being alone meant you had to perform a summoning charm to pull the zipped from the bottom of the dress and into your hand which rested at the top of the track.

But the dress fit you perfectly. The transparent glittering sleeves continued down to your wrists. The neck dipped softly down your chest, not revealing too much but enough to compliment your skin tone. The waist cinched in just the right spot before softly flaring out. The material moved like water as you twisted. It brushed the floor gently before pooling at your feet. You looked more beautiful than you remembered ever looking.

Shaking your head, you checked the clock behind you.

7:45

Quickly, you pulled on a pair of black heels before taking one last glance at the mirror. As beautiful as you looked, something was missing.

You glanced at your dresser before grabbing it. You pulled it over your head doing your best not to mess up your hair and then tucked the pendant in the bodice of your gown. The fireworks heating up the valley of your chest.

You carefully made your way down the steps of the dorm, focused on the steps before you. It was rare you wore heels and you weren’t quite perfect at walking in them. You gripped the banister tightly praying you wouldn’t fall. So when your heel finally hit the floor of the common room, you let out a breath.

The common room was empty except for a few of the younger Gryffindors who weren’t allowed to go to the ball. You tried to ignore the few gasps and looks you felt as you crossed the room to the portrait.

You pushed it open half expecting the corridor to be empty. That you had accepted Adrian over Fred just to be stood up. It would serve you right.

But Adrian was standing there in his dress robes, leaning against the opposite wall of the portrait.

You stepped towards him, the lights of the hall dancing off your dress and the glitter in your hair. “You know I never asked how you knew where the Gryffindor dorms were.” You spoke up causing him to look up from where he was pulling at a string on his robes.

Adrian jerked to a standing. “You look beautiful.”

You are magnificent. Breathtakingly beautiful.

You blinked and Fred was gone. “Thank you.”

Adrian stepped forward, offering his arm. “Shall we, milady?”

A small laugh left your lips. “We shall.”

The walk to the Great Hall was pleasant. Adrian was a gentleman who asked all about your classes and what you got for Christmas. His arm was also a blessing considering the several flights of stairs you had to descend to get to the Great Hall. But he was slow, making sure to assist you when you needed.

The Great Hall was stunning. Barely recognizable. The walls glittered with ice and sculptures. Lights were floating around that looked like snowflakes. There were tables scattered around with frozen centerpieces. Some were flowers, others were elaborate carvings. There was music quietly playing while students shuffled into the fold. Adrian led you to a table that was typically on the Slytherin side of the Great Hall. He pulled out your chair for you and you graciously sat.

Adrian sat beside you and smiled widely. The room was stunning. Your eyes were bouncing from wall to wall, decoration to decoration, trying to absorb every inch of the beauty. You felt starstruck.

And then Draco Malfoy sat next to you. Followed by Pansy Parkinson. Your shoulders tensed as Draco smiled evilly.

“Well isn’t this a treat?” He said smiling broadly, looking you over. He leaned in close til his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “You look simply ravishing.” He pulled back smirking.

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Adrian rolled his eyes after taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. “Not tonight.” It was then that Lucian Bole and his date Patricia Stimpson sat down. It was at that moment you realized you were a Gryffindor sitting at a completely Slytherin table. You tried not to show a sliver of fear. You had a feeling they could sense it like blood in the water.

“So you actually got the American Gryffindor to come with you, Pucey.” Bole leaned back in his chair smirking, throwing an arm around the back of Patricia’s chair.

“I did.” Adrian smiled back at him.

You leaned forward trying to reign in your slowly building irritation. “My name is Y/N.” A tight smile lifted your lips.

Bole shrugged. “I know.”

“I think it’s a rather ugly name if you ask me.” Pansy spoke up. You were surprised it had taken her that long to insert herself in the conversation.

“Good thing nobody-”

“I think Dumbledore’s about to announce dinner!” Adrian spoke up over you. You glared at him, but he was already looking over at Dumbledore.

“He agrees with me, you know.” Pansy whispered just loud enough for you and Draco, who was sitting between you, to hear. You tried not to think about how much you wanted to smother her.

Draco smirked widely looking at your fuming face. You sucked in a breath, relaxing yourself. Your hand subconsciously reached for the pendant at your chest, still hidden by your gown. It calmed you just a fraction before you turned to face Dumbledore. Maybe if you ignored them they would be quiet.

You’d tuned in just in time for Dumbledore to announce dinner and how to get food to your plate. You put in your order and waited only a second before it appeared on the plate.

You desperately tried to eat your food in peace, but all you could hear was the sly snickers of Pansy and Draco paired with the constant Quidditch talk from Bole and Adrian. You had briefly attempted conversation with Patricia, but she gave you a disgusted once over before turning back to her food. If that hadn’t been a clear message about how she felt about a Gryffindor being at a Slytherin table, you weren’t sure what would.

You just picked at your food while watching the lights float around trying not to glance at the flashes of red you saw throughout the hall. You wondered what Angelina was wearing. What Fred was wearing. If they’d coordinated. If he’d held her hand while they descended the stairs. If he caught her when she stumbled. Maybe even kissed her because he couldn’t help it, she just looked so beautiful.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

“What did your plate do to you, Y/L/N?” Draco laughed loudly. You furrowed your eyebrows before seeing the knife in your hand completely stuck through the plate. You let go of the knife, pushing the broken plate and knife away from you. You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks unwillingly.

You pushed your chair back, turning to Adrian.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” Adrian vaguely nodded continuing his conversation with Bole about the potential of increasing the weight of bludgers. You rolled your eyes as you stood and walked away.

“Awh, poor American mudblood probably peed herself too.” Pansy snickered from behind you.

Frustration built in your chest. This night, one that so long ago you were dreaming about, was turning out to be the most miserable you’d spent at Hogwarts yet.

You slipped out the doors of the Great Hall making your way to the furthest bathroom on the first floor hoping the walk would give you a minute to breathe. You shoved the bathroom door open angrily hearing it fall shut behind you.

Your hands gripped the edges of the sink as you stared into the mirror. Your mascara still looked pristine. Your lipgloss was still perfect. Your hair still spun up with the glitter still sparkling. You looked great.

So why did you feel so awful?

Enough with the pity party. Go out there and enjoy the dance, if only to show off the dress the house elves made you.

You shook your head and once again pressed your hand to the pendant still situated warmly against your chest.

Your heart ached for him.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you took a deep breath. You didn’t, however, expect someone to be waiting for the bathroom.

“Oh I’m so-”

Fred.

He was leaning against the wall looking down at his shoes, until you spoke up. He was wearing his black dress robes with a nice white button down and a black tie tucked underneath a burnt orange vest. His eyes lifted as he stood up straight. His brown eyes seemed to stare straight into your soul.

You began to take a step towards him when you realized you hadn’t spoken since your fight. Your arms seemed to wrap themselves around you of their own accord. Your eyes fell away from his, unable to keep his strong gaze. You simply stepped out of the way of the door to the single stall bathroom.

“It’s-um let me get out of your way.” You mumbled beginning to pass him.

But the softest touch brushed your forearm. “Wait.” The word was whispered. “Please wait.”

You stopped but didn’t dare turn around. You didn’t have the courage too.

I’m the coward. You so desperately wanted to say.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” The fingers still barely touching you began to curl around your wrist. Soft as a feather he pulled your wrist forcing you to turn to face him. You kept your eyes on the ground. The cobblestone underneath your feet had never been more interesting. “Please look at me.” His voice sounded desperate. But when you still didn’t comply his finger lifted to tilt your chin.

Finally your eyes met his. Tears in yours and pain in his.

“I’m sor-”

But your voice had finally found you. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Fred.” Your chest felt a fraction lighter at the release of the words that had been weighing on you for weeks. “You were right. I got mad at you for not doing something that I wasn’t even willing to do. That’s not fair.” Your voice choked. “You’re not the coward, I am.”

Fred's hand slid up to cup your cheek, and you couldn’t help but to lean into it. “We’re both cowards then.” His thumb brushed away a runaway tear. “I should’ve asked you. I should’ve brought up the kiss before Adrian asked you first. But I was scared that what happened in the Trophy Room was a result of you being vulnerable and needing comfort. That I had taken advantage of your hurting. I was scared to face the rejection that would’ve come if I asked you and you admitted that’s all it was.”

“Fred, do you want to know what the boggart said before you started to hear it?”

Fred furrowed his brows. “What does that have-”

“It told me that you- that it-  would never love me. That I wasn’t worthy of its affection.”

which was also the first time you said it.

“Fred, I’m so in love with you.” Your hands lifted to rest on his chest, gripping his shirt. “I have loved you since the day I was sitting at the breakfast table reading my letters from my friends and you suggested buying them gifts at Hogsmeade. I love every dumb joke you tell me in the middle of class when I’m trying to take notes.” One of your hands made your way to brush a bit of hair out of his face. “I love every smile you give me. I love every time you throw fruit at me at breakfast just to test my reflexes. I love the way you sing and dance when you’re drunk after a winning Quidditch match. I love you, Fred Weasley. All of you.”

Your heart was pounding. You had just spilled your soul out to him and more than anything you needed him to say something.

But he didn’t. Instead his fingers left your face and drifted down your neck. The trail of his touch sent shivers running through your body. Finally his touch rested on your collarbone.

“Fred?” You whispered desperately searching his eyes. But his gaze dropped down to your neck. Before you could say anything else, his fingers dipped underneath the chain resting on your neck. With a gentle tug, the necklace was slowly lifted from underneath your dress. His fingers slid down the chain until they clutched the pendant.

Fred softly cleared his throat.

“I saw this through the window of Gladrags Wizardwear. It was resting on the neck of a mannequin. I ran inside and asked to know how much it was despite probably being absurdly expensive and knowing me and George were saving for the shop. The clerk that day leaned down on the counter and asked me to go grab it. When I got back with it he asked me what I saw inside the pendant. I was confused but I told him I saw a Wampus running around within it.” Fred’s hand reached up tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “He asked me who it was for and why I wanted it. So I told him it would be for you because your house at Ilvermorny was Wampus- and he cut me off. Said I could have it free of charge under one condition.”

“What was it?” You asked breathlessly.

“He told me to ask you what you saw. He said the necklace was like Amortentia but instead of smell it showed you something that reminds you of the person you love. Y/N, I love you. I think I loved you from the moment you doubted whether I was good at Quidditch. I can’t get you out of my head. Seeing you cry that night in the Trophy Room because of words you thought I was saying to you broke a piece of me. These last few weeks have been hell without you. I’m so mad for you, ‘Merica, that I can’t stand it.”

