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officialyourdailyinspiration · 2 years

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The Marriage of the Lamb

Then the angel said to me, “Write, ‘Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.’” And he said to me [further], “These are the true and exact words of God.” — Revelation 19:9 | Amplified Bible (AMP) The Amplified Bible Copyright © 2015 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Matthew 22:2; Luke 14:15; Luke 22:16; Revelation 1:1; Revelation 1:19; Revelation 17:1; Revelation 17:17

#angel #write #blessed #invitation #marriage supper #Lamb #Words of God #Revelation 19:9 #Book of Revelation #New Testament #AMP #Amplified Bible #The Lockman Foundation

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walkswithmyfather · 5 months

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Revelation 19:7-9 (NASB1995). “Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride has made herself ready." It was given to her to clothe herself in fine linen, bright and clean; for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints. Then he said to me, ‘Write, ‘Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.’” And he said to me, ‘These are true words of God.’”

“Advent: A Time of Anticipation” By In Touch Ministries:

“Are you ready for Christ’s return?”

“This month, many of us rush from appointment to appointment as we shop, cook, and attend concerts, special church services, and other gatherings. Some of us look forward to the time with loved ones and the busyness of the Christmas season, while others of us breathe a sigh of relief when it’s all over.

This time of year, we encounter many well-intentioned articles and programs encouraging us to slow down and simplify. That can be good counsel. Considering what isn’t essential in a packed December schedule can be a clarifying exercise. But it might be helpful to add another question to the conversation: As we prepare for Christmas, who is it we’re waiting for?

The final chapters of Revelation are a reminder about the One who is coming. The wait of Advent can point us toward this reality and motivate a year-round mindset of readying ourselves for a lasting, eternal celebration with our Lord. Worshipping our coming King, obeying Him, serving Him, and always seeking to be faithful in things large and small—that’s the kind of preparation we can make, not just at this season but every day of our life.”

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touchofgoddotworld · 3 months

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Overcome Evil by The Spirit of The Lord (231) - February 3 2024

Play on other Podcast Apps It is time to go around the mountain once more. We as the Body of Christ must learn to speak to the mountains in the world that need to be removed (Mark 11:23). There are mountains everywhere to be cast into the sea. Mountains of captivity for the souls in Afghanistan. Mountains of sickness and disease in people’s bodies. Mountains of lack. We can use the faith that…

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deremerstudios · 5 months

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Handel's Messiah

BibleART Special: Handel's Messiah! Some of our favorite passages from Handel's Messiah transformed into beautiful Bible Art for your Advent enjoyment!

For the Advent season, I’ve put together a special Bible Art treat for you – the Bible passages from some of my favorite parts of Handel’s Messiah. Though George Frideric Handel (168501759) often gets sole credit for Messiah, the selection and ordering of the Scripture was compiled into a libretto by Charles Jennens (1700-1773). As a wealthy landowner, Jennens supported his two great passions –…

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graceandpeacejoanne · 1 year

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Revelation 9: Dread Cavalry

Horses with vipers for tails and mouths belching fire, brimstone, and smoke teem across the Euphrates in myriads. What are we to make of this terrifying picture? #Revelation9 #SixthTrumpet #SupernaturalSteeds

Now the number of the troops of the equestrians: twenty thousand ten thousand [two hundred million]—I heard the number of them. And so I saw the horses in the vision and the ones sitting upon them having fiery breastplates [bright red] also jacinth [deep blue], also sulfurous [vivid yellow], and the heads of the horses like heads of lions, and out of their mouths come fire and smoke and…

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#cavalry #Deuteronomy 28 #horsement #revelation 9 #revelation 9:16-19 #sixth trumpet #two hundred million cavalry

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kazumist · 4 months

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YOU + ME = LOVE .ᐟ ( a diluc x fem!reader smau )

synopsis: in dire need of a passing grade, the faculty had taken it upon themselves to get you a tutor asap. insert diluc, a grade 12 STEM student who was asked to stick with you, a raging grade 11 STEM student who's struggling in her academics.

started on: 1/10/24 | ended on: 3/10/24

genres: opposites attract trope (kinda), senior high school au, crack (one of my many attempts at comedy), fluff, angst of course, profanities + kys jokes, other ships are mostly implied, socmeds with narrations !!

note: will not dwelve too much into how shs works LOL but (🖋️) means the episode has narrations.

taglist: closed! thank you for being in every step this smau took :)

playlist: hehehe

PRESENTING: unit 143 / power rangers

✿ EPISODE 1: goodluck soldier

✿ EPISODE 2: more on my plate

✿ EPISODE 3: i think he hates me

✿ EPISODE 4: is it really hard?

✿ EPISODE 5: center of attention (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 6: maybe she isn't so bad

✿ EPISODE 7: meet me at 5?

✿ EPISODE 8: a new side

✿ EPISODE 9: over the line

✿ EPISODE 10: logging off

✿ EPISODE 11: out of reach

✿ EPISODE 12: i got you (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 13: little by little (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 14: so what?

✿ EPISODE 15: revelations (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 16: welcome to the club

✿ EPISODE 17: endearing (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 18: proud of you

✿ EPISODE 19: block and ignore

✿ EPISODE 20: you didn't know?

✿ EPISODE 21: we need to talk (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 22: it can't happen (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 23: girls night!

✿ EPISODE 24: until then

✿ EPISODE 25: always adoring you

✿ EPISODE 26: i think deserved

✿ EPISODE 27: there's no way (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 28: why wouldn't i miss you? (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 29: about time

✿ EPISODE 30: feels real to me

#( writings )#( smau — you + me = love ! )#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #genshin smau #x reader

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mrs-illyrian-baby · 7 months

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The Old Gods and The New | Loki x Reader

The Old Gods and the New follows a suspected mutant rescued by the Avengers. She brings with her confusion and the uneasy feeling that the team struggle to define. She seems to have no control, or full knowledge, of her powers letting them run wild.

Time to fight mayhem with mischief.

An instant connection is formed when Loki arrives and tensions rise with the Avengers team.

Together you and Loki begin to discover the truth about your powers and past, as well as deciding on which path you'll follow now you're free: super hero or anti hero?

Series warnings: 18+ mature content throughout, language, sexual content, violence, minor character death. Please see each chapter for warnings. No use of y/n, lots of nicknames/pet names.