Then he kissed you.

It was just as amazing, if not better, than the last one.

Your lips pressed together as if they were never meant to be apart. You reached up, gripping the back of his neck pulling him closer. Fred’s arms wound their way around your waist tightening until your bodies were flush together. Every corner of your body was in tune with his. Every movement of your lips together felt like breathing again.

So much so that you almost forgot you had to. You pulled back sucking in the air. Both of you panting. You licked your lips tasting him. That thought alone almost sent your lips back onto his. He seemed to have the same thought as his mouth descended. But you stuck your hand between you, pressing against his mouth.

“Wait. I need to tell-” You panted. “I need to tell you what I see.” Your hand left his mouth as you reached between the two of you to grab the pendant. You lifted it to your eyes watching as the fireworks exploded before your eyes in the same shade of red as Fred's hair. You looked back up at him, a small smile on your face.

“I see fireworks, Fred.”

-----

Lastly, you remembered the first and last time you said I do.

You thought the NEWTs were stressful, they had nothing on the feeling rolling through your gut that day. You paced the floor, already dressed in a stunning white gown that accentuated every part of your body. Yet, so many things could go wrong in the span of an hour. So what your hair was done? So what your makeup was complete? Who cared that you were already at the venue and you had personally seen to that everything looked perfect? What if the officiant didn’t make it? What if you fell while walking down the aisle? What if the groom didn’t show up-

“Y/N!” Ginny yelled, halting you in your tracks. “If you pace anymore you’re going to wear a hole in the rug.”

You squeezed your fingers before nodding and gently sitting down taking care not to wrinkle your gown.

“I’m just nervous.” You sighed trying hard not to reach up and fiddle with your hair.

“About what?” Angelina laughed, leaning on the doorframe in her bridesmaids gown. “Fred is stupidly mad for you. Hell would freeze before he would let anything go wrong. Besides what matters most is at the end of that aisle. Not me, Ginny, Iris, Louisa, Hermione, or any of us really.”

Iris nodded. “She’s right you know.”

“I know. I just- I can’t help but feel like this isn’t real. And something is going to take it all away from me any moment.” You weren’t sure if it was the raw break in your voice that rendered the room silent or if it was the reminder of Fred’s near death nearly a year ago.

Ginny stood up abruptly. “Alright everybody out.” She waved them out of the room despite the protests.

You furrowed your brow preparing to ask what she was doing, but she beat you to it.

“I’m going to get Fred.”

“But-”

“I’ll close the door so he can’t see you. And under no circumstances is he to come inside.” She smirked. “I want to see him cry when he sees you walking down the aisle.”

And with that she shut the door behind her. The thought of Fred being so near made you equal parts more nervous and more relaxed. Your hand smoothed out your dress, trying to keep yourself busy in anticipation. You didn’t have to wait long.

A knock sounded on the door. You leapt up trying not to run to the door.

“Y/N?” Fred’s voice filtered through the door. You pressed your hands on the door, wanting nothing more than to open it and throw yourself in his arms. But you agreed with Ginny. You wanted him to first see you when you walked down the aisle on the way to becoming his wife. “Y/N? You in there?”

“Yeah.” You replied.

“Ginny told me you were nervous.” His voice had a slight wobble to it that made you respond immediately.

“It has nothing to do with you!” You hesitated. “That’s a lie.”

“Are you afraid I’ll leave you?”

The words sat on your chest heavily. “Not willingly.” You whispered. The memory of seeing him almost die underneath the weight of an entire wall would be forever seared behind your eyes.

“Can I open the door?” Fred whispered back.

“You can’t come in.”

“I won’t.”

The door pushed inwards and after opening about six inches, a hand stuck through the crack. “Give me your hand, love.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you placed your left hand in his. You felt his hand tug your upwards. His lips pressed against your knuckles, kissing them gently.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not even death will stop me from marrying you. I’ve been hoping for this day since-” A laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “Since that moment in the Trophy Room.” Fred lowered his voice a fraction and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I’m sorry you had to see that, but I promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have to see anything like that again.”

You blinked away the image of him underneath the rubble. Thanking every force of nature that he was alive and was about to become your husband.

Your fingers reached out and cupped his face rubbing your thumb over his clean shaven cheek. “I love you, Fred.”

“I love you back, Y/N.” He shifted your hand until it rested over his lips and then pressed another kiss onto your palm.

And then he sucked your thumb into his mouth.

“I also can’t wait until tonight when I can peel that dress-”

“Alright!!” Ginny shouted. “Time’s up!”

You jerked your hand back inside hearing Fred groan from the other side of the door. “Five more minutes, Ginny!”

“Are you joking me right now? You’re about to be with her for the rest of your life, you can wait-” she paused, “thirty more minutes.”

“But-”

“Shoo!” Fred’s groan followed him all the way down the hall.

You stepped back from the door right in time for Ginny and the rest of your bridesmaid to come strolling in.

The next twenty minutes passed pretty quickly. Touching up your makeup, checking to see if anything had been missed, and just talking with your best friends. As much fun as you were having talking with your friends, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t vibrating with excitement when Ginny checked her watch and stood smiling broadly.

“It’s time!”

“Yes!” Louisa shouted, pumping her fist into the air. Ginny, Louisa, Hermione and Angelina all walked out of the room grabbing their bouquets. Iris handed you yours before walking with you out of the room.

“How you feel, kid?” Iris whispered. You looked at your best friend. A genuine smile on the  lips of someone who saved smiling for when the occasion was truly deserving.

“Happy.” You squeezed her arm gently. “So incredibly happy.”

“Well then let’s get you married.” Iris leaned over pressing a kiss onto your cheek, before handing you to your father. Hermione had been paired with Ron, Louisa with Lee, Ginny with Harry, Angelina with Danny, and finally Iris with George with your flower girl being Bill and Fleurs baby girl who was being carried by her mother.

When the doors opened, one by one you watched your friends disappear through them. Your heart felt as if it was about to jump out of your chest and run down the aisle without you. But your fathers hand on your arm settled you just a bit.

“You ready?” He already had tears in his eyes. You nodded before wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “Fred’s a good man. I wouldn’t let you go for anyone less.”

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

And then the music started. He held his arm out and you wound your own around it as you stepped to the doorway.

And saw Fred standing at the end of the aisle.

A smile lit up your face. Your father led you forward, but you ached to ditch the slow pace and sprint to the man who waited for you at the end. With each step, a memory of the two of you flashed before your eyes. Every kiss, every laugh, every touch, every smile, every tear, every moment.

You knew you should’ve at least acknowledged the other people who were standing in the room, but you knew it would cause you physical pain to pull your eyes from the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in your life. A man who was crying wearing his simple black tux. He was still smiling but the tears were slipping down his face softly and onto the floor.

Finally, you and your father reached the end of the aisle. You barely noticed your father giving him your hand or Iris taking your bouquet from your hands, all you felt was Fred. You reached up wiping the tears from his eyes, like he had done for you so many times.

“We are gathered here today…” But the officiant's voice drowned out as you stared at Fred. Your eyes flickered down to his lips as he mouthed a sentence. You are breathtakingly beautiful.

You mouthed back, not caring if anyone saw. So are you.

“I believe you two have prepared your own vows?” You and Fred both nodded. One of Fred's hands left yours as they reached into his pocket to pull out a sheet of paper. He unfolded it one handed before glancing back up at you. Then George tapped him on the shoulder handing him something else. Fred smiled, you could tell he had forgotten.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I wasn’t even sure where to begin these vows. There is so much I want to give you, so much I want to do with you. Ever since I saw you all those years ago, I knew I wanted you to be a part of my life forever.” He took a deep breath, glancing down at you. “You are my entire world. Being next to you makes me breathless. I am so madly in love with you.” His hand tightened around yours. “I want to be with you when you’re happy, when you’re hurting, when you’re angry, when you’re excited, when you’re perfectly healthy, and when you’re sick. I want to be with you when you accomplish the big things and when you fail. I want to be with you when you love me and even when you hate me. I want to be with you even if some enchantment turns half of you into a giant squid.” A small giggle slipped past your lips thinking back to one of Fred’s failed products taste tests. “I want to have children with you and make a family. I want to grow old with you. I just want to be with you in whatever way you’ll take me, love. I can promise that much.”

The tears in your eyes were spilling in waves now. Fred reached up wiping a few of them away before slipping the wedding band on your finger.

For the first time since you had seen him, you turned away to face Iris who was standing behind you. Her hand was already outstretched holding the sheet of paper holding your vows and his ring. You mouthed thank you before turning back to your fiancé. The paper had already been unfolded, so you began to read.

“You are-” you glanced back up at the man who was about to become your husband. You dropped the paper and grabbed the hand you were forced to drop in order to hold your written vows. You stepped a fraction of an inch closer to him. “You are magnificent.” Fred’s smile wobbled at that. “You are all that I could have ever dreamed up. You are handsome, kind, brilliant, loyal, loving, gentle, and best of all hilarious. Whenever I’m around you every single one of my worries just melts away. You are my solid ground, my anchor. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to live without you-” Your voice broke off, but Fred’s fingers massaged your own steadying you. “I never want to remember. Fred Weasley, if you’ll have me, I will spend my last breath making sure you’re happy. You are the man I love and also my best friend. And I love you more than I have words to express.” And then you slid the ring on his finger, your hands shaking the entire time.

“I now declare you bonded for life!” The officiant said. “You may kiss the bride!”

Fred’s arms wound around you like they had done a thousand times before, while yours stretched up around his neck pulling him down to you. Your lips collided somewhere in the center, molding themselves to each other. You vaguely heard shouts and cheers ring out. It was then that you realized you were kissing your husband. You were married. To Fred Weasley.

Fred pulled back just enough to speak. “Mrs. Weasley.”

You giggled. “Mr. Weasley.”

And then his mouth was back on yours again as you laughed against his lips.

-----

“The end.” You whispered, running your hands through his hair. You began to stand when a tiny hand grabbed your finger.

“What happens after the end?” The tired voice of your child called. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his small forehead. You glanced up at Fred who was leaning against the doorframe, silhouetted by the light from the hall. It was him who answered your son, but his eyes were on you.

“They lived happily ever after.”