Chapter 1 - Rules to Follow

Chapter 2 - Cosmic Political Game

Chapter 3 - Infinitely More

Chapter 4 - One God to Another

Chapter 5 - There You Are

Chapter 6 - A Crown of Flowers

Chapter 7 - Velkommen til Tonsberg

Chapter 8 - A Prayer in the Fog

Chapter 9 - Fallen

Chapter 10 - Goddess in Distress

Chapter 11 - Ambrosia

Chapter 12 - Black White and Midnight Blue

Chapter 13 - Glorious Magnificent Goddess

Chapter 14 - Let's Go Home

Chapter 15 - The Golden Palace

Chapter 16 - Cold Compress

Chapter 17 - Revelations in Tonsberg

Chapter 18 - Solstice Eve

Chapter 19 - A Warrior of the Court

Chapter 20 - God In Distress

Chapter 21 - War Games

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy this or any other fics posted on this blog.

Chapter 26

Asks

Alphabet asks - Kissing & Underwear

Graphics by me and Canva, images from Pinterest.

Loki Masterlist

Tag list: @wolfsmom1 @late-to-the-party-81 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @yvonneeeee @buttercupcookies-blog @mischief2sarawr @chaoticqueen33 @jainaeatsstars @kaylalikescatsandstuff @marygoddessofmischief @lokisgoodgirl @arunabrak @mrsbarnes32557038 @texmexdarling @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed @sititran @moonlitchaoticneutral

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki/reader #Loki x Reader #Loki fanfic #Loki series #loki marvel #Loki x you #Loki/You #loki fanfiction

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sparrowrye · 3 months

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Build a story through requests!

I’ve got an intricate storyline planned for my Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader but I’d love to hear what some of you might be looking for from our favorite hell-hot demon 😈

I plan to publish this in its entirety on other sites, but my Tumblr folks get to have a say in this story first 😘

Basic Rules:

- I’m not doing any NSFW since we’re not there with this story yet. Maybe one day but I make no promises.

- Please be patient. I’ll try to incorporate your request as soon as possible and where I feel it best fits.

- You can request anything as sweet and fluffy or as demonic and sadistic as you want :)

- It does not have to be current with the story. You can request something for the future or something for earlier in the storyline.

- Feel free to ask me any questions or just let me know your thoughts. I’m always craving reader interaction :P

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✨MASTER LIST✨

Act One

Part Pilot || Part 2 - escape is futile || Part 3 - lesser of two evils || Part 4 - hidden past || Part 5 - digging deeper || Part 6 - expanding horizons || Part 7 - pushing boundaries || Part 8 - ignited flame || Part 9 - playing mine games || Part 10 - building a shield || Part 11 - shadow work || Part 12* - bad memories || Part 13 - didn't ask for it || Part 14 - snake demon || Part 15 - saving the savior || Part 16 - purgatory || Part 17 - meeting the overlords || Part 18 - a new purpose || Part 19 - the curse || Part 20 - dark desires || Part 21 - of course || Part 22 - in your nature || Part 23 - the starting works || Part 24 - fulfillment || Part 25 - newcomers

Act Two

Part 1 - a teacher || Part 2 - a healer || Part 3 - a reporter || Part 4 - forever tied || Part 5 - protect and defend || Part 6 - developments || Part 7 - new revelation || Part 8 - making a deal || Part 9 - a different person || Part 10 - sweet blood || Part 11 - whistling || Part 12 - creeping shadows || Part 13 - soft || Part 14 - blood and fire || Part 15 - new terms || Part 16 - may I have this dance? || Part 17 - now what? || Part 18 - Blackwater || Part 19 - magic or not || Part 20 - fixing || Part 21 - new things || Part 22 - a good night's rest || Part 23 - new discoveries || Part 24 - a relationship? || Part 25 - comfort || Part 26 - so it begins || Part 27 - Alastor vs Blackwater || Part 28 - my turn || Part 29 - the aftermath || Part 30 - gone ||

Act Three

Part 1 - new haven, new me || Part 2 - constricting deals || Part 3 - missing time || Part 4 - new things

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #reqs open #request #demi demon

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cozage · 8 months

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The Daughter's Return Table of Contents

Hi friends! Tumblr hates me and won't let me add more links to my post, so I'm adding all of TDR here and will update it on this post instead of my Masterlist!

Meeting 1. The Promised Position 2. The Strategist of the Second Division 3. Some Friendly Advice 4. Secrets Exchanged 5. Parting Ways 6. Truth or Dare 7. Infiltration Plan 8. The Captain and the Barmaid 9. A Family Affair 10. Secrets in the Files 11. Uninterrupted 12. The Morning After Falling 13. Stories from the Vault 14. Stories Around the Breakfast Grill 15. Under the Falling Water 16. Jinx 17. A Steamy Situation 18. The Road to Love 19. Bad Mood

Running 20. Sick with Dread 21. Revelation 22. Changes 23. Doctor's Visit 24. In Paradise 25. Straw Hat Luffy 26. Redirection 27. Promises Broken... 28. And Promises Kept 29. Change in Plans 30. Lava and Ice, Together Again 31. The Call Home 32. Shared Sake, Shared Secrets 33. Returning Home 34. House Arrest 35. Let's Talk Strategy 36. The Old Man in the Bar 37. Ace's Perspective - Prison 38. The Morning of War 39. The Battle of Marineford 40. Freedom 41. A Painful Departing 42. Uncertainty 43. Where to Go from Here 44. Decisions 45. A New Beginning

#the daughters return #masterlist

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msjaeger · 6 months

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That Wasn't In The Script (Actor AU)

//// Btw this contains hints to spoilers from the last episode/ chapter 139 so if for some reason you haven't watched it, DO NOT READ!!!!///

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"So tell me, guys. How do you guys feel knowing that the Attack on Titan is officially over? Like, that show will forever go down in history!"

Allen, the host of the official Attack on Titan talkshow Attack the Talk, asked your castmates and yourself. You were currently sitting on the stage in between Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirschtein, with the rest of your cast, Mikasa Ackermann, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Levi Ackermann, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart. You could see a few of your old castmates, those who were killed off in meaning, behind the stage watching with smiles on their faces.

"Let's start with you Ms. L/n, shall we?" The audience clapped as you bashfully smiled at Allen. Sure, you were a main character in one of the best fictional TV shows of the century. But you sucked at public speaking. At least acting was really only your castmates and wonderful team watching at the moment.

You cleared your throat before speaking, feeling your friends' eyes on you and giving you supportive looks.

"Well, Allen, this franchise has been part of my entire life. Literally. I started this show when I was about 9 and now I'm 19. So it ending is almost like the end of my childhood, which may seem kind of sad but it was fun while it lasted and I got to meet these wonderful people that I can joyfully call my family." You feel Eren lift his long legs onto your lap and you stop talking and stare at him.

"Get your nasty ass feet off of my dress."

Eren shook his head playfully and gave you a charming smile. "Nah. You said we're family and family lets their family rest their feet on them." You knock his feet off of you.

"Yeah but not when they're wearing a thousand-dollar dress. Let me finish my little speech, Jaeger." Eren held his hands up defensibly, causing the crowd to burst out laughing from the scene of the dynamic between you two.

"As I was saying before bird-boy over here interrupted. It's easy to say that I'll talk to these people outside of the show and end up never speaking to them again like other casts do but it's different. I grew up with these people so throwing them away would be like throwing my childhood away as well."

The crowd clapped at your little speech, along with your castmates. Expect Eren was literally clapping in your ear. "You're so childish, Eren." You chuckle.

"Only for you, L/n." He grins.

"How about... Connie! How do you feel about the show ending?" Allen moves on to hear other, hopefully just as sentimental, speeches.

Connie ponders for a moment, trying to figure how to answer the question as truthfully as possible. He fiddles with his expensive tie before seemingly having his words together.

"At least we won't be drug tested every three months. I'm gonna be fried every day!"

"No fucking way he just said that." You whisper.

The crowd falls into an awkward silence at Connie's... revelation. You watch as Jean smacks the back of his head. "Shut your bald ass up, Springer. We're 19 and 20 so smoking gas is still illegal, dumbfuck." Jean whispers harshly. Connie's face falls.

"Oops."

"Um... I'll just... can we edit this out?" Allen asks nervously. The cameraman shakes his head. "We're live, remember?" Levi lets his face fall into his hands, mumbling profanities to himself.

"Time for Audience Q & A!" Allen changes the subject quickly. That seemed to distract everyone watching in the crowd as people began to raise their hands, hoping to be picked.

Allen hopes down into the crowd and makes his first decision. "You! With the... Y/n x Smiling Titan shirt?" You hear Eren cackle beside you as you elbow him. "Shut it, you howling witch."

A man who looks like he hasn't showered since the premiere of the show and seemed a bit too old to be fixated on a show involving younger kids was chosen. Not to mention he had shipped you with the smiling Titan.

"He looks like a Discord mod," Jean mutters in your ear.

"Jean, that's mean. It may be true but it's mean." Jean rolls his eyes and gives you a cocky grin.

"It's only mean if it's not true."

"This question is for Y/n." The man announced into the microphone. He had a lisp and not the cute and barely noticeable sort that Armin had. Jean and Eren slightly stiffen.

"Let him ask you some weird shit, Y/n. I'll beat his ass on camera." Eren mutters. Jean watched warily as you waited patiently for the man's question.

"Who is your favourite character from the entire show? And why as well." The man's spit sprays into the mic due to how severe his lisp was and Allen visibly winced.

You think for a moment.

"Probably Eren's character." Eren jumps out of his seat and starts acting like a child.

"Boom, she said I'm her favourite. You all can suck my di-" You grab Eren's sleeve and yank him back into his place next to you.

"Sit your grown ass down."

"Sorry."

"Someone please take the boy into his seat." Levi pleads quietly while rubbing his temples. He had dealt with Eren for the past ten years and still couldn't handle his... personality.

"As I was saying. Eren is probably my favourite character because of how tragic he is and what he represents. He wanted freedom so badly that he never realized that he was a slave to it, which is such a great parallel if you think about it. He purposely hurt his friends in order to protect them too, knowing that they'd be the ones to kill him. I could go on for hours about this but we're on a time crunch so I can't." You chuckle nervously. You feel Eren smiling at you widely from your analysis of his character.

The man seemed content with your response and sat down. "Alright, who's next?" A girl raises her hand and Allen seems to think she's normal enough and hands her the mic.

"Hi, my name is Amelia and just want to say that Jean is so fine and that he doesn't look like a horse most days." Eren, Connie and yourself had to stifle laughter as you watched Jean pursed his lips, contemplating how to take that comment. Allen sighs and raises the mic to his lips.

"Please refrain from... whatever that was."

More people asked questions that were surpringly normal and everyone on stage at least answered five times. A little boy, around the age of 9, eventually got the mic and he looked extremely nervous to talk. His mom gave him encouraging words and he took a deep breath.

"H-Hi my name is Jackson. I-I was wondering if I could take a picture with everyone to show everyone at show-and-tell." He asked poliety. Your heart melted at how adorable the little boy was. You wave up him up on stage.

"Of course! Come up here, little man." Jackson broke out into a toothy grin and ran up to the stage as fast as his little legs could carry him. Armin helped him up onto the stage and Jackson's mom came closer to the stage to take the picture.

Jackson stood in front of you and you placed two hands on his shoulder. You smiled and felt someone wrap an arm around your shoulder before the picture was taken. It was Eren.

Jackson, after the picture was taken, turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you so much!" He exclaims. You wrap his arms around him as well, "Of course Jackson. If it's alright with your mom, I would love it if she sent the picture to me.". Jackson's eyes widened.

"Mommy, please send her the picture!".

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As the end of the talk show neared, Allen had returned to his seat and faced the camera.

"As the end of the last Attack the Talk episode nears, I wanted to do something special for the cast. I've gathered everyone going back all the way to season 1 right now and we are going to play a special video we've prepared for today. Everyone, if you could come out."

You watched as people you hadn't seen for years entered the stage. People such as Petra, Carla, Marco, Moblit. Everyone. You saw Sasha and Historia, who you hung out with just as much as the rest of the cast but you were still excited to see them.

Everyone gathers in front of the big screen, waiting to see what the crew has prepared for a final goodbye.

"You guys all worked hard, whether you were killed off in the first episode or survived until the very end. You all played a vital role in the story that is Attack on Titan and we all thank you. So we decided to put together a montage, if you will, to share your behind-the-scenes experiences one more time. I really hope you enjoy it."