Taglist: @huffledor-able541​ @asuperconfusedgirl​ @daddystevee​

let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

#Fred Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley fic #Fred Weasley imagine #George weasley #harry potter #Harry Potter fic #hogwarts #ilvermorny #fw #x reader

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet- chapter 8: detention

All chapters

chapter 7

Before I knew it was 7:50 and I needed to hurry to Snape's classroom, I excused myself from the table before everyone else began to head to their dormitories. I practically sprinted down the hallways to the dungeons so I could make it on time. I got to his door at 7:57 and took a deep breath. I waited til my breath caught up to itself and gently knocked twice on the door. After about 30 seconds of silence I went to knock again but heard Snape mutter a "Come in" and slowly opened the door and stepped in closing it behind me. I noticed I was all alone and that made me even more afraid. "Hi professor im here for my detention.'' I said fiddling with my fingers as I stood awkwardly in the room. "Obviously" he said as he kept looking down at the papers he was grading.

After about a minute or two of standing there I grew tired of his silence "Are you gonna make me do something?" I said with more attitude in my voice than I intended. "Watch it Ms. L/n" he said looking up and making eye contact with me. His dark cold eyes not moving from mine. "Sorry" I whispered. "Organize the vials in my storage closet in alphabetical order and then clean those cauldrons from your class that are in the sink." he muttered and then returned back to his papers. Ughhh you gotta be kidding me this could take forever, unless I use magic, I thought smirking to myself and heading to the storage closet. "And no magic Ms. L/n." he added. Did he read my mind? What the heck? I rolled my eyes and began organizing his thousands of vials. Once I had finished I looked at my watch. 8:45, not bad, now onto the nasty cauldrons.

I walked out of the closet and over to the sink, I stopped at my table and took off my robes, I had my normal uniform on, and rolled up the sleeves of my white button up. I Turned on the water and began scrubbing away. This seemed to take forever. And when I finally got done at least three of my nails were broken, my back was incredibly sore and I had a stain on my shirt, I doubt I'll get that out. I walked over to his desk "I'm done" I muttered as I examined him grading the papers. You know he wasn't bad to look at. Kids here describe him way worse than he is, he isn't greasy. He does kinda look like a bat though, but that's just all the black he wears, which really suits him. Wait what was I saying? I blinked away the thoughts as I awaited his response. I remembered how I was gonna ask him for help and never got the chance too. I also kept in mind what Dumbledore had told me. Now would be as good a chance as ever. "Professor can I ask you something?" I asked quietly. He just looked up at me with exhausted eyes. "I'm sure you have noticed im not doing to well in your class," he scoffed at that and I gave him a straight face "and I have studied so much and have even been getting help from Hermione Granger, but I was wondering if you could give me some extra help this year...'' I said looking down at my feet and playing with the hem of my skirt. I could feel him look up at me but remained my focus on the floor. "Fine," he said. "Really?!" I said looking up at him with more excitement in my face. "Yes but in exchange you will help me grade papers and you will do whatever chores around the room that are needed." he added, still looking at me.

I thought it over and realized it was definitely a need to get this extra help. "Ok deal!" I said extending my hand as a confirmation of the agreement. To which he looked at, then back at me, still a smile on my face, he barely shook my hand and got back to grading papers. "So.. what works best for you?" I asked him. "Tuesdays and Thursdays either during lunch, your free period, or in the evening after dinner." he offered. "See I'm really really bad and as much as I hate being here," he gave me a look as I said that, "How’s lunch and after dinner?" I asked my hands together in a praying motion hoping he would agree. "Fine. Now get out." he spat rolling his eyes and going back to his papers. I grabbed my robes off my table and headed out the door, stopping to look back at him "Thank you so much Professor, you won't regret this!" I exclaimed. "I have a feeling I will," he responded, to which I giggled and walked out down the hall.

I got back to my dormitory and got ready for bed, and tried to get the stain from my shirt, I eventually just got my wand out and murmured a little charm to get it out. As I sat on my bed brushing my hair, my owl, that Hagrid had gotten for me, Hera a beautiful almost golden barn owl flew in through my window and gave me a letter and flew into her cage. I opened it quickly realizing it was from Dumbledore.

Y/n,

I hope your detention with Professor Snape went well this evening.

I wanted to ask a favor of you. Every December we have a Yule ball. Now you may have not been aware, that I am aware your mother put you in singing lessons, and when you were little you would often put on performances with your sister. I helped pay for those classes because I saw something special in you, and I know this isn't something you typically share or like to talk about, but I was wondering if you would sing at this year's ball. Now I know you may want to turn this down immediately, but please think it over. If not that is completely fine. Just let me know.

Dumbledore

Holy crap. That was a big proposal. I haven't sung in front of anyone since my 4th year. My mother had played the flute since she was a girl, and "encouraged", as she would like to put it, my sister and I to have some form of music in our lives, she enrolled me in voice lessons, and my sister in piano lessons. Now I don't want to sound arrogant but I certainly had a set of pipes no doubt, but often my stage fright was too much. I hated telling people because it was always such a shock to them. This was a very good opportunity though, and I know it would upset Dumbledore if I said no, if I do do this it would be for him. I decided to sleep on it and put the letter in my bag and crawled up into my covers. It was well past 10 almost 11 o'clock now and I was fighting to stay awake . As soon as my eyes closed I drifted off into the darkness.

#snape x reader #snape imagine #severusnape #professor snape #snape #severusimagine #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #slytherin #Snape slowburn #hogwarts

[godess-ofthe-underworld]

Love Finds A Way

(sequel to “See You Again) (A Harry Hook x reader love story)

Part 5

The six waited for nightfall to sneak out of the dorms.  They snuck down to the limo shed and found the one that brought the vks from the Isle six months ago.  Their plan was simple; go there, get Mal, and come back in one piece.  Hadley prayed it would work but knowing the isle, it will throw them off somewhere.  

Hadley and Evie quickly pieced together “Isle-esque” clothing choices for Ben and Ruby.(I know the link is for Mal so just pretend).  Hadley had meticulously pinned and braided Ruby's hair up so it wouldn't cause any traveling issues on the isle if they had to make a quick get away.  Jay, Carlos, Evie and Hadley just had to raid their own closets to find outfits from the isle.  

They ran down the front steps of the castle.

“ Jay, keys, remote.” Ben said as he tossed Jay the items he was carrying.

“ Wait! Something wrong” Evie ran up to Ben.

The rest stared at Evie waiting for her to do something.

Evei reached up and pulled the beanie down farther over Ben's head.

“There. That's better.” Evie nodded.

“Shotgun!” A small voice yelled from the steps. 

Everyone's, except for Carlos, jaw dropped as they realized the voice came from Carlos's dog, Dude.

“No Dude, stay! The isle is way too dangerous.” Carlos reprimanded.

Dude groaned and sat down on the steps.

“ Did he just..” Jay started.

“ Talk? Yeah. I'll tell you later.” Carlos shook his head and the rest shrugged and got in the limo.

Jay and Carlos took the front seats and Evie, Hadley, Ben and Ruby took the back.

“Okay. Once we get there we park under the pier in the old garage. Got it?” Hadley stated

“ Got it.” 

It took 45 minutes to reach the old broken bridge that would lead them to the isle.  They crossed the golden magic bridge that appeared after Jay pressed the button.  Ruby sat by the window staring in awe of the golden swirls encircling the bridge as they passed.

When they parked in the old garage they draped the limo in sheets to disguise it.

Being back on the isle sent a chill down Hadley's spine.  If her father were to find our she was there, let's just say, all hell would break loose.

“It's really weird being back here” Evie said as Jay walked up to  the two of them.

He looked around “we'll get in and get out” he nodded.

The other two nodded as well.

Hadley hadn't noticed Ruby wasn't by her side until she saw her standing next to Ben at the large metal pipe that lead to the docks.

The vks froze as Being yelled “hey what's in here?” Into the pipe.  The sound echoed, making it louder than necessary.  They rushed over and pulled Ben and Ruby away.

“ You don't want to know.” Hadley said shaking her head.

“ Hey guys.” Carlos caught their attention. “ Keep it chill, all right?  The last thing we need is for our parents to find out were here” the other three nodded and they walked onward, Hadley tucked her hook under her shirt as she followed.

They walked through the Isle for a short while, going through alleyways and dark streets.  Multiple times they had to pull Ruby and Ben away from scammers and thieves looking for loot.  Jay and Carlos took been up front leading the girls through the maze of alleys.

As the rounded a corner two young children jumped out at Evie.  One began to fight with her as another came up behind her and grabbed her wallet out of her pocket.

Evie was able to grab both of their arms yelling at them to give it back.

She paused for a moment when she looked at the little kids faces; dirty and gaunt like they hadn't eaten in w eeks, scratches and bruises littered their small cheeks.  They looked at her with wide eyes and Evie's heart broke at the site. 

“ Go on take it.” Evie nodded releasing their arms.

The kids looked at her and giggled running off with the wallet. 

Evie stood up stairs and fixed her jacket before turning to catch up with the others.  

Jay, Hadley and Carlos had stopped when they heard Evie start yelling, they had yet to realize Ben and Ruby did not.  Evie sighed as she brushed past the others going after the two royals.

They caught up to them as they were being stared down by a man in pirate gear.

Jay rushed to their aid and made the guy back up into his corner.

Hadley and Evie pulled the two away from him, scolding them as they did.

“This isn't a parade it's the isle.” Evie said

“Keep your hands in your pocket unless your stealing.” Jay continued

“ You either slouch or strut.” Carlos added

“And never ever smile.” Evie finished

“Ok than-” Ben started but Hadley 

“No thank yous. And drop the please too.  Just… chill”

(Hadley)

Let me tell you something you can really trust Everybody's got a wicked side I know you think that you could never be like us Watch and learn so you can get it right

(all minus Ben and Ruby) You need to drag your feet You need to nod your head You need to lean back Slip through the cracks You need to not care

(Carlos) Uh, you need to not stare (Evie and Hadley)

You need a whole lot of help (You need to not be yourself)

(Evie) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (hey) Chillin' like a, chillin' like a (hey), villain

(Evie) You draw attention when you act like that Let us teach you how to disappear You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat( Hadley turned into an alley cat and lunged at the two) You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

(all) You need to watch your back You need to creep around You need to slide real smooth Don't make a sound And if you want it, take it And if you can't take it, break it If you care about your health

(Evie) Seriously, you need to not be yourself

(Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a

(Ben and Ruby) I really wanna be bad a lot And I'm giving it my best shot But it's hard being what I'm not

(Carlos) Well if you don't, you're gonna get us caught

(Evie) He's right we gotta stay low-key Now show us how bad you can be

(Ben and Ruby) Like this? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like this? (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah, I think I got this Let's go, I'm ready to rock this And I ain't gonna thank you for your help I think I found the worst in myself

(Evie and Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how You don't break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling You'll be chillin', chillin', oh

(All) Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain

Ben and Ruby continued to strut up the alley way as the other stood back and watched.