You turn your attention to the big screen as it begins to play. The first scene was of you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin as little kids. It was a scene from the very beginning of season 1. You guys were running around the town until you tripped over a loose rock and flew through the air. You still had the scar from the rough landing. You heard the director yell a stammered, "C-Cut! Someone gets the medic!".

The scene cut to the next, where Eren was yelling at Hannes for being a lazy drunk before he stumbled over his words, causing Hannes to burst out laughing. "Cut!"

Blooper after blooper, you watched yourself grow up. And it felt really weird. Nostolgic but extremely weird. There was a scene where Connie and Jean were supposed to be arguing about plans to kill Eren during Season 4 but things turned... odd.

"Bro if you don't watch what you're saying, I might have to dick you down!" Connie screams passionately. Jean scoffs. "You wish you could dick me down the way I dicked your dad down!" Jean screams back.

"Jokes on you, my dad got turned into a Titan!" You stare at Jean, who looks like he is about to run into oncoming traffic. He makes eye contact with you and begins to stammer quietly.

"We were joking, I swear!" He whispers harshly. You pat his bicep. "It's okay, Jean. I support you."

"Go to hell."

The scene shifted into a picture where Jean and Connie were about to be turned into titans in the last episode but instead of having their arms around each other's shoulders, like scripted, their hands rested on each other's asses.

You lean into Jean's shoulder and let out a muffled laugh. "Shut up before I make you bald as Connie." He threatened lowly. "And how would you do that, mate?"

"I'll shave your head in your sleep."

Your eyes widen in horror at his statement. "Please don't! I love my hair." You frown. Jean shrugged and stretched an arm around you and rested his arm. "I'm not an armrest, horsey."

"Fuck off."

The very last scene was when everyone had visited Eren's grave, a sentimental moment in the show.

Okay, not really.

"Bro really had to wipe out 80 percent of the population, huh." Mikasa scoffs beside you. You shake your head. "Right? Like if you're gonna wipe out humanity, do it right. He really let us stop him with only 20 percent left. Weak!" You look down at the grave.

A fork can be seen flying across the camera and hitting you in the head. "What the fuck?!" You screech, searching around for the culprit.

"Stop insulting my character!" Eren yells as he runs into the frame and tackles you. Before you could hit your head on the ground, Eren placed his hand behind your head to make sure you didn't injure your head. But he still had to get payback.

You could hear the director sigh from behind the camera and mumbling about taking a smoke break. Suddenly, Sasha had run into the frame as well and jumped on Mikasa and Connie and you watched as everyone began running around like children, tackling each other and laughing.

The video faded into black and remained blank until two words in white cursive faded into view.

Thank You.

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Idk how I feel abt this because I've been dead on Tumblr for like a year or smth. But I forced myself to resurrect because Attack on Titan is over and idk what to do with my life anymore😜 anywho lmk if I should make a part two because this is really iffy for me.

#eren jaeger x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot actor au

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whateverisbeautiful · 5 days

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Reveling in Richonne - Master List

TWD Season 3 - Season 7

Season 3

#1: The Fence Arrival (3.06)

Season 4

#2: The Rescue (4.08)

#3: The "It's For You" (4.09)

#4: The Claiming (4.11)

#5: The “Hey, You Too.” (4.16)

#6: The “I’m Okay Too” (4.16)

Season 5

#7: The "You Ready?" (5.11)

#8: The Knock Out (5.15/5.16)

#9: The "I'm Still With You" (5.16)

Season 6

#10: The Rescue pt.2 (6.09)

#11: The Domestic Intro (6.10)

#12: The Low Five (6.10)

#13: The "Want" (6.10)

#14: The Toothpaste (6.10)

#15: The Listening (6.10)

#16: The "I'd Do It For You" (6.10)

#17: The Couch Conversation (6.10)

#18: The Mints (6.10)

#19: The Reveal (6.11)

#20: The "This Is Different" (6.11)

#21: The RV (6.11)

#22: The Shot Calling (6.11)

#23: The "Don't." (6.11)

#24: The "We’ll Win" (6.11)

#25: The Checking In (6.12)

#26: The East (6.15)

#27: The Concern (6.15)

#28: The Dread (6.16)

Season 7

#29: The Memories (7.01)

#30: The Look (7.01)

#31: The Speaking Up (7.01)

#32: The Co-Leadership (7.01)

#33: The Dream Wedding (7.01)

#34: The Bed (7.04)

#35: The Watching Her Go (7.04)

#36: The Protection (7.04)

#37: The Request (7.04)

#38: The “Are You Going To Let Me?” (7.04)

#39: The Deer Drop (7.04)

#40: The Pallet (7.04)

#41: The Fight (7.04)

#42: The Disclosure (7.04)

#43: The "I'm Gonna Try" (7.04)

#44: The Grimes 2.0 (7.05)

#45: The “Good Luck” (7.05)

#46: The Kiss (7.05)

#47: The "Even If" (7.05)

#48: The Walkie Talkies (7.07)

#49: The Reflection (7.08)

#50: The “Me and You” (7.08)

#51: The Holding Hands (7.08)

#52: The Stepping In (7.09)

#53: The Holding Hands pt. 2 (7.09)

#54: The Side Eye (7.09)

#55: The Mow Down (7.09)

#56: The Smile (7.09)

#57: The Arm (7.10)

#58: The Push (7.10)

#59: The Collaboration (7.10)

#60: The Hug (7.10)

#61: The Enemies-To-Friends (7.10)

#62: The Cat (7.10)

#63: The Everything!! (7.12)

#64: The Montage (7.12)

#65: The "We Gonna Win Today?" (7.12)

#66: The "What's That Smile?" (7.12)

#67: The Pretzels (7.12)

#68: The "Just A Little More" (7.12)

#69: The Sleeping (7.12)

#70: The Owing (7.12)

#71: The Rounds (7.12)

#72: The “Think We Can?” (7.12)

#73: The Fall (7.12)

#74: The Candlelit Dinner (7.12)

#75: The Proposal (7.12)

#76: The “…Together” (7.12)

#77: The Wakefulness (7.12)

#78: The Eight (7.12)

#79: The Great Plan (7.12)

#80: The Flirting (7.12)

#81: The Deer (7.12)

#82: The Ride or Die (7.12)

#83: The Embrace (7.12)

#84: The Collecting (7.12)

#85: The Heart to Heart (7.12)

#86: The "I Can't Lose You" (7.12)