Things went downhill when Ben bumped into someone.  The others panicked and rushed to their sides.  Hadley stood behind a frozen ruby, as she stared at Gil, Harry's pirate best friend. 

“Hey,man! Hey I know you.” Gil smiled at Ben.

“Uh, no. Don't know you either,man.” Ben said nonchalantly.

“ Uh, yeah you do. Come on, man. Really? Dude I'll give you a hint. My dad is quick, slick, and his neck… is incredibly thick.” He pointed to his own neck.  When no one answered Gill looked behind them and spotted a poster for Cotillion, graffitied with the pirate motto 'we ride with the tide’, pinned to the wall. 

It suddenly clicked for Gil when he pointed at Ben, then to the poster and back at Ben.

His jaw dropped when he figured it out.

“Oh! You're King Ben!” The others rushed to get Ben out of there as quickly as possible but Hadley had trouble moving Ruby from her spot where she stood, still frozen and staring at Gil.  

“Evie, Jay carlos. Hey guys!” Gil said as they left.

He turned to the two that still stood in front of him and froze as well when her looked at Ruby. Hadley freaked out when she couldn't move her.

“ H-hi.” Gil stammered “I'm Gil”

“R- Ruby” Gil lifted his hand for her to shake and Hadley's breath hitched when they did.  She let out a small squeak and tried to push Ruby away again.

“ Hadley?” Gil questioned to the blue haired girl next to ruby

Hadley slowly looked towards Gil and grimaced.

“ Hi Gil.” She said quietly.

“Oh Harry is going to be so happy that you're here!” Gil shrieked jumping up and down.  Hadley went wide eyed and tried to  push Ruby away again, this time it working and Hadley drug Ruby from the alley.

When they caught up to the others, they were waiting around the bottom of the staircase that led up to their hideout, with Ben missing. 

Evie looked around when she heard Hadley and Ruby approach.

“Where were you two?” Evie whispered.

“Long story” Hadley glanced at Ruby who still has a far off look in her eyes.

Evie nodded.

“ Did Ben go up?”

“Yeah.”

Just as Evie responded, Ben can down the metal steps.  His expression screamed sadness and he hit the last step alone.

“ So? Where's Mal?” Hadley asked.

“ She's not coming back” he sighed.

“ What?” Evie gasped as Ben walked past her. 

“ Let me talk to her.” Evie said as she walked over to the large horn shaped phone strapped to a beam.  

“M? Mal it's Evie. Let me just talk to you for a second.”

It was a few moments before a shrieking voice belonging to Mal yelled at them to go away.

“ Let's give her a couple hours to cool off.” Jay suggested.

Evie nodded.

“Hey guys. Where's Ben and Ruby?” The others looked around frantically when Carlos said that calling for Ben in the process.

Their shoulders slumped when a figure walked towards them from the dark alley.

“ Ben don't scare us like that” Hadley breathed up with a hand over her heart.

“ Don't scare you? But that's my specialty.” A thick Scottish accent rang through the alleyway. 

Haldey gasped as she recognized the voice immediately, having thought about if for the last six months.

“Harry.” Evie sighed shaking her head.

“ What have you done with Ben and Ruby?” Jay stepped in front of Hadley.

“Oh, uh, we nicked them, mmm-hmm. Yeah and if you want to see them again have Mal and Hadley come to the chip shop tonight... alone.  Uma wants.. a little visit.  And I need to have a chat with the little goddess over there” Harry sneered pointing this hook in Hadley's direction. Jay stepped even colder to Hadley, who stared wide eyed at the silver hook that was nearly in her face, nearly blocking her from Harry's view.

“ Awww, jay,” Harry pouted “ it seems like you lost your touch” He laughed.

Jay lunged at him but Hadley grabbed his arm stopping him from getting any closer, which made Harry laugh.

Harry turned around, barked at Carlos, and walked back down the alley the way he came, whistling a tune as he went.

The others rushed up the stairs to get Mal as Hadley stood there, in the alleyway watching Harry disappear. 

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hadley whispered sadly as she went to climb the steps.

So much for their plan going smoothly.

Hey guys its Friday again and you know what that means!! Part 5 is up!!!  I hope you liked it, if you did please like and comment for part 6!! As always you can read the illustrated version over on my Wattpad (@phelpsphan)!if you would like to be added to the tag list please message me!!

Summary: You would think that six months in Auradon would do any villain kid good.  Well, not Hadley.  After the events of the Coronation, Hadley's mood took a downward spiral; and for one reason, guilt.  She'd broken a promise and left her best friend on the Isle of the Lost.  How will she handle seeing him again when certain circumstances bring her back to the Isle? Will she finally tell him what she really feels?  

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine. 

Tag list: @unded-bride

#daughter of hades #harry hook #harry hook x reader #Hades #disney descendants #mal jay carlos evie #harry hook imagine

[bergarachan]

NSFW: Shyan Actor AU where they’re both starring in a movie about a taboo gay romance between two professors & the scheduling got messed up so their FIRST day on set was a nasty sex scene atop one of the classroom desks (of the set) and through out all the groaning and hair pulling and fake grinding they have to both pretend they’re not insanely turned on for real and planning to ask the other to dinner later that might ....Oh, and should probably ask each others names too.

so... i wrote a thing. im too lazy to write more right now so here’s this. should i write a part 2?? enjoy uwu

Ryan rushed into work, hair just barely done and clutching his script tightly. He had just been casted for his first big movie, and he was over the moon. This was his big break! Before the movie he had been casted in a couple of short films and a couple roles as an extra in television shows, but he was one of the main characters in a movie. He played the role of Mr. Ricky Golden, a young,  bright-eyed science professor who slowly falls for his coworker, history professor Mr. Tinsley. 

The reason he had been late was because this morning (45 minutes ago), he had woken up to a message from the director apologizing because he had realized that the schedules had been messed up, and they were shooting the first scene in 45 minutes. Ryan, of course, freaked out, shoved clothes on, made his hair look semi-presentable, and practically bolted out of the door on the way to the college where the shooting was taking place. Ryan was nervous. He had no idea what scene they would be filming first, and Ryan hadn’t even read the whole script! He had planned to finish memorizing today, because filming was scheduled to start next week, but unfortunately he could not do that. He just prayed that he’d be able to memorize whatever he had to memorize while getting his makeup and hair done.

He walked briskly into a classroom full of lights, cameras, and bustling people getting the scene ready to shoot. “Sorry I’m late,” He announced, and then blushed at how cheesy that was. He met eyes with the director and waved. 

“You’re not late, it’s fine,” The director, TJ Marchbank, gave him a thumbs-up. “Just go into the room next door and you’ll see Freddie, and she’ll do your makeup.”

Ryan nodded, “Alright. May I ask, what scene are we shooting today?”

TJ seemed to hesitate, before saying, “Sorry to say this, but we won’t be starting with scene 01 today. Things got worked around and this scene is the fastest we will be able to shoot, so we’re going to get it done first. It’s scene 28.”

“Okay, thanks, TJ!” He flashed him a smile and made his way over to the next room full of vanities and makeup products, where Freddie was waiting for him. She smiled at him and waved hello.

“Hi, Ryan! You excited for the first shoot today?” She asked gleefully as Ryan sat down and began to open his script.

“Yeah! This is so exciting for me.” Ryan replied as Freddie got out her products. “Hey, uh, do you know who’s playing Mr. Tinsley? I haven’t gotten the chance to meet him yet.”

Freddie raised an eyebrow at him through the mirror. “You don’t know? Tinsley is being played by Shane Madej.”

Ryan gasped. “Shane Madej?!” Shane Madej was one of the fastest rising actors in hollywood today. He had been in multiple well-performing films and had become very famous in recent years. Ryan couldn’t believe that he’d get to work with him. “Is he here?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s in the dressing room.” Freddie told him. Ryan nodded and began to read the script for scene 28. Oh, dear god.

The first scene he’d be filming for his first big acting job was a sex scene. 

He knew it wouldn’t be too graphic, since the script writers were intending for this movie to be PG-13, but, oh god. His parents were going to watch him get felt up and topped by Shane fucking Madej. Ryan couldn’t decide whether to be mortified or delighted. 

He spent the next couple of minutes memorizing his lines. Luckily, he didn’t have many before, you know, the professors went to bone-town, so it wasn’t too hard to do so.

When Ryan’s makeup was finished, Freddie directed him to the changing rooms, where his costume would be waiting. He thanked her and rushed to the changing room, stopping and staring when the most beautiful man to ever walk this goddamned earth walked out. Shane Madej. Oh my god, he’s even hotter in person. And I get to fake-fuck him? For money?! This is the best fuckin job I've ever had.

Shane noticed Ryan’s staring and gave him a warm smile, starting to look Ryan up and down. It took all of the body control Ryan had to be able to suppress a shiver. “It’s rude to stare,” Ryan said, after a moment. He meant for his tone to be teasing, but it came out shy. Whoops.

Shane Madej laughed. “Say that to yourself.”

“Well, excuse me for not knowing my costar was going to be Shane Madej up until, like, ten minutes ago!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Wait, you’re Ryan Bergara?” Shane asked, stepping closer to Ryan. His brown eyes shone. Ryan nodded. Shane smiled a sunny smile and stuck out his hand to shake. “I’m Shane.”

Ryan giggled, shaking his hand. “Yeah, I know.”

And then Shane, the bastard, had the nerve to wink and smile at him. Ryan had to hold in a goddamned swoon. “I’m happy to be working with you, Ryan. You seem funny.”

“I like to think I’m funny from time to time,” Ryan replied. The two spent another couple of moments studying each other, before Ryan remembered what he had to be doing. “I gotta get changed now. See you later.” He flashed him a smile as he entered the changing room.”

“See you later, Ryan,” He heard a reply behind him before he shut the door, and he sighed against it. He was going to be filming a sex scene with hollywood heartthrob Shane Madej. He was going to be filming a romance movie with Shane Alexander Madej (do not ask how Ryan knew his middle name). Shane Madej. Ryan sighed to himself. What a movie this was going to be.