#87: The “I Can Lose You” (7.12)

#88: The “You Led Me Here” (7.12)

#89: The Cat pt. 2 (7.12)

#90: The “Few More Days” (7.12)

#91: The Package Deal (7.15)

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#95: The Showdown (7.16)

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touchofgoddotworld · 6 months

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Come As You Are (218) - November 4 2023

Play on other Podcast Apps A child comes home to his or her parents, their clothes full of mud as they were playing with friends in the world. The door of the family’s home is wide open, never closed to those seeking rescue. The loving parents, so pleased to see their child made it home, love on their child by giving them a hot bath and a shower. The parents then feed their child a hot meal so…

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#christ #come as you are #come to jesus in sin #father #god #Jesus #Psalm 16:7-9 #Psalm 31:10 #Psalm 31:19-20 #Psalm 31:23-24 #Revelation 3:20 #sinful in front of jesus #yahweh #yeshua

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rosesaints · 11 months

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help wanted ! chapter one.

pairing: miguel o’hara / f!reader summary: a chance encounter after your life falls apart leads to some unexpected consequences. rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: unprotected sex, age difference, pet names, size kink, public sex series masterlist / next chapter

Thousands of dollars in debt later, you were officially graduating from college one degree hotter–-that’s right, for one, blazing moment of glory, you got to gloat about your fancy new degree on social media and flaunt your newfound education to all of your followers, popping champagne and exchanging clueless smiles with the other soon-to-be alumni in your graduating class as if you all spent even a single dime actually learning something useful.

Nevermind the fact that over half of your followers were meddling friends of your parents from your hometown’s PTA, insistent vultures that kept tabs on you from afar despite your repeated pleas that no, Sharon, you did not want to date her deadbeat son, no matter how good you claim he is at Madden. The point was, you had a tight and secure future within grasp.

You were coming out of college with an engagement ring, a spotless portfolio, and an impeccable internship, courtesy of your fiancé and a little help from his family. Your beloved sat in the stands of your university’s stadium at graduation, alongside his family and yours, the very picture of spotless suburban perfection straight off the pages of Good Housekeeping. You let yourself smile and believe that this was it.

Dear god, how could you have been so clueless?

You met your fiancé during your first year of college at a required gen-ed, while he served as a Teacher’s Assistant, three years your senior. At the time, like a fool, you let the red flags pass you by. He was attractive, ridiculously unattainable, and somehow you maintained his interest. Six months of dating passed you by, and suddenly you were moving into his place and agreeing to a joint bank account at the mature age of 19.

Slowly, you let him take over your life and for all that you gave to him, he still wasn’t satisfied. Nevermind the fact that you were completely–emotionally, physically, financially–dependent on him, he had to drive the knife so much deeper into you.

It sears and burns the pits of your stomach–your future coming aflame right in front of you.

The evidence was littered all over the entryway of your shared apartment with your fiancé. Kitten heels that were two sizes too small for you, a tacky, blue color reminiscent of ones you wore to Disneyland as a child. You imagined her prancing about your doorway in those heels, giggling like a little teenager as your fiancé murmured words of affirmation into her ear, “ yes, I made sure she left before you came over, she’ll never even know–-” putting her shoes in the place where your shoes usually rest.

On the counter, an equally tasteless purse. It was all just so insulting.

From your spot in the kitchen, you could hear, clear as day, her pathetic little mewls and praises and the way your stupid, stupid fiancé would pant loudly right before he was about to finish. Looking back, you had no idea why you let that slide.

Your fists clench at your sides.

The clock kept ticking on the wall across from you. 9:06 PM . Only six hours after your graduation, after he pushed you off towards your parents and insisted on you having the night off with them. Your parents had gushed and remarked how lucky you were, how truly blessed to have such a thoughtful and kind partner.

For one moment, you deliberated upon the next best course of action. You imagined several scenarios in your head. Your first instinct was to barge in sobbing, yelling words of betrayal and anguish at your partner, hurling that ugly blue purse of that wench’s at his face and reveling in the tragedy of it all. Your next instinct was to get his parents on FaceTime and show them what a little bitch their son was.

Suffice to say, you decided upon the latter and things, decidedly, did not go very well.

From there, it was a blur of screaming, crying, and yelling, from all parties involved. Blue kitten heels girl began covering herself up upon your entry, covering her face in shame as your fiancé started panicking and scrambling to get his shit together, clearly shocked by your early arrival. His parents were blowing up your phone’s speaker as he urged his side piece to leave and let him explain.

An hour later, you were out on the streets with your belongings.

Apparently, he had been waiting for a proper time to break up with you for the past few months, some unintelligible nonsense about how the spark just isn’t there anymore, you’re just… not fun anymore and how he felt taken advantage of and only felt like you were using him. Nevermind the dubious way in which you met while you were a freshman and he was some upperclassman blowing through his trust fund, giving you attention only to take it away hastily.

You ended up moving back to your parents’ place with no money, no prospects, and no friends. Whatever friends you had at the beginning of your relationship with your ex-fiancé were long gone–the consequence of having a partner who insisted that they were all you needed. In hindsight, you realize that his insistence on staying in and watching movies with pizza instead of going out with your friends were not actually all that romantic. He mostly sat on his phone while he scolded you for even considering going out.

Your fall from grace became well documented on your parents’ social media, as your mother regretfully laments how her precious baby girl lost it all and was forced to move back home with her tail between her legs. It just made the sting of losing everything all the more worse. Your mother’s friends no longer slid into your DMs with their sons’ contact info.

Several days in your childhood bedroom were spent watching rom-coms and throwing various objects at the screen, decrying false promises of eternal love and pointing out the stupidity in so many of the main characters. It was actually quite therapeutic. You let your hair remain unkempt and your room to pile up with takeout orders, courtesy of the engagement ring you had pawned off in a fit of rage after the breakup.

Your ex’s texts about the whereabouts of said ring was your future self’s problem.

On the tenth day of your self-isolation, your mother had had enough and barged into your room, opening all your curtains and dragging you out of bed to join breakfast with the rest of the family. You knew that this discussion was coming, dreading the inevitable conversation where your parents poked and prodded you for information about your next job. Your student loan bills were waiting, despite blocking it out and pretending they didn’t exist.

The energy in the dining room was tense and strained, silence hanging thick in the air as you prepared a bowl of cereal. Your parents looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to come up with a brilliant proclamation that you were going to move out of their house. Instead, you let the silence hang thicker in the air, awkward silence stretching impossibly long.

Finally, your mother cleared her throat. “So–-”

“I’m heartbroken,” The half-rehearsed statement dripped lazily off the tip of your tongue before she could continue further, as you took a spoonful of stale cereal. “I just need more time to recover.”

“We don’t doubt that at all, sweetheart, you take all the time in the world that you need,” Your mother exchanged a nervous glance with your father before continuing. “But we thought it would be beneficial for you to… get out of the house for a little bit. Maybe try running some errands with me or helping out around the neighborhood? There’s a new family that moved in next door, the O’Hara’s, and I believe that they’re looking for a babysitter! Think about how impressed they’ll be with your fancy degree!”

“As wonderful as that sounds, like I said, I’m just not ready.” Glancing back down at your bowl to avoid your parents’ gazes, you couldn’t help but swallow down the disappointment that threatened to overcome you. Your degree was now being relegated to a babysitting gig. You feel small, like a child being scolded at dinnertime. The rest of breakfast was a relatively fast and uneventful affair, save for the pitiful looks being thrown your way.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

More days pass, and for the most part, your parents have eased off your back. Your feelings towards your engagement had soured and festered the longer you stayed within your room, and your fingers itched to call an old flame from high school and get the rebound stage out of the way, but you didn’t know if you could handle that amount of shame in such a small period of time.

Two glasses of wine pushed you to hastily get ready on a Friday night (stirred by the shame of how quickly you became buzzed), you resigned to finally get out of the house and do some prowling around your hometown. There were only five legitimate places to go at night around the area, only two of which you’d deem acceptable, as in, trashy and good for dancing. The time it took for you to decide on an outfit came close to being embarrassing, but you ultimately decided on a short, skimpy dress that you were sure to attract some eyes.

A little ego boost certainly wouldn’t hurt your predicament at the moment, as you applied some dark lipstick and shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids. You hadn’t gotten ready on this scale for such a long time, as a result of your ex rarely allowing you out, and the experience only furthered the uninhibited spirit you hoped to exude tonight.

One last glance at the mirror, and you smiled. Dressed to kill, indeed.

Fifteen minutes later and your Uber drops you off at the steps of a dingy and busy nightclub. Too late to back out now, you thought, as you hastily pulled the hem of your dress down, avoiding the furtive gazes of some people you knew from high school standing close by the entrance.

Some trendy pop song was blasting at full volume as you walked in, bass reverting immediately throughout your skull, as you giggled and made your way to the bar. You ignored the fact that the last time you had taken a Fireball shot was during your freshman year, and you resolved to remedy that, ignoring the searing burn down your throat as you finished your first shot of many for the night.

Slowly, but surely, you got reckless.

You lost yourself soon in the swirling vortex of bodies, moving in synchrony with the next trashy song that had been queued up, dancing with strangers all around you with no mind to the way your dress rode up to expose more of your thighs, thin spaghetti straps slowly coming down your shimmering shoulders.

Across the room, in the midst of dancing, you caught someone’s eyes. His gaze locked onto yours, as if daring you to look away. Look away, little girl. A small smile played at his lips, as if daring you to look away from those intense, almost dark black eyes eyes that you swore gleamed red in the lights of the club. Tall, brooding, and definitely older than you. He wore a tailored button-up that perfectly accentuated his downright criminal waist (swallowing down the immature jealousy that rose in your chest) and the broad expanse of his shoulders, seemingly dwarfing the people close to him at the bar in comparison.

Striking and distinctive from everyone else you had seen at that point, he was just the right remedy for the night.

Foolishly, you maintained his gaze under half-lidded eyes, beckoning him to come closer, closer, just a little bit. Catch me if you can. One raise of his eyebrow, watching as he downed another shot, and you were game.

Mustering up the confidence of your glory days, you swayed and shook your hips to the current song that blasted through the speakers, mesmerized as he began coming your way with confident, almost arrogant steps.

Taller, almost towering over you as he looked down at you from underneath long lashes, a small smile still playing at his lips. “You don’t look like you’re from around here, hermosa .”

“Oh? I could say the same for you.”

Under closer inspection, you could see that a five o'clock shadow adorned his defined jaw, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise clean-cut appearance. His hair, jet-black and sleek, screams business, accentuating the contours of his face in the red and purple lights, while a few rebellious strands occasionally fall across his forehead. Even in the midst of a heavy dance floor, his hair remained almost meticulously in place, a testament to his unwavering composure. He did not look like someone who would frequent this part of town at this time of night, but all the better for you.

Impulsively, you reached up and locked your hands around his lean neck, starting to rock and move along with him to the music, ignoring the goosebumps that overcame your skin as he started running his rough, calloused hands down your waist, down to the small of your back.

You didn’t mind it one bit, finding yourself leaning into his touch with impressive ease. “What’s your name?”

“Miguel.”

Your smile grew deeper.

Feeling his hands begin to explore farther down, taking more initiative, taking control. Letting him set the pace as you both plunged deeper into the night, giggling and spinning as Miguel hummed lowly into your ear, hot breaths fanning your face.

Your senses were overloaded by the smell of him; bergamot and crisp green leaves, patchouli and vetiver. It was intoxicating.

One of you leaned in first after what seemed like hours of orbiting each other’s faces, looking down at your lips, glancing up at his dark eyes; there was a blur of movement and all you could focus on was his hand around your throat, one around your cheeks, cupping you like delicate china and kissing you deeply, truly. There was no one else but him, at that moment.

Pulling away, briefly, as he lets out a low chuckle. “Keep your eyes on me, hermosa.”

He nudged your thighs apart with his impossibly large legs, holding your chin with one hand as the other slowly traversed your waist. “Do you want this, cariño ?” He had murmured lowly into the shell of your ear as he continued to rock your body with his, forcing you to move exactly to his rhythm. Here you were, straddling and riding the line of public indecency in the middle of your hometown bar. Of course, you wanted it.

You wanted it so, so bad.

Miguel’s hands traveled back down to the small of your back and before you could even think twice, the words were tumbling out of your lips and onto his attentive ears, “What do you say we leave this dance floor and go somewhere else?”

His hand was so much larger than yours as he led you out of the middle of the bar, looking back at you every so often as if to make sure you didn’t disappear. He felt like your secret, your own treasure, all yours.