#shyan #shyan drabbles #shyan fanfiction #shyan fanfic #belle chats #belle writes #ask #answered #anonymous

[justcallmefox89]

Dancin’ On My Own

Jax and Beelzebub rescue Mammon from a bad night out on the town.  Back at the House of Lamentation the two finally find out what really happened between Arianthi and Mammon.  Jax goes above and beyond to help their new friends heal.  

Written from the perspective of my non-binary OC Jax.  Also includes other original characters from my Obey Me - Truth or Dare series.

TWs - angst, discussion of pregnancy, infant loss, dealing with emotions surrounding death, emotional manipulation.

I do my best to keep up with Beel as he pulls me through the winding streets of the Devildom towards The Fall; one of his long strides easily matching two or three of my own.  By the time we meet up with Asmo and Solomon outside the club’s doors I’m breathing hard.

“Hey guys,” I say, sucking in a deep breath.  “How’s it going?”

Asmo manages to stop looking worried long enough to smirk at me.  “Hello Jax.  Beel didn’t say you were coming too.”

I feel heat rising in my cheeks and move to let go of Beel’s hand, but he just grips my hand tighter.

“What’s going on Asmo?”  Beel asks, voice tense.

Asmo’s face falls and Solomon puts a comforting arm around him.

“Mammon showed up about 45 minutes ago,” Solomon says.   “He was already drunk.  We tried to get him to sit with us but -” he pauses as if he’s trying to find the right way to phrase his next statement.

Asmo throws a dirty look towards the inside of the club.  “Some of the witches Mammon has pacts with showed up.  They pulled him away.  A few lower level demons have been circling like vultures, try to start fights.”

Beel growls, a low aggressive sound I’ve never heard him make before.  He shoves through the front doors of the club, the rest of us racing behind him to catch up.

The four of us push through the throng of people on the dance floor, searching desperately for Mammon.

“There!”  Solomon yells to be heard over the music, pointing at a booth tucked towards the back of the club.

Beel starts to charge over to him, but I pull on his sleeve to catch his attention.  He bends down so he can hear me and I bring my mouth close to his ear.

“Let me go first.  He probably won’t be threatened by me trying to talk to him.  If he starts getting out of control I’ll wave for you.”

Beel nods and gives me a quick kiss, then I start wandering over to Mammon’s booth, attempting to look casual.

Oh hell.  

My heart drops down into my stomach.  Mammon’s knuckles are scraped and bloodied, he has an open gash on his forehead, and blood trickles from an open cut in his lip.  

Looks like those other demons found the fight they were looking for.

Even more worryingly, a group of five women surround him, drinking and laughing, hands roaming through his hair and over his body.  Mammon sits like a statue, hands on the table, eyes unfocused and staring at some distant point only he can see.  

I move towards the table with a little more purpose.  “Mammon!”  I yell, trying to get his attention.  

He doesn’t acknowledge me, but I’ve definitely gotten the attention of his companions.  

“Hello,” a dark haired witch purrs, sidling up to me.  “Did Mammon get a new human pet?”

Really?  I hate her already.

A hand runs over my shoulders, and I turn my head to see a blonde has come up behind me, standing entirely too close.  “How do you know our Mammon?”

“Pretty sure he’s not your anything lady,” I mutter, moving sideways to slip away from the blonde.

“Did you need something with Mammon?”  The brunette studies me carefully, trailing one finger down my cheek and towards my throat.

I slap her hand away in irritation.  “Back off Sabrina.”

She snatches her hand back and hisses at me in displeasure.  

I reach forward and grab Mammon’s shoulder.  “Mammon!  Mammon!  Come on dude.  We gotta leave.  Now!”  

I shake him a few times, getting progressively rougher each time, trying to snap him out of his haze.

He eventually looks up and gives me a weak smile.  “Hey Jax.  Is Arianthi here?”

The raw need in his eyes and hope in his voice make my chest constrict.  

Goddamn it.  I’m fixing this.  Tonight. 

I latch on to his arm and tug.  “Come on buddy.  We’re getting out of here.”

He shakes his head and slouches further down in his seat.  The witches converge on us.  

“Looks like he doesn’t want to go with you,” the brunette snickers.

I jerk on his arm again, desperate to get him to stand up.  “Mammon, we’re leaving.  Right now.  Arianthi is at home.  She’s waiting for you and she wants to see you.”

“Yeah?”  He gives me a sad smile, tears in his eyes.

“Yeah my man.  Come on.  We gotta go.”  I pull on his arm again, and he scrambles unsteadily to the edge of the booth.  I help him stand, and he leans on me heavily, swaying on his feet.

The brunette witch grabs for Mammon.  “He’s staying.”

“Yeah, no.  He isn’t.”  I throw my hand up in the air and wave frantically for Beel.  He’s by our side in an instant, Asmo and Solomon close behind.

Asmo viciously shoulders his way through the witches, clearing a path long enough for Beel to snatch Mammon up into a fireman’s carry.  Solomon and I fan out to block the witches’ hands grabbing for them.  We push our way through the club goers and out onto the street.  Once we’re outside Beel doesn’t even break stride, making his way directly back to the House of Lamentation.

“Hey Asmo, did you and Arianthi go to the spa today?”  I manage to ask as we scurry to keep up with Beel.

He shakes his head in confusion.  “I’ve been with Solomon all day.”

Jesus H. Christ.  

“She said she was going to see if you wanted to spend time together today since Mammon dipped out on their date.”

“Again?”  Asmo scowls at Mammon’s limp body thrown over Beel’s shoulders.  He shakes his head and sighs.  “I haven’t even talked to her today.”

“Shit,” I mutter.  “I don’t think she’s at home.  And she’s not answering her D.D.D.”

“Not again.”  He sighs and briefly squeezes his eyes shut.

Solomon reaches out and takes Asmo’s hand in his, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a quick kiss to his palm.  “Let’s get Mammon home and make sure he’s safe, then we can work on finding Arianthi.”

Asmo and I nod in agreement.  “Ok,” we say in unison. 

We creep into the House of Lamentation and silently make our way up to Mammon and Arianthi’s bedroom.  Beel gently lowers Mammon on to the mattress and we step back, not sure what to do next.

Mammon stretches out an arm, his hand running restlessly over the sheets, searching for something.  

“Arianthi?”  He whines softly.  “I need you.”

The four of us exchange a worried look, then Asmo sits down next to him and gently takes his hand.  “She’s not here right now Mammon,” he says softly.

Mammon glares at me in betrayal, tears slipping down his cheeks.  “You said she’d be here.  That she wanted to see me.”

“She does!”  I promise, praying I’m not making a huge mistake.  “I know she does.  And we’ll find her, I swear.  Ok?”

Mammon just cries harder, curling in on himself.  “I want my baby back,” he mumbles. 

Beel sits down on the other side of the mattress and soothingly rubs his older brother’s back.  “We’ll find Arianthi, Mammon.  I promise.” 

Mammon violently shakes his head.  “No Beel.  I want my baby back.”

Beel looks like his heart is breaking.  “I’ll get Arianthi here as soon as I can.”

Mammon sit up suddenly, throwing off Beel’s and Asmo’s hands.  “NO!”  He shouts.  “I want my baby back.”  

He cradles his arms in front of his chest, mimicking rocking an infant to sleep.  We all stare at him as he swallows hard and shudders, before more tears fall.  

Asmo throws his arms around Mammon, rubbing his shoulders and murmuring soft words of comfort, while Beel, Solomon, and I huddle by the doorway.

“Do you think that’s what’s been going on?” Solomon finally whispers.  

“What?  That Arianthi was pregnant?”  I hiss, motioning for Beel and Solomon to follow me out of the room.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it?”  Solomon asks once we’re out in the hallway.

I shrug, worried and anxious to find my friend.  “He’s been with Arianthi as long as I’ve known him.  Any chance he could be talking about someone else?”

Beel and Solomon shake their head at the same time.  “No.”

“I would have known,” Beel says.  “Maybe not right away, but if this happened years ago, yeah.  I would know by now.”

Solomon and I look at each other, sharing a moment of grief for our fellow human.

“So.  Arianthi was pregnant.”  Solomon’s statement hangs heavy between the three of us.

“Why didn’t she say anything?”  Beel asks mournfully.

Solomon looks at me, silently asking how I want to handle this.

I inhale deeply and take Beel’s hand.  “I don’t know how demon pregnancies work, but human pregnancies can be really fragile.  Something like a quarter of them end in a miscarriage.  A lot of women don’t make any announcements until they’re further along, just in case.”  I stop, choking up a little.  “People all handle loss differently.  It can lead to problems in a relationship.”

Solomon and Beel look at me strangely.  

“What?”  I give them both a slightly dirty look.  “My dad is a nurse.  He made sure I was well informed in all areas of sex ed.”

Solomon takes over.  “She probably wasn’t that far along Beel.  I bet they were just waiting for the perfect time to tell all of you.”

“And then......”  Beel tears up, unable to finish.  “Do you think that’s why they’ve quit talking?”

“Working off of what we’ve pieced together, I’d say that’s likely,” Solomon answers him.

The three of us jump slightly as Asmo slips out into the hallway with us.  He immediately moves into Solomon’s embrace.

“We need to find Arianthi.  Right now,” Asmo whispers.  “Mammon said,”  Asmo breaks off and clenches his jaw, fighting for composure.  “He said she was pregnant.  But the week that he went to the human realm with Lucifer....”

Solomon pushes Asmo’s head into his chest before Asmo can finish the sentence.  “We figured it out.  You don’t have to say it baby,” he murmurs, stoking Asmo’s hair.

Beel clenches his fists and mutters a string of curses.  I grab onto his hand, running my thumb over his knuckles.

Time for a plan.  Pull it together Captain America.  Save the day, kiss the boy.  

Semi-hysterical laughter bubbles up, worry for our friends starting to take over.  I throttle my laughter and take a deep breath to clear my head.

Get a fucking grip Jax.  Find your friend, make sure she’s ok.   

“I’m going to go find Arianthi,” I quietly tell the others.  “Beel, stay with Mammon.  Make sure he doesn’t leave.  Solomon, take care of Asmo.  Thanks for calling us and not Lucifer.”

Solomon and Asmo nod silently before moving down the hall to Asmo’s bedroom while Beel looks at me worriedly.  