It was well past 2 AM at that point, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as he pressed you up against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, giggling, and asking if he even locked the door. He hummed in response to your neck, indifferent, before licking a searing stripe up your neck to bite the lobe of your ear and you moaned, nails clutching his white button-up like a lifeline.

Dear god, he was gonna eat you alive.

Rough, calloused fingers made its way underneath your dress and the room suddenly felt a lot hotter as he grinned wolfishly at what he found beneath. “My, my, my. Who’s got you all excited like this?

“You, Miguel,” You wanted him to fuck you now, fuck you fast and hard. “Only you.”

“So good,” His voice dropped an octave. “Good girls like you deserve a reward, hm?

You could only nod as you felt the pads of his fingers trace your hipbone and then squeeze your thigh, waiting in anticipation as he finally hovered one finger close to where you needed him the most, so fucking warm and wet and eager for him. “Jesus christ, you’re soaked. Wanna make you feel good. Do you wanna feel good ? Use your words, you can do it.”

Empty pleas and whines escaped your lips as he laughed, almost cruelly if it wasn’t so goddamn hot, teasing and rubbing you through the soft fabric of your underwear. Miguel pushed the fabric aside like it was nothing and suddenly he was pushing in, until one finger was completely buried inside you. Hot, you felt so fucking hot .

You shuddered and looked over his shoulder at the mirror, and the scene in front of you was just downright criminal, moaning, despite yourself. His back seemed to ripple in his white button-up, muscles tensing as he worked your body exactly how you needed him to. He used the opportunity to add an extra finger to your sopping wet pussy, murmuring low praises and Spanish in your ear.

His palm applied rough pleasure to your clit as he began to suck and bite at your neck while you whimper, completely at his mercy. You can still feel him chuckling into your skin. “What do you want chica?”

“Want you—Want you so bad, Miguel, need you to fuck me.”

“You’ll let me take you in this bathroom right now?” Miguel tutted. “What a filthy, nasty girl you are.”

You roll your hips faster onto his hand, chasing what you were so close to. Heated and heavy under his gaze, squeezing your eyes shut as you came, him letting you ride out your high until you were panting and recovering from your orgasm. Filthy.

As the haze starts to dissipate from your vision, you take a moment to look at him. Miguel brings his fingers to his lips and moans . You’re —looking at him with wide, expectant eyes. You’re hanging onto every one of his actions with your desperation dripping off his fingers. “Got you all ready, cariño. You ready?”

Nodding, you watch as he slowly positions you to bend over the cold, porcelain sink, nerves coming on fire as you watch the scene across from you in the mirror. Miguel’s a mess—and you are too, hair in a flurry around your shoulder, dress at the verge of ruin, just barely hanging on but what you can’t stop focusing on is his heated gaze, pupils blown wide and looking down at you with something akin to hunger. Your throat tightens when he grazes his fingers over his hard dick through his pants, slowly unzipping and revealing himself to you. Getting dizzy as he peers at you through dark lashes, stroking his cock as if appraising your reaction.

“You’re so big,” you murmur despite yourself, and Miguel sighs, so hard and hot as you reach out and wrap your fingers around it, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I need you inside me right now.”

(You’re not sure if you’ll be able to take him—all of him—but you still want it bad, so bad you could taste it.)

Time slows to a crawl as he spits onto his cock, spits on your clit and begins pressing the head of his cock to your entrance, other hand slithering around your waist to begin his attack on your clit again. Skin to skin, messy and filthy, and you couldn’t have asked for more.

“You’re gonna feel me in your stomach, dulzura , ” Miguel’s low voice seemed to echo in the tiny bathroom, words weighing heavily on your shoulders. Was it a promise or a threat? “No turning back now.” God, you wouldn’t even dream of it.

When he pushes the throbbing length of his cock forward, it feels like something within you has shattered, both of you moaning in perfect unison, pupils blown wide and crooning under his touch. He’s barely in yet and you’re gritting your teeth, it’s like you didn’t just cum a few minutes ago.

Miguel watches you struggle to keep your moans contained, has to gloat as you melt around his cock. “You like watching me stretch it out, don’t you? Say it.”

You can only babble helplessly in response. “Yes, yes—yes, please, God—”

When he pulls his cock all the way out, it feels like a breath you’ve been holding has been released. And then he’s plunging back into you, fucking you harder, fucking you faster, and you can see the way your pussy starts dripping around him uncontrollably, one orgasm blending into the other, squeezing your eyes shut—

You feel a rough hand cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at the mess you made in the mirror. “Don’t look away.” He slips in deeper, so sensitive, and you can hear him groaning from above you, just a constant flurry of Spanish, praises, and oh Gods.

All you can do is bend over the sink and take it as he pounds into you unrelentingly, fingers stimulating your clit ceaselessly. It’s so intense and your pussy squeezes around him, only asking for more.

Your breath fogs up the mirror as you whine and Miguel gets more careless, growing wild from above you. Can’t give up on pulling back, and pushing back in, determined to give you all he has. And then—the curve of his cock hits just right and you’re splitting in two, tip reaching that sweet and delicate part of yourself not even your fingers could reach, and suddenly he’s pulling out and cumming, pulsating as he strokes his dick above your back, massaging your hips. You took it so well, you were so good, mi hermosa.

The world around you blurs into insignificance, as you and Miguel slowly come down from your highs.

You relish in the warmth and the silence, heavy breaths mixing with his as you look in the mirror to meet his gaze. For a moment, the world stills.

And then he turns you around to sit facing him on the sink, and you wonder how his smile is so sharp, a menacing row of perfect white teeth as he nuzzles your neck, brushing his teeth on the skin. By now, your body must be littered in bruises and love bites, but somehow, you don’t mind.

The both of you recollect your senses side by side, and you let him slip the spaghetti straps of your dress back up to your shoulders—which you’re sure is falling apart, but who cares?---let him tug the dress down your thighs, ignoring the warmth that spreads when he kisses you once more. “Gorgeous.”

Smiling wide when he rests his hand onto the small of your back yet again as he guides you out of the bathroom, ignoring the one or two people that have been waiting in line outside the bathroom. You feel like you’re on top of the world. He holds you in his chest as you wait for the cab that he’s picked up for you by the side of the street, his chin resting on top of your head. You feel safe, you feel warm, and you want to stay in this moment forever.

As the cab arrives, he’s careful to guide you into the back, kissing the back of your hand as he lets you go. “Sweet dreams, cariño .”

You wake up in your room in one piece, having effortlessly snuck back in without bringing attention from your parents. God knows what they would’ve done if they had seen you in your current state, looking like the losing end of a brawl. As you inspect the damage in the mirror, you can’t help but smile. The bruises will darken and likely become sore in the days to come, but that was an otherworldly experience.

There’s a pep in your step as you saunter into the kitchen, greeting your parents with the most cheerful of good mornings, ignoring how they glance at each other with optimism as they watch you fill up a cup of coffee for yourself. It was going to be a good morning, you could feel it.

Your mother, always the opportunist, takes the time to clear her throat. “Honey, I mentioned this before, but the O’Haras next door, well, Gabi is this cutest little five year old–you know, the one who always rolls her soccer ball into our backyard–anyway, his old babysitter can’t work any more days next week and he’s asking if we can help.”

The cheery mood in the room sours just slightly, and gears are turning in your head about how to best let your mother down. But then she hits you with a scalding look that says, we’ve given you enough time. Go be a dear.

“Of course, mom,” You relent, sighing in your chair as you take a sip of your coffee. How bad could it be? You had seen Gabi learning how to ride a bike or kick a soccer ball around during a few occasions down the block, seeing the vague outline of her dad coaching and directing her. They seemed harmless enough. “I’ll pop in after breakfast.”

Your parents flash you a megawatt smile. “Great!”

That’s how you found yourself at the front steps outside of the O’Hara house, along with a plate of muffins your mother insisted that you brought along. You fiddled nervously with the collar of your turtleneck. Not even your best concealer could cover up the marks from last night and you had given up altogether, despite the fact that it was 80 degrees out and searing. You just hope that whoever Mr. O’Hara is, he buys into your excuses.

You ring the doorbell with a resigned sigh, mustering up a well-rehearsed smile as you wait.

The door is answered by a little girl, who has to be less than five (you’re not entirely sure, you’ve never really been that good at guessing), gingerly opening the door slightly ajar as she raises an eyebrow at you, your turtleneck, and the plate of blueberry muffins you held. “Can I help you?”

“Hi! Yeah, I’m your neighbor, I live just next door and my mom sent me over to bring these to you guys. You like blueberries, right?” You sneak a peek at the house behind her, curiosity getting the best of you as the small child begins salivating at the sight of the plate. “Is your dad home?”

Big, doe eyes still focused on the muffins, Gabi nods. “Dad! Someone’s here.”

“Gabi, what did I say about opening the door to random strangers—Oh.”

Your heart drops in your chest and you’re hit with the urge to run. It’s Miguel. Miguel is the single father your mother has sent you over to babysit for.

No fucking way.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #oscar isaac #mdni #miguel o'hara smut

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graceandpeacejoanne · 1 year

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Isaiah 25: When Tears Are Wiped Away

Jesus also spoke a number of times of a celebratory feast to be enjoyed with God. #MarriageoftheLamb #Isaiah25 #EveryTearWipedAway

The Lord’s Banquet On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wines, of rich food filled with marrow, of well-aged wines strained clear. Isaiah 25:6 (NRSV) Isaiah foresaw a rich banquet spread for the people of God on God’s holy mountain, much like the feast Moses and the seventy elders attended, and reminiscent of the Lord’s…

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#1 Corinthians 15 #1 corinthians 15:51-56 #1saiah 25:6 #hosea 13:14 #isaiah 25 #isaiah 25:7 #isaiah 25:8 #marriage of the lamb #parabel of the wedding #parable of the bridesmaids #psalm 56:8 #revelation 19:6-9 #revelation 21:4 #Wedding at Cana

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Created by @talesofadragon photos found on Pinterest

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of SA, mentions of child abuse, canon level violence, Bucky and his feelings, possible smut make sure to check each chapter for warnings!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34

Extras: mile high club • Valentine’s Day • mother of my children • Bucky and Lottie ent to the store • all the single ladies • Y/N and Lottie went shopping • Lottie helps Steve train • Lottie wants a husband • big sister/cousin Lottie • dance recital • Bucky and reader as parents • big brother to the rescue • Parents/Avengers • how it started • tee ball • Morning routine •Happy Mother’s Day • Charlotte at school • older Henry and Reader dancing • Steve and reader are besties • Charlotte’s fashion Happy Father’s Day • Morning routine pt 2 • Protective Charlotte • egg cracking prank • toddler talk • big sister • big brother • Lottie will C U Next Time • a regular day at the Barnes home • Glitter Bomb • 🦃Thanksgiving 🦃 • Lottie’s got jokes • Lottie’s gonna kick some ask • Lottie’s fit check • Henry questions your life choices • Lottie plans to move out one day • Missile Toads 🎄 • 🎄CHRISTMAS🎄 • What Lottie wanted • show and tell/science fair • Don’t look at me like that • big sister cuddled • 🎶Those eyes 🎶 • 💖Valentine's Day 💖 • Hack Job • Potty Mouth • Obstacle Course • Picture Day •Big Brother 2 • Happy Birthday Bucky • big bro Henry and baby Barnes • Evil Charlotte • Story time with Bucky • Lunch Thief • Questions • Baby announcement• Mama’s Name

Summary:

For two years Bucky had enjoyed his new found freedom. He could go out whenever he wanted. No one was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. For the first time in a long time Bucky enjoying was falling in love. You had been the one to capture his heart. He was painfully oblivious that you returned his affections but he’d rather be your friend than nothing at all.

You had been new to the Avengers team when Bucky was found. At first you had volunteered to help bring him in but you worried that your abilities to manipulate metal would make him keep his distance. You had been pleasantly surprised when that wasn’t the case. Now with every day that passed you fell more in love with Bucky, you were also unaware of his feeling for you.

After a raid to a hydra detention center and the discovery of hydra’s new test subject, Bucky will have to confront abuse he didn’t know about. He feels like hydra still has control over him and he’s not sure what to do. When Bucky fell from the train hydra took away his chance at love and a family, now they’ve basically forced it on him. The new revelation with force him make choices he never knew he would have to make, he only hopes he can do the right thing.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x enchanced!reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter solider #bucky barnes #dad!bucky barnes #dad!bucky Barnes x reader

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