“Hey, hey.”  I run the backs of my fingers over his jaw.  “I’ve got this.  You take care of your brother.  I’ll find Arianthi.  It’s going to be ok.”

Beel shakes his head stubbornly.  “I can go get Levi and Satan to help.  You don’t have to do this.”

I roll my eyes.  “Yeah I do.  Arianthi has helped me, so now I’m helping her.  Plus, I’m hoping if I help you with this I’ll get a thank you kiss later.”  I smirk at him and boop his nose.

Beel chuckles and catches the tip of my finger between his teeth, biting gently.  “I think we can work something out.”

I rise on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly.  “I’m holding you to that.  I’ll be back soon.”

I wait until Beel has shut Mammon’s bedroom door behind him, then whip out my D.D.D. and dial Arianthi.  When she doesn’t pick up the first time I call again.  And again.  And again.  On my fifth time calling someone picks up.

“Hello?”

The voice is male and very familiar.  

“Is this Arianthi’s D.D.D.?”  I ask,  momentarily wondering if I’ve called the wrong person.

“It is.”

I know this voice.  It’s not any of the brothers.  Definitely not Solomon.  Who is this guy?

“Then can I talk to her?”  I can feel myself getting snappy, anxiety and irritation warring for the spot of top emotion.

“She’s unavailable at the moment.  Would you like me to take a message?”

Irritation winds by a landslide.

“No, I want you to give my friend her phone so I can talk to her.  There’s an emergency and her fiance needs her.”

“I wasn’t aware she was still engaged.”

Holy.  Fuck.

“Diavolo?”  I ask in shock.  “Is she with you?  Where is she?”

“She’s asleep.  I’ll tell her you called once she wakes up.”

“Like hell!  Give her the phone!”  

The line goes dead.  

I throw my D.D.D. against the wall and it explodes in a shower of plastic.  “What a dick!”

Belphie’s head pops out of the next bedroom over.  “Wanna keep it down human?”  He asks, good and pissed off.

I scowl at him.  “Dude, I’ve seen you sleep through worse.”  

I turn and start marching down the hall, intent on getting my friend and bringing her home.

“Whoa!  What’s got your panties in a bunch?”  Belphie snickers and leans again the doorjamb.

“Arianthi is with Diavolo and he wouldn’t let me talk to her when I called.  Mammon needs her.”  

“What a dick.”  Belphie’s face transforms into a mask of anger.

“Seriously,” I mutter in agreement.

Belphie pushes off of the wall and shuffles down the hall to stand by me.  “Let’s go then.”

“Go where?”  I ask in surprise.

“You’re gonna go get her right?”  Belphie looks at me like I’m slow.  “I’m going with you.  And on the way there you’re going to explain exactly what’s going on.”

15 minutes later I’ve brought Belphie up to date and we’re standing outside the Demon Lord’s castle.  

“Fuck,” Belphie mutters, banging on the door.  “I don’t like this.  At all.”

Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth, Seventh Lord of the Devildom, Master of the Understatement.

Barbatos answers the door, gazing at us quizzically.  “It’s a little late for a visit.”

Belphie muscles his way past Barbatos, dragging me behind him.  “We’re here to get Arianthi.  We’ll be out of your way in a minute.”  

“Where are we going?”  I ask, hustling to keep up and tune out Barbatos’s objections

“Diavolo’s study.  If they’ve been working that’s where they’ll be,” Belphie answers, not even bothering to look back at me.

“What if they aren’t there?”

“Then we keep looking until we find them,” he answers, pushing open a door and walking though, giving me no choice but to follow.

Diavolo looks up from behind his desk, annoyance and surprise flitting across his face.

“Can I help you two?”  He asks, fighting to keep his tone level.  

“Just looking for Arianthi,” Belphie replies flippantly.  “We got a little worried when you wouldn’t let Jax talk to her.”

Diavolo rolls his eyes and waves his hand towards a couch next to the fireplace.  “She’s asleep.  I didn’t want to wake her.  I know she hasn’t been getting much rest lately.”

I looks towards the couch.  Arianthi is curled up on her side, a file under her head and another gripped in her hand, Diavolo’s coat spread out over her like a blanket.

“She hasn’t been resting much because she’s been busy working with you,” Belphie hisses.

Diavolo shrugs.  “If she would rather spend her time working with me than at the House of Lamentation, then who am I to stop her?”

“Did you know what happened?”  Belphie’s voice has gone low with rage.

I keep one ear on their conversation and slink over to the couch.  I kneel down next to it and start shaking Arianthi’s arm. 

“Jax?”  She blinks at me sleepily.

“Who do you think took her to the hospital Belphegor?  Your brother?”  Diavolo chuckles darkly.  “No, because he weaseled his way onto the trip with Lucifer so he could gamble.”

“Shut up,” Belphie snarls.

“She tried to call him.  Multiple times.  But he had his phone shut off, because focusing at the casino was more important that making sure his pregnant fiancee could reach him.”  Diavolo is taunting Belphie now.

“Piss off Diavolo.”  Belphie’s voice is thunderous.

Diavolo studies him nonchalantly.  “Your brother should have been there; be angry with him, not with me.”

Belphie stares back at him, aghast.  “Have you been filling her head with that shit?  Is that why she hasn’t been at home?”

“She already thinks it.  I haven’t had to do a thing except take care of her.”  Diavolo smirks.  “Just like I always have.”

I don’t know what that noise Belphie just made was but I don’t think it’s going to lead to anything good.  Time to go.  

“Arianthi, you need to wake up,” I rub her shoulder, urging her to sit upright.  “We need to go hun.” 

“Why is Belphie here?”  She mumbles, pushing her hair out of her face.

“He came with me.  We need to get home ok?  Right now.”  I’m speaking urgently, hoping it’s penetrating through the haze of sleep.

“Ok,” she nods, letting me help her stand up.

Belphie looks over his shoulder at us.  “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.”  Arianthi yawns.  “You guys could have just called.  You didn’t have to come get me.”  She gives us a soft smile.

“Jax did call,” Belphie says, narrowing his eyes at Diavolo.

“Diavolo answered.  He wouldn’t wake you up so I could talk to you,” I volunteer helpfully, while he gives me a dirty look.

“Dia.”  Arianthi sounds hurt.

“You were finally sleeping well.  I just wanted you to get some rest princess.”  He sounds remorseful.

Belphie snorts in disgust.  “Sure, Jan.”

For a moment I beam with pride at his correct usage of the phrase, then I turn my focus back to Arianthi.  “We need to go.  Mammon’s home.”

For a second her face lights up, then she frowns, nibbling her lower lip and looking hesitant.

I take her hand in mine.  “Arianthi, he’s hurt and he needs you.”  I pause.  “He told us what happened.”

She blinks a few times, gritting her teeth and inhaling deeply.  “Let’s go home guys.”  

Diavolo makes a sound of protest as she walks towards the door of the study.  

She turns and fixes him with an impassive look.  “Mammon needs me,” she says simply, before she stalks out, leaving Belphie and I rushing to keep up.  

We start the walk back to the House of Lamentation quietly.  Arianthi finally breaks the silence.

“Now’s your chance to ask whatever questions you have.” 

I go first.  “Are you ok?”

She laughs mirthlessly.  “Physically, yes.  Everything else is currently up in the air.  Mammon and I aren’t handling it well, as you can obviously see.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”  Belphie’s voice is so soft I barely hear the question.

Arianthi looks over at him, her stoic mask slipping a little.  “We were going to tell you.  We were going to have a party after he got back from the human realm so we could make the announcement.”  Her voice breaks.  

“Do you still love Mammon?”  Belphie looks at her intently.

“More than anything.”

He nods once, resolute.  “Then you’ll get through this.  He’s a fucking idiot but he loves you too.”

She huffs out a little laugh, sniffling.  “Thanks Belphie.  And thanks for coming to get me Jax.”

I nudge her gently with my shoulder.  “Anytime.” 

“What happened to Mammon?”  She asks, leaning against me a little.

“Just a little scrape at the club.  But he needs you.”  I raise my eyebrows and look a her meaningfully.

“I need him too,” she says, so softly I barely hear her.

We sneak back into the House of Lamentation and creep quietly towards the bedrooms.  Belphie gives us a backwards wave as he goes into his bedroom and shuts the door firmly behind him.

I open the door for Arianthi and we slide into her bedroom, careful not to make too much noise in case Mammon has fallen asleep.  

Mammon is sitting on the edge of their bed, Beel next to him.  They lean against each other for support, their murmured conversation too low for me to hear.

They look up in tandem as we approach, Beel smiling with relief and Mammon looking uncertainly at Arianthi.  She doesn’t hesitate, moving onto the bed and pulling him into her arms.

“Hey baby,” she whispers, pressing kisses into his hair.  Mammon’s arms wrap around her and he shakes with silent sobs.

Beel touches my shoulder and nods towards the door.  I follow him into the hallway and we leave Arianthi and Mammon in peace.

“How is he?”  I ask once we’re alone.  

Beel looks at me sadly.  “He misses her.  He feels guilty.  He’s angry.”

Impulsively I give Beel a tight hug.  “They’re going to be ok.”

Beel’s deep sigh rumbles in his chest. 

“They will be,” I promise.  “I have a good feeling about them.”   

He kisses my forehead gently.  “I do too.”

I tip my head back, looking into his eyes.  He leans down towards me, moving in for a kiss.

MMRRRGGHHH.

Beel flushes pink and pulls back.

“Was that your stomach?”  I ask in shock.

“Sorry,” he mutters shyly.

I pull him closer.  “Let’s go get you something to eat big guy,” I murmur against his lips, before kissing him softly.  

“Really?”  He looks at me in delight.

I tug on his hand and start walking towards the kitchen.  “Come on.  I’ll cook something for you.”

I’m pulled to a stop as Beel wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly from behind.  “Thanks for everything you did tonight baby.”

I melt a little inside at his use of the pet name.  “You’re welcome Beel.”  

I feel the vibrations of his stomach rumbling against my back.  We break apart, giggling softly.  He takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and leads me to the kitchen. 

“So, what are you going to make?” Beel asks, violet eyes shining with excitement.  

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fanfic #obey me fandom #obey me short fic #artist in the devildom series #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beel x oc #obey me beel x mc #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #obey me nonbinary oc #obey me enby oc #obey me gender neutral mc #nonbinary oc #enby oc #amab enby #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x oc

[dailyaudiobible]

03/02/2021 DAB Transcript

Leviticus 25:47-27:13, Mark 10:32-52, Psalms 45:1-17, Proverbs 10:22

Today is the 2nd day of March welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is a joy and a privilege and an honor to be here with you today as we continue our journey and take the next step forward. We have been reading from the Amplified Bible this week, which is what we’ll do for the rest of the week. And the next step forward that picks up right where we left off yesterday, Leviticus chapter 25 verse 47 through 27 verse 13.

Commentary:

Okay. So, it's an interesting chain of events that happen in the gospel of Mark as Jesus is making His way towards Jerusalem. And let's remember, He's not going for a visit. He's going to His execution and He knows He's going to die, that He's going to be handed over and mistreated and be killed. And, so, He's beginning to tell the disciples this and as we read from the Scriptures today everybody's who’s kind of following along, they don’t want…this is not the message they want to hear. Like this is an alarming message. In fact, the scriptures say they were alarmed and afraid at this message. So…and even perplexed. So, they don't want to hear this message about Jesus dying even though He's telling them He will be raised from the dead because that's kinda going over their head. But can you imagine the weight on Jesus shoulders moving toward Jerusalem knowing, like knowing that every footstep is a footstep closer to your violent death, that every minute you spend on that path is a minute you have less to live before this happens? Like it's profoundly unsettling to even consider that and to consider that Jesus is going through that. And…and…and everybody who’s around Him is alarmed by it. So, He brings His disciples, the 12, aside and He's teaching them a little more intimately and been very clear that when they get to Jerusalem's like a chain of things are going to happen quickly and it's going to lead to His death and He's preparing them that He's gonna be taken away from them. And as the story is told in the gospel of Mark, James and John the two sons of Zebedee, in other Gospels their mom is there too, but they come to Him after this, right? So, after He's pouring His heart out, revealing what is on its way, like what the next days are going to look like and what He's carrying, James, and John, it…His two disciples, two of His disciples come to Him and they want a favor. Like it's almost as if they want this last request or whatever. And He says what do you want me to do for you and what they want is that one will sit on the right hand and one will sit on the left hand of Jesus when He comes into his glory. And, so, we can begin to understand that even though Jesus is telling them that He's going to be killed, this is still lost on them. They still have expectations of their Messiah, that He will take over, that He will overthrow the ruling government, that He will overthrow the Romans. James and John want that ground floor opportunity. They want to be on the right and left, like the immediate power as Jesus comes in this kingdom and He begins to reign. Like, this is their expectation. This is ultimately somehow what's going to happen when Jesus reveals Himself. We could pause there and contemplate because we find ourselves kinda making these same types of mistakes. We want Jesus to beat up the bad guys in our lives or in the world looking for Him to come and kind of take over things and then we can rule and reign with Him forever. It’s remarkably similar. The irony is that the kingdom they were expecting and looking for and even looking to Jesus to create and provide for them is not the kingdom Jesus was announcing. They were sort of expecting an ironfisted rule under the…the master Jesus. He’ll set everything right and we will be bestowed with power from Him to go and do His bidding and rule and reign. Jesus corrected them though. And…and He describes how things really are, how things really…like we may be looking for Jesus to ride in on a white horse and beat up the bad guys and destroy all the evil in the world, and that's eventually going to happen. Like, that's where this whole thing is going. But then as now, we have to understand how this kingdom that we are looking to be revealing and the kingdom that we want to be revealed, how it works. They want to be on the right and left hand of Jesus. They want to be in the seats of power. And I quote, “calling them to Himself Jesus said to them, you know that those who are recognized as rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them then their powerful men exercise authority over them by tearing rising them.” He's speaking to what they understand. They simply want to switch places. They want to be in the position of power. But I go on quoting Jesus, “but this is not how it is among you. Instead, whoever wishes to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first and most important among you must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served but to serve and to give His life as a ransom for many.” So, Jesus is telling His disciples what's gonna happen. They still don't get that He's actually going to die. They still believe that He's the Messiah and they have all the stereotypes of what that supposed to look like and it's going to…it's going to involve an overthrow of the ruling government. And they think this is gonna happen. And, so, they want to be in on it in His power on His right and His left and He tells them. this is not what's gonna happen. “If you want to be the greatest in the kingdom be the servant.” I don't know what else to say other than we should give that some thought because so often we are following as disciples and wanting the same thing that they did, and that's not what's going on here. Jesus is inviting us to participate in revealing a kingdom that is as it was supposed to be, a kingdom that is known by the love, a kingdom in which no one is lording over anyone else because there is only one lord and master.

Prayer:

Father help us…help us Lord to even see it. Help us to…because we need to see it before we can begin living in that direction. It is so counter to the world that we live in, but yet You've told us that if we want to be Your disciples, we’ve gotta take up our cross and follow You and that if that the only way the world will know we are Your disciples is through our love for one another. We have failed at this. Historically we have failed at this. We need to get this right and needs to begin in our own hearts. Come Holy Spirit as we contemplate this today. Show us changes that we need to make, the directions that we need to head into and the directions that we need to head away from. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

Announcements:

dailyaudiobible.com, that’s home base, that’s where you find out what's going on around here, so be sure to stay tuned and connected like I say often. If you’re using the Daily Audio Bible app you can access pretty much all that’s at dailyaudiobible.com and stay connected that way.

I very often mention the Prayer Wall, that is in the Community section on the web or on the app. And, yeah, the Prayer Wall lives in the Community section. That's where we are continually praying for one another. It’s always open and always on. You’ll also find different links to the different social media channels that we participate in there in the Community section. So, check that out.

If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible, if the mission of what we do, bringing God's spoken word read fresh every day and given to the world to whoever will listen to it wherever they are no matter what they're going through no matter where…where they are on the planet no matter what time of day or night it is, that it's available, if that is life-giving to you, thank you for your partnership. There is a link on the homepage. If using the app you can press the Give button in the upper right-hand corner or the mailing address is PO Box 1996 Spring Hill Tennessee 37174.

And, as always, if you have a prayer request or encouragement, you can hit the Hotline button in the app, which is the little red button at the top or you can dial 877-942-4253.

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

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi, my name is Caitlin, and this is my first time sending something in but I just wanted to say that I came out of 2020, one of the hardest years of my life. I was…I had an unexpected pregnancy which was a blessing with our fourth child but then I fell into extremely severe postpartum depression and anxiety and just really felt no joy no hope and I was turned on to Daily Audio Bible and I started in January and I just want to lift up praise to our God who…He gives us this living word. And I've been following Christ for almost all of my life but listening to this every day just has renewed my…my faith and seeing Him work every day, this living word that He gives us, and I meditate on it day and night I just get to see Him moving and I train my eyes to find Him. And, yeah, He's just been he's just been working miracles in my mental health and…and getting back to my normal life and He's just such a good and faithful God. And, so, I just wanted to share that and to share that praise, that He won't abandon us, and He doesn't forget us, and He gives us this Bible to meditate on because…because it applies to us now and He loves us, and He wants us to know Him through it. So, yeah, that's just my praise.

Good morning DAB family this is John Allen from Orlando FL. I just want to pray for everyone who have called for the month of February. I have listened to everyone's prayer. My heart is touched that so many people need the Lord. Father God I've only got 2 minutes and I want to just praise You and honor You and glorify You lift You up. Father God I pray for every single soul that have called You for this month of February. I want to lift them up to You Lord, people with heart disease, mental disease, depression, who's lost family the gentleman that called in for his family Father God, that he's the only one seeking the Lord, Hallelujah Lord. Thank You, Jesus for Your grace Lord. Thank You, Father God because You are the Lord who speaks, and You live. God You are the God of Gods, You are the Lord of Lords, You are the God who stops the sun at noon day. Hallelujah. You are the God that parts oceans Father God to set Your…Your people free. Father God I pray for the DAB family right now, the ones that are not able to call that don't have access. Father God I lift them up to You Father God in Philippians 4:6 it says do not be anxious about anything but in everything in prayer and petition. We pray Father God for them to be healed. We pray that You set Your captives free Hallelujah. Your word in Matthew 11:28, it says come to me all who are weary, and burden and I will give You rest. Lord we need Your rest, we need Your peace. We surrender it to You and for all who are sick Father God. In Jeremiah 30:17 it says but I will restore You to health and heal Your wounds. Hallelujah Jesus. God let everybody who hears my voice receive Your praise, Your blessings, Your goodness Father God, the blessing that make it rich and not so no sorrow in Jesus name I pray. Amen. Thank You, Jesus.

Hi this is Gary from Stockton CA. I'm calling about a dear friend…dear friend his name is Randy he has pancreatic cancer, and he has just been put in the hospital for that along with blood clots and a heart problem. This man has been…and his family…have been missionaries for most of their lives and they have spent their lives giving to God. And now I'm asking for prayer for this man. I've recently experienced a death in my family when my wife passed away last September and something that God is showing me is that healing can come in many different ways including the person dying and be taken…being taken to God, that that was the best thing for the person and everything that was wrong. So, I pray that you pray and help me pray for the man and his family and that whatever they have to go through, whatever God chooses from them they will understand, and the Holy Spirit will give them comfort and understanding. Thank you to all who pray. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Family this is Biola from Maryland I hope you're all doing well. Brian and Jill God bless you. God bless your ministry. Hey, while we are eagerly awaiting China's baby, I pray that God will continue to keep her and let her have a safe delivery in Jesus’ name. You know, I want to give a big shout out to one of the great great grandmas that we have in DAB, Dorothy G from Texas. Happy birthday mom and I want to say that your legacy is absolutely mind blowing. And I pray that God will continue to keep you and hold you strong in the name of Jesus, that God will continue to let your legacy be strong, that you will continue to be used mightily of Him, you know, even as you grow older. In the name of Jesus. God bless you Dorothy. And Missy I heard your prayer request regarding marshmallow your kitten. I pray that God will wrap His arms around you, God will just touch your heart. Know that guilt is not of God. It is…that is condemnation, and it is from the devil. So, I’m praying sister that God would just wrap His arms around you, He will comfort you and so that you can…as you grieve the passing of your kitten that God will touch you in Jesus’ name. Doctor John I heard your prayer request. I prayed for you that you are grateful to God for preserving your life and I pray that your hand, I think is what you said, will be healed completely in the name of Jesus. Brother White as Snow, what a testimony. Yeah, the word of God says that those who are led by God are the sons of God. So, those who are led by the Spirit are the sons of God. Lastly, I want to pray from Micah. Micah I'm praying that you get your workman’s comp it will come speedily in the name of Jesus. Family I want to put my own brother, my older brother, I have a prayer request. He had an accident and he’s going to be having surgery next week. Pray for him.

Hi this is Natasha A from Brooklyn I just finished listening to the Daily Audio Bible February 26th reading and I wanted to make a comment on Brian’s style and the way that he breaks it down, the way he breaks down the word in not only a biblical way but also in a geographical way explaining what went on in Philippi at that time and the importance of Jesus going there and how it relates to…to the word. It was really awesome. This ministry has been such a blessing to me. And Brian and I thank you for making God's word more clear to the ones of us that don't really understand it thoroughly. Your ministry has been a real blessing. May the Lord continue to bless you your family and the DAB continuously because what you're doing is so powerful and so needed, it's so necessary. And I…I just felt compelled to call in and say that. Thank you, Brian. Thank you for what you do, bringing the Lords word to us every day with such clarity and…and consistency and…and…and I am grateful for it. Thank you. Have a blessed day everyone.

Hello, my wonderful DAB family this is Sinner and Saint from Edmonton AB Canada. I've listened to DAB since January 1st of last year and this is my first call. My ailing and Christian dad turned 86 in October. Since then, he was hospitalized five times and we knew his life was coming to an end. I was able to travel to spend time with him at the hospital just before Christmas. We had some very special moments that I will cherish forever. I also saw his suffering when his pain medication wore off and before the next medication could kick in. He was transferred to a Hospice and we felt each day and even each hour that would…that would be his last. On December 31st I took a long walk in a place on that clear and sunny winter day and listened to the last DAB for the year. Brian read the end of Revelation and that described the new heaven and the crystal-clear River of life flowing from the throne of God and the trees of life and how wonderful it all was and then the last of the psalms with great praises to God for all He is. About 10 minutes after I got into the house, I got the phone call that dad had passed, and I realized it could have happened exactly as I was hearing about heaven. And one hour later my daughter who had been told the previous December 31st that she likely had lymphoma and who had chemo and radiation treatments that year got a call from her oncologist saying her most recent scan was completely clear. These events together have such a reminder that God makes all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28. Thank you DAB family. I love you.

[bobasheebaby]

125 Golden Girls Prompts

This time I have some hilarious prompts from some hilarious women. These help keep me sane, send in prompts or request a specific show. Long as hell, breaking at 15.

1 “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” – Dorothy

2 “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” -Blanche

3 “They were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, ‘Today is the first day of the end of your life.’” — Dorothy

4 “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” – Sophia

5 “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” – Blanche

6 “No! No, I will not have a nice day!” -Dorothy

7 “Excuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?” – Sophia

8 “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!” – Blanche

9 “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” -Blanche

10 “Condoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!” – Dorothy

11 “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” – Rose

12 “He’s/She’s really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn’t like to show it.” — Dorothy

13 “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” – Rose

14 “I could get herpes listening to this story!” – Dorothy

15 “I’ve been having a good time, and there wasn’t even a man/woman in the room.” -Blanche

16 “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” – Dorothy

17 “I though I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young…and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” — Blanche

18 “You’ll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.” – Dorothy

19 “Eat dirt and die, trash.” – Blanche

20 “[to NAME] You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” – Dorothy

21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” – Rose

22 “I feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightin’ like a wildcat. Unless I’ve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.” – Blanche

23 “NAME, you’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” – Dorothy

24 “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” – Sophia

25 “I hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.” – Rose

26 “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” – Sophia

27 “Like I’m the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth?” – Blanche

28 “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” – Rose

29 “When I say jump, you say ‘on who?'” – Blanche

30 “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” – Blanche

31 “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” – Dorothy

32 “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” – Rose

33 “If I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living with—I better not say anything until I’ve had my coffee [sips coffee]—a slut and a moron!” – Dorothy

34 “Go hug a landmine!” – Dorothy

35 “Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain’t gonna be no cakewalk!” – Sophia

36 “NAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, he’s /she’s got everything.” – Rose

37 “I could vomit just looking at you!” – Dorothy

38 “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” – Blanche

39 “It’s like you people don’t pay any attention to me whatsoever.” – Rose

40 “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” – Sophia

41 “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” – Sophia

42 “Oh, don’t give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” – Rose

43 “NAME, honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” – Dorothy

44 “Tell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.” “Set the scene, have we been drinking?” — Rose & Blanche

45 “NAME, what are you listening to?” “A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.” “Is it working?” “Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.” — Dorothy & Rose

46 “NAME, I have a feeling you’re lying.” “NAME, be positive.” “Okay, I’m positive you’re lying.” — Dorothy & Rose

47 “You are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.” — Blanche

48 “Where are you going?” “To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” — Rose & Dorothy

49 “Let me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE …” —Sophia

50 “NAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.” — Dorothy

51 “I’m NAME and I know it isn’t pertinent at the moment, but I’m double jointed.” — Blanche

52 “He’s/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.” — Dorothy

53 “You know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.” — Rose

54 “Have you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?” “Yes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!” — Blanche & Dorothy

55 “Oh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?” “I think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.” — Rose & Blanche

56 “I never grew a beard!” “You never grew brains, either!” — Rose & Sophia

57 “It wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.” “NAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!” — Rose & Dorothy

58 “My whole life is an open book.” “Your whole life is an open shirt/blouse!” — Blanche & Sophia

59 “Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey. I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.” — Blanche & Sophia

60 “Oh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?” “Sure. What is it?” “Don't expect a miracle.” — Sophia & Dorothy

61 “Why am I even discussing this with you?” “Beats the hell out of me!” — Dorothy & Sophia

62 “Well, what do you know? NAME has a past!” “That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.” — Blanche & Sophia

63 “I'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.” “I thought you did.” — Blanche & Sophia

64 “Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.” — Blanche

65 “Can I ask a dumb question?” “Better than anyone I know.” — Rose & Dorothy

66 “NAME, ‘disdam’ is not a word. You made it up.” “It’s a word.” “Fine. Use it in a sentence.” “You’re no good at disdam game.” — Dorothy & Sophia

67 “He’s/She’s undressing me with his/her eyes.” “Do you wanna move tables?” “Not yet, he’s/she’s only half done.” — Blanche & Rose

68 “You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!” “Oh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.” — Dorothy & Rose

69 “You know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.” “We finished those an hour ago.” “We could crush some Oreos on top.” “We ran out of those two hours ago.” “How about some whipped cream?” “Mmm!” — Dorothy & Rose

70 “You bought a chocolate cheesecake?” “Just for an emergency.” — Dorothy & Rose

71 “I just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. It’s very good. It reduces puffiness.” “Does it work on thighs?” — Blanche & Rose

72 “I have a date.” “With a man/woman?” “No, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.” — Dorothy & Blanche

73 “Do you know what your trouble is?” “Of course not.” — Dorothy & Blanche

74 “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” — Sophia

75 ““Forgive me, NAME, but I haven’t had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” – Sophia

76 “Do you know what I hate doing most after a big party?” “Trying to find your underwear in the big pile?” — Blanche & Rose

77 “I've never been so humiliated in my life.” “What about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?” — Blanche & Dorothy

78 “You are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.” “I didn't think the two of you were speaking.” “Well, we're not.” “Then how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?” “NAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.” — Blanche, Dorothy & Rose

79 “Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.” “Right, after this last box.” “You're not going to eat them, are you?” “No, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.” — Rose, Blanche & Dorothy

80 “I can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.” “You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.” — Blanche & Dorothy

81 [NAME running after a dog] “Ha! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!” — Dorothy

82 “I won't stand for this!“[gets up and starts to walk out] “Take it, NAME!” “But I bet you'll lie down for it.” — Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy

83 “NAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...” “NAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.” — Rose & Dorothy

84 “Cooking, NAME?” “No, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.” — Rose & Dorothy

85 “Do we have any orange juice left?” [person two pours the rest in their glass] “No, we’re all out.” — Rose & Dorothy

86 “Go hug a landmine.” — Dorothy

87 “Now, what’s wrong?” “I lost it, NAME!” “You never had it, NAME.” — Dorothy & Stanley

88 “You knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.” — Rose

89 “Darn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.” — Blanche

90 “Pizza, dammit! Get pizza!” — Dorothy

91 “What the hell goes on at night in this house?!” — Dorothy

92 “Just drives you nuts, doesn’t it, NAME?” — Rose

93 “Can you believe that backstabbing slut?” — Rose

94 “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.” “NAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.” — Rose & Dorothy

95 “And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.” — Sophia

96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'—Blanche

97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"—Blanche

98 “All I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?” — Sophia

99 “Blow it out your ditty bag.” — Sophia

100 “Your heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." — Sophia

101 “Think about it. You live alone. No one likes you." — Sophia

102 “You're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." — Sophia

103 “Go ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." — Sophia

104 “You're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." — Sophia

105 “Get to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." — Sophia

106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.” — Sophia

107 “Boom! You've got a social life." — Sophia

108 “You drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybody’s your friend.” — Sophia

109 “Remember NAME, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “I think I crossed that line when I got a date!” — Dorothy & Sophia

110 “If you can’t count on family, who the hell can you count on?” — Sophia

111 “In this life, that’s all we have, is hope.” — Sophia

112 “Here’s a newsflash, witches can fly.” — Sophia

113 “It’s great bringing two idiots closer together.” — Sophia

114 “NAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.” “Finally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving.” — Rose & Sophia

115 “Gee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.” — Rose

116 “Gee, Sophia! You’re awfully cranky today.” — Rose

117 “The doctor says it’s the first time he’s ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.” — Rose

118 [astonished]  “You paying for something?” “What are you saying, I'm cheap?” “Well, of course he’s/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!” — Rose, Stanley & Dorothy

119 “Hey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?” — Sophia

120 “I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.” “Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?” “No, it was in the shower.” — Blanche & Dorothy

121 “You know, I've been thinking ...” “Oh, that would explain the beads of sweat.” — Rose & Blanche

122 “God, I hate morning people.” — Blanche

123 “He’s/She’s a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.” “You don’t have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.” — Rose & Blanche

124 “You ... you ... you rude person!” “Go easy on him/her, NAME.” — Rose & Dorothy

125 “This would be touching if I liked you more.” — Sophia

#golden girls prompts #golden girls quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #drabble prompts #sophia petrillo #dorothy zbornak #rose nylund #blanche devereaux #long post #read more #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy