#where do y'all congregate.

[feralgirlfeelings]

love having fellow woc followers. literally giggling and twirling my hair!! feels like one big slumber party

#where are the woc miguel o'hara enjoyers #where do y'all congregate. #let me join PLS #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel ohara

[munson-blurbs]

hi ^^ can you do best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head ?? like she’s so curious how it all works and i feel like eddie would be so vocal omg like so instructional while trying to keep his cool lol

I know this trope has been done a lot, so I hope y'all enjoy my take on it 💚

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m!receiving), fem!Reader, kinda perv!Eddie, mention of weed, Eddie & Reader are both over 18

WC: 1.8k

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The cafeteria is buzzing with conversation, including the table where you sit amongst the Hellfire boys. Mike and Lucas are arguing over something–you can’t be bothered to pay attention to their constant squabbles anymore–while Dustin is whining about his failing Spanish grade to Gareth and Jeff.

The only ones not talking are you and, surprisingly, Eddie. He’s nibbling on a pretzel, reminding you of one of the bunny rabbits that congregates in your yard. You’re not exactly sure why he’s so quiet, but you take this opportunity to whisper, “Can we go out to your van for a sec?”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion; if you wanted weed from him, you would wait until after school hours to buy. Well, buy wasn’t the right word, considering Eddie always gave you yours for free.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sliding his chair back from the table without bothering to push it back in. If one of the meathead jocks happens to trip over it and twist an ankle before their precious game, that’s not his problem.

You wait until you’re outside, away from anyone who could possibly overhear the absurd request you’re about to make, before you start speaking. “So, um, you know how I have that date tonight? With Mark?” you ask, biting your lower lip nervously. You can taste the strawberry gloss that you’d reapplied after finishing lunch.

Eddie’s already digging through the glove compartment for the baggie he keeps stashed away. “You want some for him, too?” His tone is impatient; irritated, even, as he pulls out the blunt he’s already rolled for you. “Because I only brought one.” For you, he adds silently.

“Wha–oh, no; I didn’t need any weed,” you tell him, shaking your head before dropping your gaze to the gravel beneath your feet. “It’s our third date, and I was thinking he might wanna…y’know…do stuff?” You cringe at the phrasing, but press on. “But I…I don’t really know how.”

“Sweetheart, if you’re confessing your virgin status to me, I already know,” Eddie says with a smirk. “I mean, we’ve been friends for a million years. If you did it and didn’t tell me, I’d be pissed.”

You manage a giggle at his candidness. “Nope, still a virgin,” you report miserably. “And last time, he asked me to give him head, but I told him I had to get home. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t wanna do it wrong.”

Eddie shrugs. “Just don’t use teeth,” he replies casually. “Other than that, there isn’t much you can do wrong.” He starts back towards the school, pausing when he realizes that you’re not by his side. “Look, I don’t have any other tips. I’ve only ever been on the, uh, receiving end of dick sucking.”

“Yeah, well,” you mumble, shoving your hands in your pockets and brushing the toe of your sneaker against the ground, “that’s kinda what I wanted to ask you. I was thinking that maybe I could…practice on you?”

Eddie’s eyes practically pop out of his head. “You…you wanna do what?”

“Forget it. It’s stupid, I’m sorry. Can we never talk about this again?” Tears well up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away before he can notice. What were you thinking? Asking your best friend if you could give him a blowjob?

“Hey, no, I just wanted to make sure that’s what you meant.” He smiles, letting his hand graze yours. “Do you mind…in my van?”

You nod, returning his smile with your own shy one. “Um, yeah. I mean, no, I don’t mind. I can give you head in your van.” 

Eddie swallows a lump in his throat, opening the back door and helping you inside. He lays down on the shag carpet–the one you always tease him about–and pats his thigh. “C’mon over.” He watches as you timidly straddle his waist, trying not to sit down on his lap. “You’re not gonna crush me, y’know,” he jokes lightly. “And even if you did, s’not like I’d be mad about it.”

You hesitate but ultimately let yourself rest on him; immediately, his cock starts to stiffen, and you pull back. “Shit, I-”

“S’okay,” Eddie says, tilting his head. He’s not about to let you know that this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten him hard; just the first time you know about. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Fingers fumbling with his belt, you pull on the strip of leather until the shiny metal clasp unhooks from its notch. He undoes the silver button on his pants but lets you tug his zipper down until you get a glimpse of his blue-and-white checked boxers. “Can I take these off?” you ask.

“Y-Yeah, ‘course,” he stutters, sitting back on his elbows to give you more leverage. You have to keep yourself from gawking at his hardened length as it rests against his Iron Maiden shirt, tip leaking a pearly bead of pre-cum. He mistakes your awe for nerves, and he quickly adds, “if you changed your mind, I’m not gonna be mad or anything–”

“No,” you shake your head. “I just d-don’t know where to start.”

Relief visibly floods his body. “I like being teased a little. Like, kissing it or licking it–holy fucking shit.” His train of thought is abruptly cut off when your tongue flattens against the base of his shaft, dragging upwards until you reach the head. His lithe fingers grab onto the collar of your cotton t-shirt, twisting the fabric around them just to steady himself. 

“Like that?” you ask, giving him eyes that are far too innocent for someone who just coated his dick with her saliva. 

“J-Jus’ like that,” Eddie nods, gripping your shirt tighter as your lips brush against his length with tiny, measured pecks. “And then you’ll wanna–fuck–wanna focus on the tip. Wrap your lips around it, there you go.” His toes curl as you lower your mouth, licking at the saltiness. “Make, like, circles w-with your tongue.” 

You do as he says, feeling him twitch against your parted lips. A wanton moan escapes him, and it’s music to your ears. A sign that you’re doing something right. 

“When you’re ready—Jesus H. Christ, your mouth feels s’fucking good—hollow out your cheeks and kinda…glide down? I dunno, all the blood is rushing to my dick right now.”

You blanche as you reposition yourself, glancing at his girth. “Eddie, I…I don’t think I can fit all of you in my mouth.”

His fingernails could tear through your shirt with the grip he has. “Shit, y-you can’t say that. Actually, you can. Tell me how fuckin’ big I am, baby.”

Baby. You try not to let this new pet name distract you as you say, “you’re huge, Eddie. I won’t be able to take it.”

“Yeah? Gonna choke on my cock?” Eddie growls, momentarily forgetting his role as oral sex tutor. “S-Sorry. Um, if you can’t, you can use your hand to help you out.”

“Okay,” you nod, crouching back down. One hand rests on his thigh while the other wraps around the base of his dick. He hisses at your touch, and you smile despite the butterflies in your stomach. 

“M-Might help if you spit on it. My, um, my dick.”

The trail of saliva drips down until it reaches his wiry patch of pubic hair. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few more times for good measure before opening your mouth a bit wider and bringing your head down. 

“Thassit, keep doin’ that. Don’t worry about getting it all; jus’ do what you can.” His knees tremble as you move a bit faster. “You can do the t-tongue thing when you come back up. I really like that, fuck.” 

You want to ask about the pace: is it too fast? Too slow? But when you lift your gaze to meet his—your lips still on his length—he lets out a whimper. A fucking whimper. 

“Yes, look at me, baby. Look at me while you blow me,” he pants. “Wanna see your cute little mouth stuffed full of my cock.” And if that wasn’t enough, what he says next could stop a bullet in mid-air: “You’re better than I ever imagined.”

That’s enough to warrant you to ask a follow-up question, and Eddie could cry when you pull away. “You imagined this?”

“Mhm,” he squeaks out. “Wanted you f’so long. Please just keep going. Please don’t stop.”

So you don’t. You find your rhythm, using his groans and twitches to find what he really likes. It’s messy and different but so fucking right. 

“Hnng, baby, ‘m gonna cum. You might wanna—”

But you shake your head gently, not wanting to break the momentum you’ve built. You lock eyes with him, silently telling him that it’s okay.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You can spit it out if you don't wanna swallow, pretty girl. B-but ‘m about to c-cum—fucking shit!” You take as much of him as you can until you start to gag, and you feel his hot release hit the back of your throat. It’s a lot; much more than you’d anticipated, but you swallow it all. 

Eddie stares at you incredulously, momentarily speechless. “Did you just…?”

“Was I not supposed to?” The intimacy of it only dawns on you now. He’s just teaching you, and now you’re going on a date with someone after swallowing his cum. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

He barks out a laugh. “Do not apologize for that. Just wasn’t expecting it.” He sits all the way up, adjusting his softening dick and re-fastening his pants. “So…that’s how you give a blowjob. Any questions?”

There’s an awkward silence as you contemplate, ultimately deciding to ask. I mean, you’d just performed oral sex on him; he could answer a measly personal question. 

“When you said you wanted me for so long…did you mean that? Or were you just saying it?”

Eddie’s gaze is suddenly glued to the van floor. “Look, you’re with Mark now. I can’t…”

“Did. You. Mean. It?” You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for his response. 

He relents after a moment. “Yes, I meant it. I’ve had this big, stupid crush on you, but I kept making excuses not to ask you out, and then you got with Mark—”

You cut his rant short with a clumsy kiss, noses hitting each other as you press your lips to his. You stumble a bit and he catches you, bringing his hands to your hips. “I have a big, stupid crush on you, too,” you admit, “but I figured you would’ve asked me out if you felt the same way.”

This time, Eddie kisses you, soft and sweet. “I can taste myself on your lips,” he murmurs into you. One finger grazes your pants button. “Do me a favor?”

“Yes, I’ll cancel with Mark,” you say, teasing but truthful. 

“I mean, you fuckin’ better,” he laughs, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I need you to lie down f’me.”

Your brow creases. “Why?”

“A gentleman always returns the favor.”

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#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic

[morbinn]

#that byler poll blog acting like everyone who is weirded out by the whole deal of the account is the crazy one is soooo

bc how are you gonna say youre exploring their characters in an age appropriate manner and then post a poll where it asks if they like to slap each others faces with their... yeah. just reeks of being on a high horse because "fiction is fiction yes I am a progressive because I like aging up kids for the purpose of masturbation and everyone else who disagrees is a fandom cop or a conservative or homophobic"

like believe me I am insane about Byler. I'm not even against the fact that they would probably do sexual things together Because theyre teenagers! But when you make a whole blog dedicated to it, with the banner being their season 3 appearances and letting all sorts of people apply their kinks to these guys that definitely Should Not be written about kids in Detail, your facade of being a smart little progressive Be Gay Do Crimes falls the fuck apart.

Like no you can't call everyone who doesn't like it homophobic or a conservative or a puritan, and you certainly shouldn't say that fiction doesn't affect reality. There are so many examples of fiction like Drawings and Literature affecting our every day lives. Propaganda is fiction! The reason why people think rabbits can eat carrots is because of fiction! You can't sit here on your high horse and tell people that fiction is fiction and that it's just ~character exploration~ in an ~age appropriate manner~ and then Fifty Shades of Grey the two.

Like looking at the polls these people make up is just. Wow. Age appropriate huh. There is no way they aren't aware that there Are people who are Weird About Kids, and having a blog like that will just cultivate the wrong kind of environment! No matter what you keep repeating! You can write your weird porn about the 15 year olds, I can't stop you, nobody can, but don't make a platform where all sorts of people can congregate around the idea of two teenagers doing sexual shit. Especially since in a recent poll, 80% of the people who voted were adult bylers. Y'all r nasty. Block and report that account. You know the one

#byler #stranger things

[ssahotchnerr]

aftermath;

the consequences or aftereffects of a significant unpleasant event.

part 1 cw; begins right after 5x10, mentions of death, grieving, mention of food/alcohol

a/n; buckle up!! get ready for slowburn, angst, and everything that comes in between!!!!! AND AHH my first series!! i hope y'all enjoy <3 please feel free let me know all your thoughts as we embark on this journey together! this part is more background based before we really dive in - it's very important to the overall plot!

series masterlist | masterlist | wc; 1.7k

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haley was a stranger. to you, at least.

you've encountered her once, maybe twice, but only in passing. the two of you had never a full conversation, just merely acknowledged each other's presence as appropriate. it was as insignificant as any basic encounter one would have on the street, but you remembered it clearly, almost too vividly. you deemed it as a result of recent occurrences, or hotch's current leave of absence, but the memory wouldn't stop repeating itself over and over again in your mind.

dinner parties at rossi's were common. if the ever so thoughtful serial killers allowed for it and granted a weekend off, the team would congregate at dave's. dave would make whatever grand Italian dish he had up his sleeves, the lot of you would bring appetizers, and then enjoy a night of relaxation together, as those with normal lives would. when you first joined the bau, over a year ago now, you hadn't expected a dynamic similar to this. former colleagues of yours were distant, cold, and treated personal lives as a taboo. they didn't want to be on friendly terms, they refused to be.

an outsider would call these dinners team bonding, previously you would, and while that could be true, that's not what it was exactly. it was a family affair, you all were family.

and as a result, it only made sense jack had a standing invitation. along with will, henry, sometimes kevin.

you could picture jack running around the backyard, kicking around a soccer ball. it was after dinner, and you could vaguely hear hotch calling out to him, reminding him to slow down as they had just ate. that night, jack had been so lively with energy, completely oblivious to the horrors of the world. if you could go back in time, you would do anything in your power to conserve that for him. no one that young should face what he had, no one should regardless. like this particular memory, you couldn't shake the solemn expression glued on his face at haley's funeral, nor the image of him hoisted on hotch's side, saying their final goodbyes at the cemetery. you could only guess, but you believed that while he didn't understand what exactly had occurred, he knew his mom was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

it was strange, that haley was gone, you had just seen her not too long ago. there was also a distinct shift in the world, it seemed. like everything would no longer be the same.

it was a few weeks before she and jack had to go into isolation, that night at dave's, and haley had picked up jack. she greeted everyone as she entered the backyard, where you were all frequenting the back patio, a friendly smile on her face. forced or genuine, you didn't know. jack excitedly ran up to her, not hesitating to launch himself into her arms. as he did so, hotch slowly approached her, before they sauntered off to the side, exchanging quiet words. you were too far away to hear, which was fine, it wasn't your place to anyway. but that didn't mean you couldn't see them.

you hadn't meant to stare, but something about hotch had piqued your interest; you couldn't tear your sight away from him even if you tried.

it was the look in his eyes. the expression on his face.

hotch never showed emotions, genuine emotions, as everyone and anyone knew. not in the office, not in the field, and they were tame in the instances of family dinners, going out for drinks, etc.. while he was more laidback, he still had a professionalism about him.

this was different, and maybe it was the profiler in you, but you knew what it was. it was clear.

he still loved haley, probably no less than the day he had first fallen for her. his face had softened, his body language was indicating he wanted to move closer, but his better judgement and feet refused to let him. he didn't break eye contact once, his eyes longing for something, but there was also an acceptance in them.

this was want she wanted, and so, he was giving it to her. hotch wasn't happy, but he would stop at nothing to make sure she was. his expression, you then realized, was a ghost of his past; a past love that had faltered. you had tried to imagine the two of them, young and in love.

suddenly you found yourself wishing that somehow, they would find a resolution, a way to make things work. if hotch was one thing to go off of, what they had was as real as love could possibly get, a love only the luckiest of people can encounter. you found yourself wishing that someday, someone would look at you the way hotch looked at haley.

as you tried to sleep at night, this memory blocked any possibility of sleeping.

you hurt for their family of three, despite not knowing any of them very well. again, you've only encountered haley, but found yourself wishing you had gotten to know her. maybe it would help you understand.

jack; he's always been polite to you, in the few times you had seen him. you hoped it wouldn't take long for the liveliness to enter him again, if it was gone. he was too young.

but hotch, you found yourself hurting for him the most.

maybe it was because you had witnessed such a moment between him and haley. part of you felt guilty for it, as it wasn't your moment to take. but your heart ached for him; you were aching for his aching heart. you couldn't imagine how he must've felt; the aftermath he had no choice but to face.

she had been the one for him. the one. from what you've been told, she was his high school sweetheart, the one he pictured himself being with forever. they had agreed; through sickness and in health, til death do we part. when they stood there and vowed that very thing, they had no idea. no idea that parting would come sooner as opposed to later, in the most horrific way imaginable.

you would never forget the sight of him, crumbled on the ground as derek pulled him away from foyet. it was a foreign sight to see, hotch at his breaking point. part of you thought that maybe, he wasn't capable of breaking.

you knew you weren't the only one- worried about him. the entirety of the team was, and rightfully so. everyone was trying to figure out how to navigate this- how to best help him. but hotch was, well, hotch. he didn't seem like the person who accepted help, even if he needed it. it was an unspoken agreement between everyone, the best way to help was give him space, as much as you disliked it. he's always been kind to you, to everyone, granting assistance and more whenever needed- no matter what the situation entailed. didn't he deserve the same? didn't he need the same?

you couldn't shake the uneasiness in your chest, it was a different kind of feeling, and it was buried within you. it didn't want to resurface, but it was making its presence evidently known.

you didn't even know hotch that well; you barely knew him. so why?

whatever it was, it kept you up at night, tossing and turning until the sun was peeking over the horizon, announcing a new day. recently, the sunrise has lost its beauty, you found it rather mocking.

another day full of unknowns was about to begin.

-

"hey," you offered penelope a weak smile as you entered the bullpen, stifling a yawn. "morning."

"here sunshine," penelope handed her own cup of coffee over to you without a second thought. "you look like you need this way more than i do."

you graciously accepted, breathing in it's sweet aroma as you began to head to your desk, "this better do the trick. i could fall asleep standing up right now, honestly."

"oh, believe me, it will," penelope chucked softly, linking her arm with yours as she walked alongside you. "there's about four espresso-"

"wait," you interrupted as you stopped in your tracks, your gaze locked in front of you. "hotch is back?"

sure enough the door to his office was open, the lights on. the blinds were still drawn, but you could make out his silhouette behind them, seated at his desk. no, it was too soon.

"he's back." she confirmed, a sigh escaping her lips. "he got here about an hour ago.

"but it's been..." you stammered, shaking your head as you voiced your thoughts. "it's too soon."

"good luck telling him that," penelope's voice lowered softly, a sorrowfulness falling overtop, "but maybe, this is just what he needs."

silence fell overtop of you, your mind spinning. the past few days, what had happened was the talk of the bullpen, meaning everyone's opinions were surfacing. some believed hotch wouldn't come back, on account of jack. some believed he would at some point, in a matter of months, maybe even years. it was common knowledge that strauss had gone to talk to him, but the outcome of the conversation was unknown. would she tell him not to come back? would she convince him not to if he were merely questioning it?

it didn't make sense, but it made complete sense. of course, he would return. this was him, this was who he was. but you couldn't bring yourself to understand.

"is he okay?" you quietly wondered aloud, your voice being nearly drowned out by all the other sounds in the room. you knew she wouldn't have the answer, no one did, except the person you were referring to. and what did he believe? did he even think he was? was he actually ever going to be?

"i don't know, i really don't." she sighed, "but... he and haley were separated for a while, maybe... i don't know. maybe he doesn't need much time."

the spitting image of hotch gazing at haley filled your mind, almost taking you by surprise from the abruptness.

you could only shake your head at penelope's words, placing your belongings down.

no, you didn't believe that for a second. you refused to.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner angst #hotch x reader #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you

[justabigassnerd]

Queen of my Heart

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 2,665

Warnings - mentions of death, alcohol

Song - House of Cards by Tyler Shaw

Summary - Bradley Bradshaw thought it was his destiny to be lonely, thankfully the universe proved him wrong

A/N - I know I originally said I wanted to write a TASM fic based on this song, but whoops I decided to write Rooster instead. Look this song works for him too so I kinda had to a'ight? I'm not sorry. Anyways I'll stop rambling so as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

If there was any feeling Bradley Bradshaw was familiar with, it was loneliness. He lost his father at a young age, being raised by his brilliant mother with the help of Maverick, his stand-in father figure. Then he lost his mum just as he was applying to join the Navy and not long after that he cut all ties with Maverick when he discovered he pulled his papers from the naval academy which set him back four years. In becoming an adult, Bradley Bradshaw learnt to rely on no one but himself. However, despite Rooster’s familiarity with the feeling, he couldn’t help but resent it. After reconciling with Maverick and finding a team who quickly became his second family, he thought his lonely feelings would dissipate into the sea breeze, but they lingered, eating away at him as he saw his friends getting partners and having people they could lean on and trust. Over time, Rooster accepted that his fate was to be lonely. He felt like a house of cards, missing a piece and ready to tumble at any moment.

That was until you stumbled into his life.

Rooster was on the beach the day he met you. The rest of Dagger Squad had already congregated inside the Hard Deck, ready to spend their evening getting wasted and betting on games of pool and darts. Rooster wasn’t quite ready to go and be with his friends just yet so took some time alone. The beach was quiet, only a few people walked past where Rooster had chosen to situate himself, barely giving him a second thought as he stared out at the sea from where he was perched on a wall.

“Apollo! Apollo, here boy!” Rooster only just heard the calls before an Alsatian launched itself at him. Propping his front paws on Rooster’s legs and panting happily. It was safe to say the random dog launching itself at him was shocking, but he wasn’t going to complain. He loved dogs and this one wagged its tail happily as Rooster scratched him behind the ears.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. He just yanked the lead out of my hand and took off. You’re not hurt, are you?” Rooster looked up from the dog to the owner and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped at that moment. You were absolutely gorgeous, and he had to force himself to respond before you got more concerned.

“I’m good. He didn’t do much damage. I think he just wanted some cuddles, is that right?” Rooster assures you before turning his attention back to your dog, giving Apollo a scratch under the chin as he barks happily.

“Still, he usually has good recall I have no idea what possessed him to come charging over to you.” You apologise profusely, grabbing Apollo’s collar and gently pulling him off Rooster.

“Like I said, no harm done.” Rooster says with a laugh as you gather the lead up again, Apollo now standing at your side, panting happily as his tail wags side to side.

“I feel bad, is there anything I can do…?” You trail off, realising you don’t know his name.

“Bradley Bradshaw.” He introduces himself, not bothering to give you his callsign.

“I’m y/n l/n. Nice to meet you. But seriously there has to be something I can do to apologise.” You insist, stroking the top of Apollo’s head as you look at Bradley. Your heart was pounding in your chest, initially from the shock of Apollo running off to some random stranger but now you could see who Apollo ran over to your heart was hammering in your chest because of how attractive this man was.

“If you insist on making it up to me, how about you let me buy you a drink? I want to get to know the owner of the dog who decided I was worth running away for.” Rooster says with a smile. If any other man had said that to you, you would’ve been turning tail and getting yourself out of that situation but when you looked at Bradley, you didn’t see that type of man.

“Okay, but only because I want to get to know the man my dog thought was worth bolting away from me for.” You reply with a grin. Rooster didn’t take you to the Hard Deck. He wanted to be able to get to know you without his friends interfering. So, he took you to a little bar a bit further down the beach. It was a plus that it was dog friendly.

You both fell for each other that same evening.

It took a few dates for Rooster to ask you to be his girlfriend but once he did, everyone knew he was a goner for you. None of the team had met you yet, nor knew about him even having a girlfriend but they didn’t miss the way Rooster rejected women who would flirt with him in the bar and the way his eyes would light up when he got a text from you. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud to say he was dating you. The subject of significant others had just never come up in conversation since the two of you got together and Rooster didn’t want to make a big deal about it in case you didn’t want him to.

“So Bradshaw. Who’s the lucky girl?” Hangman says one night from his position at the pool table, carefully aiming at the cue ball as he glances up at Rooster.

“What?” Rooster says, completely caught off guard as he was busy staring at the photo of Apollo you had just sent him.

“Come on, it's obvious you’re a taken man.” Hangman insists, straightening up and raising an eyebrow pointedly at him.

“Everyone’s noticed it, Rooster. You’ve seemed different the past few weeks. A good different, we mean.” Phoenix elaborates, smacking Hangman on the back of the head for being so direct. Most of Dagger Squad didn’t want to force anything out of him so Hangman asking a direct question like that was the opposite of what they were going for. They wanted Rooster to open up in his own time about it.

“I don’t know what else to say other than Hangman is right. I’m a taken man.” Rooster admits with a smile, causing an uproar amongst his friends of congratulations and slaps on the back.

“Look at that! Our Rooster finally got himself a girl!” Payback exclaims proudly, wrapping an arm around Rooster’s shoulders and jostling him as everyone laughs.

“Alright, alright, calm down.” Rooster laughs, shoving Payback's arm off him before taking a swig of his beer.

“You have to introduce us to her. We need to meet the girl who has you whipped.” Fanboy declares, getting approval from the rest of the team.

“If she is okay with meeting you guys, you can meet her.” Rooster concedes, holding his hands up in surrender as his friends cheer loudly.

“What are we cheering about?” The familiar voice of Maverick cuts through the cheers as they die down, making every person present turn to face him.

“Rooster got himself a girlfriend.” Coyote informs Maverick, everyone watching as a smile spreads across Maverick’s face.

“It’s about time! When do we get to meet her?” He asks, laughing to himself when Rooster rolled his eyes.

“Like I just said, if she is okay with it, I’ll bring her here to the Hard Deck and you can meet her.” Rooster repeats, earning a clap on the back from Maverick as he walks over to him.

“Can’t wait.” Maverick says with a proud smile.

When Rooster next went to see you, he knocked on your front door, nervousness swimming in his stomach at asking you if you wanted to meet his friends. When the door opened, Apollo leapt at him, jumping up and whining happily at Rooster’s presence.

“Apollo, come on boy. You know Bradley.” You laugh as you call the dog back into the house being followed by Rooster as he comes in, closing the door behind him. You all head into the living room and settle on the sofa, you, and Rooster alongside each other with Apollo spread across both of your laps, demanding a belly rub.

“You’ve got your thinking face on. What’s got the cogs turning in your head?” You say lightly with a kind smile as you scratch your dog’s belly not once taking your eyes off your boyfriend.

“You know me so well.” He laughs, touched that you know him so well to the point that you can tell just from his expression that he’s deep in thought.

“My friends from the Navy figured out I have a girlfriend and once I confirmed it, they told me that they wanted to meet you. I said that they could only if you were okay with it because I don’t want you to feel pressured or-”

“Bradley, you’re rambling sweetheart. I’d love to meet your friends. From what you’ve told me they sound like a great bunch.” You assure, grabbing Rooster’s hand and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles.

“You sure?” He asks quietly, the nerves still gnawing at him.

“Of course! They’re your friends and I want to get to know the people who are part of your team.” You reassure, your gentle smile easing those nerves and allowing Rooster to smile and lean in for a kiss. Just as your lips connect, Apollo decides he wanted to be part of the action and joined, giving you kisses of his own as you both laugh and move away to try and dodge him.

When the day came for you to meet Dagger Squad you were a little nervous. These were people who had known Bradley longer than you had. Hell, one of the men in the bar you were stood outside had known Bradley since the day he was born. You wanted to make a good impression and could only hope they’d like you.

“Nervous?” You hear Bradley ask as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and rubs his hand up and down your shoulder reassuringly.

“A little.” You confess, not removing your gaze from the doors of the Hard Deck.

“They will one hundred percent without a doubt love you. Not as much as I do but it’ll be close.” Bradley says calmly with a gentle smile. You couldn’t stop the smile from overtaking your lips, so you nod and allow Bradley to lead you into the bar. When you enter the Hard Deck, Bradley quickly locates his friends and leads you over to them.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend y/n. y/n, these are my friends.” Bradley introduces you to each other as he moves his arm from your shoulders to around your waist. One by one, all of Dagger Squad introduce themselves to you, giving you their name and their callsign, letting you know they didn’t care what they called you.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You say with a grin, feeling more at ease now you knew their names and after being greeted with nothing but smiles.

“So, y/n, tell us about how you and Rooster met.” Phoenix asks, glancing between the two of you as you share a look and laugh to yourselves.

“My dog ran away from me because he thought Bradley was the most interesting thing on the beach.” You explain, glancing up at Bradley and leaning into his side slightly.

“A dog playing matchmaker, huh? You’ll have to introduce us, maybe he could get me a date.” Fanboy says, causing an eruption of laughs from everyone gathered.

Conversation started to flow naturally then, everyone getting to know you and you getting to know them. Rooster was shocked at how well-behaved his friends were being. Even Hangman was keeping his flirting to a minimum and even invited you to play a game of pool with him. While you were playing pool, Rooster chatted to Phoenix and Bob, curious to see how their training had been going and as they spoke, Maverick entered the bar and approached the trio.

“Hey, Mav.” Rooster greets happily when he notices his appearance.

“Hey Rooster. Good to see you. So, am I going to get to meet your girlfriend or are you going to keep hiding her from me?” Maverick teases, making Rooster scoff jokingly and laugh.

“She’s playing pool, come on I’ll introduce you.” Rooster replies, gesturing for Maverick to follow him as he crosses to the pool table.

“Hey baby, this is Mav.” Rooster says as you greet him when you notice him coming over to you. Upon noticing Maverick you stand up straighter, approaching Maverick nervously.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Maverick. Bradley’s told me so much about you.” You say, glancing between the two men as Rooster takes your hand, the contact helping you calm down slightly as he runs his thumb along the back of your hand.

“Nothing bad I hope.” Maverick jokes, glancing at Rooster who simply shrugs with a grin. The three of you fall into easy conversation and you find yourself getting more comfortable around Maverick.

“y/n, could I talk to you alone for a minute?” Maverick asks, gesturing towards the stools at the bar, out of earshot of the other aviators.

“Yes, of course.” You say, the nerves resurfacing but Rooster was quick to lift your hand to his lips and press a bunch of kisses to the back of it while whispering reassurances that you’ll be fine. Once he stops, you thank him quietly and then turn and walk over to where Maverick was waiting. When you sit down, Rooster turns to Hangman and picks up the pool cue you had put down when he and Maverick came over.

“Ready for me to kick your ass, Hangman?”

You sit down at the bar on the stool next to Maverick and immediately start thinking through every possible thing he could be potentially about to say to you right now. Out of everyone, Maverick was who you wanted to impress the most, especially given that he was Bradley’s father figure.

“What I want to talk about isn’t bad, you don’t need to worry.” Maverick says, noticing how you fiddled with your fingers and how on edge you looked.

“I wanted to talk about how happy you’ve made Rooster. I don’t know how easy it would be to get him to admit that but I and everyone on this team noticed how much happier he was even before we met you. The way he looks at you, I’ve only seen it once before. It’s the exact same way his dad looked at his mum. He loves you so much.” Maverick explains, his eyes growing glossy as he reminisces about Goose and Carole.

“I love him too; way more than I could explain.” You reply honestly, glancing across the bar to where Rooster was playing pool against Hangman, celebrating as he pots another ball while Hangman rolls his eyes.

“I know you do. Anyone can see how much you love each other.” Maverick says with a smile, watching as you turn back to him and nod. When he silently dismisses you, you get up from the stool and cross to Rooster, wrapping your arms around his middle when you reach him, making him turn around with a large grin, pressing a kiss to your lips, abandoning his pool cue to place both hands on your waist and pull you closer. As Maverick watches, a proud smile shines on his face knowing his best friend’s son got the happiness he deserves.

Bradley Bradshaw was familiar with the feeling of loneliness. It used to eat at him at every given moment. But once he met you, the loneliness didn’t seem to be a problem anymore. He felt whole again, and it was because his house of cards was completed once the queen of his heart that he needed stepped in.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

(I didn't feel like doing the small print. There has to be an easier way than going paragraph by paragraph 😭😭 Also anyone I didn’t tag who wants to be tagged, let me know.)

Chapter 4: Dealbreaker

Miguel was truthful when he said nap. He didn't do anything in your bed but sleep for the better part of an hour, making you the little spoon though you weren't tired. By the end of the hour, the two of you had cleaned the kitchen as it was before he came. He left the meat and the few ingredients purchased, but he cleaned and took his slow-cooker with him. You've now got enough pork to last you a week of taking your lunch to work and eating at home. Instead, you invite some friends to help you eat it and decide to tell them all about Miguel.

"Right here?" Aria panics when you mention the head on the couch, moving to the opposite couch with your mutual friend, Zenia.

"Exactly right there."

"You let me sit in it?"

"When I say he drained me dry, girl, he kept goinnng. Then we took a nap upstairs. It was pretty chill."

"You just fuckin met this man, what, a few days ago?" Aria laughs.

"I know, but if you saw what I saw, you'd do it too... That's why you can't meet him! Not yet."

"Bitch! One time! I didn't even know you knew David like that."

"I know, but NEITHER of y'all lil hoes are gonna meet Miguel or see Miguel until I've got him secured."

"Now, how did I get in it," Zenia asks, mouth stuffed with pork.

"Right now, things are up in the air, but I'll keep dangling and manifesting. He'll be wrapped around my pinky, and only then will y'all meet him."

"So when are YOU seeing him again," Zenia asks.

"I don't know, probably next weekend. We haven't made any other plans yet."

And you're both busy through the week. A week seems a long time to wait, though. You'd rather see him sooner.

"You think you should call him to schedule something," Zenia asks, reading your mind.

"Nah, I'll let him call me. It gives him time to miss me."

"Well, he's not disappearing just yet," Aria adds, "He ain't got that pumpum yet. Niggas ain't gone leave before getting it, believe that."

"Well, I'm a done deal," you smirk, "But if he does leave, I'll just get another one. Now I know where they congregate"

Sunday passes with no contact. When Monday comes and goes, you start to wonder what happened. Did he hit a busy streak? Did something happen? Tuesday, he texts you.

Is it too soon to miss me?

You're at work, so you keep it short.

Of course not. Text me any time. I may not respond immediately, but I'll respond.

You sure?

Yes

Why would he need permission? Is that what was stopping him from reaching out? If so, you'd like to hear more about it. You wait until you get off work to check your messages again.

He's sent a paragraph about his day at work.

Alchemax acquired another property to place a testing site. One more step for gentrification. The director is on my ass and pushing me to run this unethical experiment on the volunteers. They think we're testing covid shots. If I told you half the shit, you'd run from me. Hell, you're probably on your way now. Anyway, that's my day. How's yours?

Oh, okay, you stare, processing what you've just read. So he's not just the hero. He's confessing that he's done some sordid things in the name of his job. You get it, but can you really accept that? Knowingly testing dangerous procedures on innocent people? It's a lot to consider. You'll have to sit with it.

Later that evening, you still wrestle, but you're coming to term with your thoughts.

I admit that's fucked up. I don't agree with experimenting on innocent and unexpecting people. I do think Miramax or Alchemax can go to hell. With that said, I understand that this is your job, so I can't fault you. Sucks for you, I'm not that easy to scare. You're stuck with me.

You had me worried.

His text is almost instant. In all honesty, you had to think about if you COULD stick around. That's a big thing to admit, but at the end of the day, it's not technically his fault. He's not calling the shots. That's what you tell yourself.

Since you're at home on the couch with a bottle of Fiji water, you decide to call.

"Preciosa?"

Damn. His accent's got you weak already.

"My day was good," you buckle. "I delivered some interesting news to a family who were happy to finally know what was different about their daughter. Turns out, she has Angelman syndrome, but it was my first time coming across it , so I was explaining something I'd literally just learned about."

"Sounds like you did them a great service. Like you said, knowing is everything. If you're not educating and planning, you're worrying, which then diminishes your mental health, making it harder for you to parent."

"Exactly... Do you know about Angelman's syndrome?"

"Seizures, a smaller head that's flat in the back, issues with balance and movement, and most notably, smiling for no apparent reason?"

"I should've asked you," you sigh. "How do you retain all of this?"

"Having a photographic memory helps."

"Ah. I'll check Amazon..."

The more the two of you converse, the more you glean. For example, he has a 9 year old daughter named Gabriella, who unfortunately passed nearly four years ago. It was a case of Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC), and he was devastated. Since then, he's been okay, but every so often, the grief hits. Working stops him from thinking about it? So he works long hours every day. He knows it's not healthy. It certainly helps you understand him more. A lot of things suddenly make sense about him.

"Can I tell you how much I hate Taco Bell," he says, changing the subject. You get it. It's painful to lose a child, and talking about it can be triggering.

"That dog food? They don't even have a line. That should tell you something right there."

"It's a god damn stroke in a wrapper and tastes like shit. Not to mention, it's literally horse meat."

"See, I stopped eating there years ago. It doesn't even taste like real beef."

You put the phone on speaker while you fix yourself a snack. Talking food makes you snackish. Of course, he hears the popcorn popping.

"Damn, Supersonic! Do you hear everything?"

"Pretty much."

Your eyes roll as you gently fold yourself back onto your couch with your bowl. It's getting late. You've been on the phone for over an hour, though it doesn't feel like it.

"So question."

"Answer," he responds.

"It's a different kind of question."

"Ask away."

"Ok. Would you consider yourself vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental. You?"

Ooh! "Explain," you smirk, curious.

"You first. Vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental."

"Oh I see."

Your jaw drops. "What do you see?"

"Just know I see," he says, a smile in his voice.

"Uh!... Now you have to elaborate!"

He chuckles.

"Miguel!"

"Preciosa?"

You kiss your teeth.

"Ask what you really want to ask."

"Kinks?"

"Yes..."

"Yes," you repeat, rolling your eyes. "Well, what are they."

"Mm... I enjoy quite a few things. I like being in control and directing the action. I like taking care of my submissive with guidance and rewarding her when she's a good girl. I like making her do humiliating things for my pleasure. And... I love it when she tries to escape me. Then I get to catch her and teach her a lesson. You?"

🤭 To be continued...

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#original #miguel fanfic #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x black reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara fanfic

[queenofcats17]

I would actually like to see Sammy get extremely embarrassed by his parents lmao!

Okay! Sure!

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Sammy tried very hard to keep his work and private life separate. The less people knew about him the better. If he could have, he would have chosen to never be talked to at work by anyone other than Jack. He didn't do small talk and he didn't give out information about his personal life.

Which was why this was his absolute worst nightmare.

His parents had come to the studio.

He'd told his parents about where he was working, of course, but he hadn't expected them to actually visit the studio. They lived in Missouri for goodness sake! It wasn't like they could just drop by on a whim!

"They planned this," he groaned to Jack as his parents happily chatted with his coworkers. The two of them were at a table in the corner, away from the crowd that had gathered.

"Probably," Jack agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Sammy groaned louder, resting his forehead on the table.

"Y'know, I always thought Sammy's parents'd be just as prickly as him," Wally was saying. "But you guys are pretty nice!"

"Oh, Sammy's always been like that," Mrs. Lawrence replied. "Y'all shouldn't take it personally. He just values his privacy."

"He's really a very sweet boy," Mr. Lawrence agreed. "He was always helping people out at the church."

"Do you have any pictures of him as a kid?" Norman asked.

Although Sammy wasn't currently looking at him, he knew without a doubt that the projectionist had an enormous shit-eating grin on his face.

"I'm so glad you asked!" Mrs. Lawrence lit up, producing a collection of photographs that she happily displayed to the assembled employees. "This is him in his suit on Easter Sunday when he was 11. He was an altar boy that year for the first time." She held up an old photograph of a young, rather cherubic-looking Sammy in a little suit, staring at the camera with adorable seriousness.

"Oh, he was so nervous," Mr. Lawrence said with a gentle chuckle. "But he did so well!"

"He was a real cute kid," Tom remarked. Sammy could hear the barely contained smile in his voice too.

"And this one is him when he started playing the organ for the congregation." She held up another photograph of what looked to be a teenage Sammy seated at an organ. His focus was solely on the keys and he once again looked adorably serious.

"This is Hell. I'm in Hell," Sammy said, covering his head.

"Aw, c'mon. It's not so bad," Jack tried to reassure him.

"My carefully crafted reputation is in shambles. I am never going to live this down. It is exactly as bad as I think it is."

Sammy was absolutely right that no one present was going to let him live this down. Sure, maybe not everyone would comment on it all the time, but this would be remembered. They finally had something embarrassing to hold over Sammy's head, and by god, they were going to hold it.

The Lawrence parents, either unaware or uncaring about Sammy's dramatic distress, simply continued to share their photographs, commenting about how nice it was to finally meet all of Sammy's coworkers.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #fanfiction #jack fain #wally franks #norman polk #thomas connor

[janaknandini-singh999]

Modern day Krishna (girl version)

- request by @ezs-diary <3

"Hello, bestieee hehe" a girl emerged practically out of nowhere behind her friend and cupped her eyes with her palms "Guess who it is!"

"Manmeet, stop! Let me study for the test!" she replied, frustrated

"Aww no, Radhya!" Manmeet came in front of her friend, smiled her ever shining smile and closed the book which her friend was reading so gently that she didn't even realize it. Manmeet whispered "All you need to be is studying my eyes and you shall find in them all answers that have ever existed."

Transfixed, Radhya stared. Manmeet blinked her deep brown doe eyes which were sweetly adorned in kajal and her ever deeper brown skin as radiant as ever. Her curls flying gently as if there was an eternal breeze around her and a kind of warm aura emanating and touching every part of the essence around her. She was wearing a simple yellow floral skirt, a peacock feather hair clip and a necklace of the full moon but put the sun and moon and all the stars to bow at her. She laughed and started quietly placing flowers in Radhya's hair, which also she had conjured up from God knows where, whispering "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. I shall start calling you Keshavi." Then in an instant, blushing but realizing what Manmeet was doing she smacked her shoulder lightly and said

"Yeah, right! Universal answers and pretty hair and flowers! You top the test anyway and just distract everyone else. Ugh. Just leave me alone!" Radhya walked away. Walked away before Manmeet had the chance to play that hypnotizing flute of hers or start to sing. Because once she started, Radhya would lose all control.

Manmeet just smiled and ran up to her, planting a kiss on Radhya's cheek, so gently it was merely a brush, and then giggled running away. Radhya blushed even more profusely but blurted out "You do this with everyone, na? Go on. Trick them all, boys and girls. But why are you dragging me into this?"

Manmeet smiled and turned around "Because I live in their hearts. But you live in mine, my love." and winked.

Radhya blinked and she disappeared just as instantly as she had came.

Radhya sighed. This girl was just.. something else. And then resolved her stride to where she was actually planning to go.

"Is everyone here?" Radhya called out

"Vaidharbi, here." A girl raised her hand

"Satrijiti." Another one

"Bhanuja." "Vrinda." "Satya."

There were at least 8 or more of them. Radhya raised her eyebrows and put down her fists on the table "Ok, good. Y'all my gang."

They were in the common practicing hall of the school and had congregated after being called by Radhya. Suddenly, an army of more many more girls rushed hurriedly inside. Looked like the whole batch was here now.

"I'm- we're so sorry to disturb but-- Manmeet is singing and we can't-" one of them spoke

Radhya nodded, empathizing and waved at them to come in

"Alright, so they have already mentioned the purpose we are here today: Manmeet. So, I'll start-"

"Umm, guys.." Vaidarbhi said, cutting in "I've got a confession to make. But so sorry to interrupt. After you, Radh."

Radhya went to her, smiling wistfully and closed her hand upon hers. "Nah, you speak first now that you've brought the attention. Everyone! Listen to Vaidi."

"Ok so.. oh, gosh. How do I say this-"

"If it helps, I have a confession to make too." Radhya whispered slowly but high enough for everyone to listen and then looked at everyone's faces because of the eerie silence. Nobody was curious or jumping like "omg, GOSSIP!" but on the contrary everyone's lips were sealed and their eyes revealed a horror that they wanted to say something too. Radhya was stunned.

"Umm...... guys, I THINK I'M into GIRLS. And in love with MANMEET!" Vaidarbhi suddenly bursted and her voice cracked "I just had to let this out I'm feeling so-"

Everyone stared, not saying anything, just as they had been frozen before. Then one of the other girls from the batch finally spoke up "BRO, SAME!? And Manmeet was the one who made me realize that!!? I'm IN LOVE WITH HER, TOO!"

She was met with a huge hue and cry of "NO WAYYY BECAUSE SAME!" "EXCUSE ME!? DID Y'ALL JUST READ MY THOUGHTS I-" "SHE ISS THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND SHE IS MINE." "NOOO, SHE'S MINE!" "MINE!"

Every single girl was not just coming out to each other because of Manmeet but pouncing at each other.

Radhya almost collapsed in the chaos but Vaidarbhi held her close. She stared at her friend and asked with her eyes "you, too?". Radhya nodded and mouthed "This is why I had called this meeting but-"

Loud as a lightning strike, someone stormed open the door. A boy with a ponytail, a fiercely delicate look and muscular built. It was Manmeet's protective elder brother Halveer.

"Hi girls, has anyone here seen my sister around?" He was trying his hardest not to sound furious but his husky voice bellowed, betraying him

"She was outside that's why we came in, Halveer bhaiya." Radhya answered on behalf of everyone else who had already been tearing themselves up but were now shaken by the sudden appearance of this hulk.

"Dear Lord, Manmeet is such a headache. Mom will kill me if I don't-- ugh-" he half muttered to himself, cursed under his breath and ran outside again

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw boys collapsed on the playground. Half dazed, half fainted and all of them had a long, drooling smile on their faces as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever exist but got turned to stone as soon they saw it. Each one was clutching a letter or chocolate or something in their hand on which it was written "To my Manmeet." Halveer shook his head and wiped his forehead, exasperated.

Manmeet was on a swing, sucking on lollipop. A boy was sitting on the grass below and sighing, wincing at touching his injured elbow and chin.

"What's up, Parth? Got in a fight again with that silly brother of yours?" Manmeet looked up at the sky and mumbled through the lollipop.

Parth sighed and shook his head. His white headband and biceps gleaming in the afternoon sun. "It's not that simple, Mann. Yes, he did beat me up. But he's my younger brother. I can't just hit him back. I need to.. talk it out. And... we are orphans. I don't want him to run away from the only family he has. I love him too much." Parth put his head in his hands and started sobbing.

Manmeet jumped off the swing and touched his head. He looked up with teary eyes, sniffing.

"Not gonna lie, babe. That's lowkey attachment. Not love. If you love him, you'll not fight him. You'll teach him. I don't mean to be harsh but it is the truth. You're one of the kindest souls I've ever come across and it's you who deserves wondeful parents. You must be thinking life is not fair.. and maybe sometimes it is not, I will agree for your sake. But it is also the greatest teacher and you, my bestie, are the greatest student I've ever seen as well. Everyone's life and circumstances are different and those who face difficulties more should have the determination even more to fight back and emerge stronger than ever. You don't have parents so it is your duty to be a good figure, a right guide to him. But you can't control if he leaves you in the end or not. But you can control your own actions towards him and make sure you're fighting for what feels right to you here" Manmeet gently placed her hand upon Parth's chest. "That's what counts when it's all over. So, uttho Parth! Aur," her digital watch chimed "oh-"

Manmeet lifted her bag and turned to go. "I've got someone to meet, honey. Catch ya later! Just let me know how it goes. I'll be be here, messing around and having fun. I'm always there for ya, you know that, right?"

Parth was speechless for a second then smiled at her.

"There you go! You're such a cutu when you smile, Parthu!" Manmeet bent to pull his cheeks, grinning and kissed his elbow and neck. "There now. Thank me tomorrow for this miracle when you feel better than ever! And-" she kissed the back of his hands "This will ensure that whatever you do with these warrior hands of yours, you are always lead on the right path!" Then caressing his temple, Manmeet closed her eyes as to transfer all her positivity and strength into him. Parth did already feel so more refreshed and stronger than ever. He smiled. Manmeet opened her eyes and smiled back, squeezing his hands.

"Aightyy then see ya! Ba- byee!" Manmeet waved at him and left, running and checking her watch.

Halveer was quick to search the playground. He found Parth there.

"Hey! Have you seen Manmeet?"

Parth was sitting frozen, but he blushed hard and smiled as soon as he heard that name. Halveer groaned, kicking the dust and ran off again. "That girl has stolen all of the food mom made for the guests today! WHERE DO I FIND HER NOW?!"

"SUDAMAAA!" Manmeet reached, panting

"Mannu?" Sudama quickly stood up from his place on the pavement. "Oh God, what are you doing here?" He rubbed the dust off his torn and shabby clothes and dared not to look at her, distancing himself "If anyone sees a girl like you with a dirty beggar like me then you can get away easily like you always do but I-"

"Oh, please." Manmeet huffed "Shut up with that beggar thing. You're my bestest friend. And you're gonna get out of here. I promise. But hush now, I've got something for you." She took out tiffins from her bag and opened them, delicious dishes filled in each. Sudama couldn't keep his eyes from slowly glancing towards it. His mouth watered and stomach growled.

"I- I can't."

"There are no 'can'ts' with me." Manmeet whispered as she pulled him close and hugged him. Sudama cried uncontrollably, he may have been a poor, stricken boy but being embraced by Manmeet, he felt the luckiest and happiest man on earth.

"Thank- Thank you so much, my best friend. I love you." he croaked and held her tighter

She fed him with her own hands and patted his cheeks

"I always love you MORE! MUAH!"

#desi aesthetic #desiblr #desi #desi tag #desi culture #desi stuff #desi academia #desi dark academia #desi girl #just desi things #radhakrishna #krishnablr #gopiblr #mahabharata #radha #rukmini #krishna #kanha #kanhaiya #gopi #gopinath #indian gods #hindu gods #hindu mythology #indian culture #hinduism #hindublr #desi wlw #desi queer

[forlorn-crows]

Ghoulette mischaracterizing...

I'm sure a lot of people will tell you it's mommy-coding Cumulus, which tbh it probably is. (see also: Aether. boy likes to be held too ya know?) But I've seen a lot of people actively pushing against that recently which makes me very happy.

So instead I raise you Confident-Boss-Bitch Cirrus. We've all seen her hyping the crowd behind the keyboard risers like a soccer mom on match day, she OWNS the stage with the keytar solo, and she's pretty much a universal dom in fics.

But, what if she's not the on-stage persona? (We all hc Dew as something other than just angry right?) What if she's actually hiding a deep feeling of needing to hold the pack together and appear in control all the time because of the turbulence around when she first joined the pack? I get strong eldest-daughter vibes.

I hc that she has a soft and vulnerable side the congregation doesn't see, even her pack don't know the full extent of it, only Cumulus does really since they were summoned together. She has insecurities too, just more hidden.

Here is where I tell every fic writer who ever put any time into making the ghoulettes more 3D that I love them will all my heart (your cirrus/mist fic was *chefs kiss* btw!) 🖤

Hope you're work day goes well!

i think y'all hit the nail on the head. honestly speaking i think cirrus is one of the least dynamically written characters in this fandom. 90% of the time she's the mean femme-dom. nothing more. like? thats boring! i like what you've all said about the reason she might put up a stern or stoic front.

but! also! what sage mentioned. while i think she takes performing seriously, she isnt serious in appearance, if that makes sense. she is having fun, jumping around, doing little hand gestures, and bein fuckin sexayyyy on that keytar. she's having fun with it all, performing just like the rest of them. i'll see clips of her and just scream LOOK AT HER GOOO.

and yes, how does that differ from her off-stage personality? i still think she's on the stoic side, like dew. but she isnt, like, apathetic. she's silly, she laughs, she teases, she pines, she fails, she cries. she. fUCKING. BOTTOMS Y'ALL. come on. you can't tell me swiss doesnt run her into the fucking ground sometimes. you cant tell me that lus doesnt absolutely pamper her and eat her out as long as she wants. you cant tell me that dew doesnt take it slow with her, hold her close and warm and let her relax for once.

i would really like to see us dig into her more. what is she really like outside the bedroom, outside of her relationship with cumulus? bc, lets face it, lots of us like to write them as a unit. while they're fucking in love, obviously, i mean come on, cirrus is a person aside from her bond w/lus. what is she like with the others? hell, what is she like when she's alone?

its why i wrote her the way i did in Been Long Enough. i wanna see her stutter, see her 'meet her match' so to say. bc i still think cirrus is very clever, smart. she can still like that dom role every once in a while (again, remember a little dash of these things are fine). but i think she gets tired of it too. she wants to be taken care of, wants to just totally have that control slip out from under her. maybe thats something about her, an anxiety like those of you mentioned that creates a front that isnt really her.

i wanna pick her apart more. @askingforthesun always helps me see the light about her haha. they are very passionate about cirrus and rightfully so, and i always love what they have to say about her.

#ask #anon #mac #sageofthestarz #my work day was pretty average also thank u for wishing me well

[bmodiwrites]

Hi friends! This is part 2 to my choir boy/preacher's son Steve fic. You can find the first part here or on AO3 here. I kind of love this one, y'all. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Steve knows he’s in trouble the moment Eddie Munson walks into the chapel one ordinary Sunday morning.

The day is setting up to be a boring one, though Steve isn’t aware of what’s about to happen for him, yet. As he’s getting ready for his usual solo in the backstage area, he hears the whispers break out amongst the chatty ladies of the choir. Steve’s used to the clucking of hens, so he ignores it until he hears a name that hasn’t been uttered in his direction since high school.

Munson’s long curly hair is still branded in the back of Steve’s mind, so he’s quick to peek around the heavy curtain to sneak a look. Time has been good to Eddie – his chestnut hair and thick chocolatey eyes are richer than ever.

He almost misses his cue during the opening song; staring at Eddie Munson takes up too many brain cells to remember the note that brings him in. He’s been doing this old song and dance long enough not to stumble outwardly, however – Steve is fast to pick up where he’s supposed to be without anyone noticing. Walking off the stage later, Steve is too transfixed by a never ending stare to worry about his father’s disappointment.

The following week, Steve tries to get Eddie off his mind by reminding himself of the fact that Eddie’s presence was a fluke to begin with. Assuming he’s going to be there again seems silly. Why start a habit now, when no one cares enough to even cast judgement?

Steve is happily proven wrong that Sunday and the next few to follow. It’s both a blessing and a curse to walk onto the stage to see those brown eyes staring up at him. Steve isn’t sure the other boy is aware of the intensity of his gaze, but it knocks Steve off his feet every time. Preacher Harrington, the congregation’s understanding lead, is the only one that ever notices Steve’s mishaps. He’s lucky to be of an age where leaving bruises behind isn’t as acceptable as it was in his younger years. Growing up has some perks.

Like being able to finally seduce Eddie Munson.

After the fifth week of being subjected to smoldering looks and a nonchalant attitude that drives Steve up the wall, an opportunity to do something about the pent up want finally falls into place. Eddie’s metal vibe is more than just a look – his skill on the guitar is obvious and easy for others to see, too.

The talent is there, regardless of people’s opinion. So much so that there’s no questions asked when Steve nods his head and okays a newcomer like that’s normal and not unheard of. It’s the perfect bridge to cross that Steve’s been looking for.

He strikes up a conversation that later leads them to a private corner of Lover’s Lake known for exactly what Steve has on his mind. It’s funny to see Eddie’s hesitation manifest in the slight tension he works through before kissing Steve back. The way he slumps into Steve’s touch is all the more satisfying because of it. Steve’s intimately aware of the way people judge boys like them. Eddie’s been holding the weight of being an outlier on his shoulders for so long, he probably doesn’t even know the feeling of sharing the burden.

After hiding himself from the world (and the judgement that he’s sure of), year after year, Steve is finally ready to take some of the effort out of Eddie’s hands.

It’s easy, too. Steve is the first to admit that. Coming together with Eddie is like the first cognizant breath after blinking awake. It fills him up and brings him down to Earth in the sense that Steve feels right when Eddie’s around. His presence isn’t like the plethora of girls Steve tried to smother himself with in an attempt to be the person his dad wanted him to be. It’s plain to see that Steve is not that person.

He's the type of man that loves Eddie Munson, a hard working asshole who grew up on nothing but a little bit of love from an uncle that still doesn’t really know what to do with him. He is learning every day what it’s like to be unconditionally appreciated for who he is because of the man that Eddie grew into. That hardcore, never flinching love from Eddie is teaching him to be proud of the person he is, not afraid like the world is always wanting them to be. Now that Steve’s ripped open his cocoon, there’s no returning to the slunk of a caterpillar he was before.

His wings are open and he’s ready to fly.

Which is funny because Eddie calls him his angel. On Saturday nights when Wayne is working late and they’ve got the trailer to themselves, Eddie lets his guard down, becomes vulnerable. He whispers about the angel wings Steve hides on his back, how he’s pure beauty filled to the brim with sin. Eddie loves his angel, his ray of light.

Sometimes he’s conscious enough to mumble a soft, self-deprecating “sorry” that Steve kisses away. He’ll never get over Eddie apologizing for loving someone so much he’s compelled to compare them to something ethereal. Steve thinks of it as a compliment but that’s the church boy in him appreciating the imagery.

He smiles as he brushes Eddie’s curls from his face. “It’s okay, baby. You’re high,” Steve whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “and you’ve been drinking. You can’t help yourself… and I love you for it.”

Eddie purrs like a jungle cat, leaning into Steve’s touch. He doesn’t do anything but agree with Steve’s words, pressing into all of him because Eddie knows Steve will be there to wrap him up and hold him close. They spend the night wrapped up together, sharing kisses until Eddie’s ready to pass out. He does so with a soft, “I love you too, angel,” as he noses into Steve’s neck and settles down for the night.

It's moments like those that make it easy to lie to his mom and dad when they start to ask questions. Eddie means so much more than the insults his father throws and the tears his mother tries to use to manipulate him. Everyone in his house knows exactly where he’s going. The love he feels for Eddie, and what Eddie feels for him, is obvious to everyone. Not even the dense preacher and his wife are blind enough to miss it.

When his dad finally says something to him about it, Steve can’t help but laugh.

“If this was a girl I was leaving to see, you wouldn’t care. You know I love him, daddy. I love him more than you’ve ever loved anything in your whole life. Can’t you just leave us be? For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy.”

His daddy’s hands are rough on his shoulders, though it’s nothing compared to the bruising grip he used to deal with. “It’s an abomination boy. You running around with that Munson kid makes me look – “

Steve is fast to cut in – “how does it make you look, Preacher Harrington? To me, it makes you look pretty intolerant. Everyone sees the way you look at him, with hellfire and disdain. Even the way you look at me when you think no one is looking. I don’t think it’s me that people see as bad, daddy.”

There’s a pause and the age old argument gets put on the table. “You gave your life to Jesus – “

“Yes, daddy. Jesus. Not you and your judgmental beliefs. Love is all encompassing. Love is the strength to tell old fucks like yourself no when the boundary has been crossed. I’m going to marry him, daddy. We’re going to spend our life together and you can’t stop us.”

The power play that results is one step too far. For the longest time, Steve tries to respect his daddy’s wishes. Being the preacher’s son meant living under an oddly funneled microscope. Yet, growing into adulthood shifted the len’s perspective and made Steve see that others could take in the whole picture, not just the one his daddy tries to paint. To the congregation, Eddie and Wayne were good church goers that were always on time and actually sang during the hymns. Where their relationship was concerned, Steve and Eddie never made people live with their truth.

Eddie is smart enough to keep Steve all to himself. For once, someone’s possessive nature is beneficial.

All others know is the love that exists between them, regardless of their lack of outward expression. Because it’s real. It’s the kind that makes it easy for Steve to tap into a side that’s new and exciting and much different than the bottled up boy that always did what his father said. It’s devilish to go against a word he’s always followed but loving Eddie is the sort of thing worth a hard look that Steve is growing used to more and more by the day.

Eventually, Eddie is squirrely and withdrawn for about a week before hitting one knee to ask Steve to marry him. Before the question is even out of his mouth, Steve says yes.

And though it’s something that Steve wants, the reality of the situation is an interesting one. Eddie is a mechanic that barely makes minimum wage. Steve is a choir boy that’s lived on daddy’s dime for most of his life. He’s barely making it through classes at the local community college with passing grades. Preacher Harrington is the first person to point all of these things out and when that happens, Steve confidently shuts him down.

With Eddie by his side, Steve is certain they’ll make it work. He’s happier than ever and the life they’re about to lead is worth the impending struggling.

Besides, it's silly to think Steve wouldn’t be happier living with Eddie and Wayne in their trailer than with his parents. The rigid lack of acceptance where Eddie is concerned very quickly pushed him out the door. Steve is all but moved out when his mother finally says something.

“Steve, wait – “

Eddie is walking through the doorway, out towards the truck,  but stops at the sound of his mother’s voice. Without thought, Steve whispers a soft “go,” in Eddie’s ear before turning to his mother. Eddie looks between them, then shrugs before carrying the last couple of boxes out of the room.

“I can’t let you leave without telling you I love you. I love Eddie, even. I’m sorry I never said anything but I’m happy for you. You’re happy. I can see that. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

There’s a second where Steve tries to be stubborn. There were so many years that Steve needed to hear those very words. So many internal battles would’ve been much easier knowing his mother was in his corner, even if it was silently. Instead of saying anything, giving her props for finally opening up or clapping back about the years or neglect, Steve simply pulls her in for a hug.

“I love you too, mom. I want you in my life. Don’t let dad force you to miss out on the things Eddie and I are planning. They’re worth being a part of.”

Steve leaves her with a soft kiss, smiling all the while. After nights where whispers of big families and fun trips were all they shared, Steve is certain children and adventures and things bigger than the town’s one room chapel are meant for him and Eddie. If she’s willing, Steve wants his mom there, too.

Until she decides to stand up and selfishly be there, Steve is ready to find a place of his own in life with Eddie by his side.

When their wedding rolls around, Wayne announces he’s moving in with Brenda, leaving the trailer for Steve and Eddie and all the memories they’re yet to make. And though no one from Steve’s family is there to celebrate such a big moment, Steve takes a second to thank the big guy above. Despite being not all that certain of his position in the church or his spot as the preacher’s son, Steve is positive that one room church is the only reason Eddie is in his life.

Whether they return there or not, Steve closes his eyes, remembering the glow of Eddie’s stare from the stained glass’s light.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fics #stranger things fic #bobbie writes #preacher’s son steve #choir boy steve

[lokisgoodgirl]

I have run out of time and have to go to work, so this love note is for all of my other SAS friends.

@mochie85, @muddyorbsblr, @sarahscribbles, @give-me-a-moose, @tallseaweed, @lokiprompts, @joyful-enchantress, @infinitystoner, @coldnique, @fictive-sl0th, @currish-rosewolfe, @lovelysizzlingbluebird, especially @lokisgoodgirl, and certainly many more that I'm forgetting.

I'm so glad that I stumbled into this chaotic corner of the internet where y'all congregate. I've had so much fun chatting and obsessing with all of you, you're the best bunch of whores a girl could ask for. I might not be as active here lately, but I want you to know that I do still open tumblr and smile and your shenanigans. Thanks for being yourselves and sharing yourselves with the rest of us.💕

I think I speak for everyone when I say we're always here for you my darling. You are one of the strongest, most resilient and talented women I've ever known, and anytime you wanna pop back up, no pressure and no obligations - we're here (>^^)>♥️<(^^<)

#LGG Love Notes

[multiplicity-positivity]

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[always-andromeda]

iii. Flock | Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Word Count | 2,280

Summary | "Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward." Psalm 127:3

Author's Note | very big shoutout to @lost-in-sokovia. definitely took some inspo from her auggie pieces while writing parts of this! if you aren't part of auggienation yet, this is your sign to! okay, I've done my part in this community today, time for a nap, catch y'all on the flip side.

Warnings | pregnancy, mentions of giving birth, a single mention of blood, nothing else I can think of!

Parts | i. | ii. | iii.

It was shortly after the wedding when Eli began to make plans to travel around California; to achieve his God given mission. He plans to do more than his father before him. He's already expanded the church in Little Boston from the cramped rickety building he'd started with what seemed so long ago. But the message is spreading and he wants to take advantage of it.

So he starts booking train tickets all around California in every major city that he could.

"It'll be a full tour of the state! And it’ll just be the two of us. Sharing the Lord’s word.” He presses his forehead against yours as he tells you, swaying your hips back and forth with him.

You quickly learned he liked doing that, especially when he was overwhelmed by something. Just to catch your rhythm, he’d hum. He was fascinated by how you were able to stay calm during any storm. So the swaying was his way of letting your patience and compassion rub off on him; an act of self soothing. You love it; love being a beacon of light for him.

But little does Eli know, it won’t be just the two of you for long. It begins in San Francisco. You and Eli had just traveled through San Mateo by train. And when you get to the city, you’re dazzled by the sights. You’ve seen many parts of the state in the time you’d traveled with your father, looking for places to drill, but this was something different. Especially for Eli. In many ways, he is still the naive boy from Little Boston. So seeing how he reacts to the difference between his home and the unexplored is half the fun.

Eli has never seen buildings so tall and streets so wide. The trolleys fascinate him as well. And oh, the automobiles! Whenever he saw a particularly shiny one glide down the street he wanted to buy one. Just to drive you around in. You have to convince him quite often to leave the idea behind for now. You can hardly afford even a small hotel room in the first place. But the extravagance continues to impress him.

The hotel was decidedly not The Palace (where he’d really wanted to take you), but it was better than any place he’d stayed before. There was a proper radio in the room and real indoor plumbing. Even the bed had more cushion than the one at home, which he took great delight in.

Until you’re in the restroom, retching up your lunch into the porcelain sink. His expression is knitted with concern as he rubs circles on your lower back, and you assure him that it was probably the sway of the train that made you so nauseous. But he’s never seen you react this way after a simple train ride. The most damning of all is that the feeling doesn’t go away. You're still sick late into the night, barely being able to keep your food down.

Despite how you tell him over and over that you are just fine, you want to sit down every few minutes. But you don't give in to the screaming exhaustion your body faces. You two are up so early one morning, helping to feed the unhoused people that linger around the church when you feel lightheaded and begin to collapse. A few other women from the congregation catch you before you can really fall. They tell one of the men to find Father Sunday and notify him that his wife has fallen ill.

Eli nearly makes himself ill with worry. Were you dying? Was there some sort of flu spreading that God hadn't made him privy to? The Lord wouldn't dare take his wife so young. You’re never this sick. So he meets you at a hospital and waves away the church women who are crowding around you, asking endless questions about how you’re feeling. You’re grateful that he does it for you. Still too dizzy to do anything but keep your eyes on him and clutch his hand, Eli is shouting for a nurse, a doctor, anyone who could possibly help his angel.

Goodness, did he look like a fool when the doctor told him you were mostly likely pregnant. You weren’t dying. You were bringing in life! The doctor suspected you were around twelve weeks along, somewhere in the first trimester. Not far enough to show too much, but far enough that you knew you’d missed your period a few times. That and the sickness from over exerting yourself made it a pretty good bet that you were going to have a baby.

The doctor insists that you get rest, that if you work yourself up more, it could affect the baby’s health. Eli takes it so seriously. But you can't stand it, you can't stand the masses surrounding you. You can't stand the way Eli looks at you with distress.

“I won’t have you up and about when our child is at stake.” He waves his finger at you.

“You seem to forget that I am my own person and just because there’s a child inside of me, you don't get to control how I live my life." Your voice is stern, your pale figure talking down to him from the hospital bed.

Eli raises his voice, knowing that even behind the closed door, anyone listening outside would be able to hear him, “I am your husband and you shall do as I say!”

Immediately, he knew that he had gone too far. He tries to stay reluctant; tells himself that he is right deep down and that it is your duty to obey him. But you begin to sob, tears dripping down the front of the thin hospital gown. And Eli sighs, swaying in place for just a second as he thinks. He clenches his fist just tight enough that he determines he needs to be next to you.

He sits beside you on the narrow bed, one of his legs hanging off the edge. You flinch away for a second before allowing him to pull you close to his chest. Quite now, he says, “Tell me what is wrong, angel. Why can’t you just listen to the doctor.” Your demeanor was such a swift change from how eager you had been just a few months before. Had the mission changed you enough that your heart no longer had room for his children?

But you sniff back the tears and manage in a more resilient voice, “I won’t…I won’t let myself be a great big lump you simply carry around. I did that for long enough with my father. Always the thorn in his side.” You played with his modest cross pendant. 

"You could never be the thorn in my side, my angel. I promised I would give you everything. I wouldn't offer that if I believed you were a burden." You refuse to look at him straight until he adjusts your chin to face him with a single, shaking digit.

"I love you," He says firmly, "Nothing will ever change that."

"Say it again."

"I'll say it as many times as you need. At least until you believe it." That's the hardest part about his love. It is so selfless and true that you almost don't know how to handle it. Daniel hadn't loved you unless there was some sort of advantage to it. Meaning, he rarely felt it and never expressed it.

But Eli was all in for everything. As soon as you both leave the hospital, he finally takes up one of his congregation members on an offer to house him and his darling wife. He can't keep frivolously spending money on the hotel, no matter how much he'd miss the cushy bed. The room is on the second floor anyways and he doesn't want you struggling up and down stairs.

The family that takes you in is small. A husband and wife with a child of their own. The boy reminds you of H.W. which does a little bit to comfort you through the long days. Eli pulls away from his duties a little bit more, though you still encourage him to go to his services. His church needs him for than his little wife. He meets you halfway and appoints a few others in his congregation who are dedicated and well educated so they can pick up the sermons that he misses.

The idea is a blessing. Now he gets to spend more of his time with you, growing more and more lovesick as the weeks pass by. He rests his head against your stomach, feeling for little kicks. He's also become obsessed with thinking of names. With pages of biblical names flooding his head, he'll blurt them out right before bed, when you're just about to fall asleep. But none of them sound quite right.

It hits you in the dead of the night, your dreams swirling with stone statues of David and Goliath and Italian chapels, you awaken with a start.

"Eli," You whisper. Eli is wrapped around you, a hand over your stomach. He twitches, feeling you stir beside him. Eli, hums a little against your shoulder.

"Florence if it's a girl. David if it's a boy."

Barely awake, you feel the slight curl of his lips, "They're perfect."

The congregation asks you what you and Eli plan to name the child. But both of you keep the quiet, hushed secret that you'd both made while embraced in the dark. It was enough to make him give a toothy grin nearly every time he sees you. He can't wait to be a real father.

When you go into labor, Eli can't even begin to distinct one emotion from the other. He is worried, ecstatic, sick, and scared; his heart full of love but also full of fear. He hasn't forgotten that wedding night, his anxiety about you not making it through this experience. It's made even worse when the doctors and nurses won't allow him into the delivery room. They assure him that most men don't want to see their wives in this way. But he hears you screaming on the other side of that door. And there's nothing for him to do but wrap his arms around himself and try fruitlessly to control his breathing. 

He's sure that he will hyperventilate until a nurse comes out, declaring, "It's a girl!" The men of the church are cheering him on, urging him towards the room. And though he desperately wants to see you, he is terrified of what he'll find. He pictures something akin to a crime scene, blood splatters everywhere, horrified expressions and the feeling of death. His heart practically stops in his chest when he sees you so still on that hospital bed. Then he catches the labored breaths you're taking. Though the hospital used anesthetics that numbed some of the strain, you were cognizant enough to know that the recovery period is going to be difficult.

Rushing to your side, Eli is brushing the loose hairs off of your forehead and kissing your brow. A nurse quickly cleans little Florence, before presenting her once more to you. You take her in your arms easily, supporting her little head as she cries.

Seeing his daughter finally being born, the mix of sentimental feelings that rush over him is indescribable. He mumbles broken bits and pieces of prayers, thanking God for keeping you safe and for blessing him with a child. When he finally holds her, he is done for. She's still crying, but the sound slowly calms down when he sways her gently. Eli had decided long ago that he would be the most devoted and loving husband he possibly could. But now he gets to add being a father to that promise.

“Look at you, you’re so small. Such a little lamb.” He coos, running a finger over her plushy cheek.

“Little lamb…” You murmur quietly. So tired that you just might fall asleep. But you fought to stay awake as Eli tucked you into his side on the hospital bed, holding the bundle between you two. You finally see her face. All pink and wrinkled and scrunched up as she tries to sleep.

Eli lays his head on top of yours, “I am the most blessed man to ever exist.” You giggled at him, lovingly staring with half lidded eyes.

He notices your observation of him, “What?”

“She looks like you.” Your voice is hoarse.

“Oh, you hysterical woman. I can only hope she takes on your features. She’ll be far better off that way.”

“No…she’s going to be just like you. Spoiled and indignant.” Lightly biting your lip, you watch his expression fill with confusion.

“Spoiled? Indignant?”

Your laugh comes deep from your chest, “Mhmm. She is a preacher’s daughter. It’s only natural that she’ll be a little bit full of herself.”

“You’ll keep her head out of the clouds.”

“You’re so sure?”

“Absolutely. You do well enough holding me to the earth. What’s one more? Besides, she’s so tiny that it wouldn’t be much work.” He holds up her small, chubby fist as proof.

“You’re incorrigible.”

Eli turns to you, gazing into your sleepy eyes, and hoping he doesn't find any doubt in them, “But, you’re happy, aren’t you?”

With a gentle kiss to Florence's fuzzy head, you murmur, “Immensely.”

Eli only begins to suppress the sound of his sob, “Then we have done well for ourselves.” And so Eli Sunday prays that his little flock stays this way, happy, together, and filled with an abundance of love.

#there will be blood #eli sunday #eli sunday x you #eli sunday x reader #eli sunday smut #eli sunday fluff #eli sunday fic #danonation #paul dano #danocel #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[inosukebakugo]

bakutodo ryokan trip fic - Warm During Winter

So I need y'alls help because I've written 6 more chapters and a smut scene and I'm trying not to just dump it on AO3.

Class 1-A decides to plan their own trip over winter break and they go to a ryokan for some R&R. This is a slow burn (for me) and mostly pining and fluff tbh the fucking got cut okay but I'm obsessed with Todoroki having an attitude. Put under the cut because the first chapter alone is 1.7k

As the snow started to fall and bring the first feeling of winter with it, class 1-A were all congregated together in their common room. Across the large coffee table were pamphlets, papers, and two laptops with Momo and Denki sitting on the floor to compare screens. Bakugou sat on the end of the farthest sofa and kept reading his book. He wasn’t even sure if he was going with them yet. Someone had suggested they plan their own trip over winter break and the entire class had run with the idea. At least if it wasn’t a school sanctioned event, the likelihood of being attacked by villains went way down. They were just a class of kids on a trip together at that point.

The whole group chattered away, full of ideas of where to go and what to do. They could travel anywhere by train so all of Japan was open to them. Every one had their own ideas. Yaoyorozu wanted to leave the country entirely to go skiing but that was quickly thrown out as not everyone had a passport. Kirishima suggested some kind of death hike up Mount Fuji but the only person crazy enough to go with him was Uraraka and that was… Scary.  More and more crazy ideas came spouting out of the group until a certain blond lost his temper with their arguing.

“Would you all just pick something and shut the fuck up?” Katsuki yelled from his end of the living room. “Just go do something normal, like an onsen or whatever.”

“That’s a great idea Bakugou,” the first voice to speak was a surprise to everyone except the two of them. Todoroki had spent many evenings asking annoying questions while they were on their way back from remedial classes. Somewhere along the line, at least Shoto considered them to be friends. After all, Bakugou had learned some pretty tough truths about his past too on those nights. “Maybe a ryokan would be good so we could stay there too.”

“See now there’s an idea,” Bakugou scoffed. “Get all of you out of my hair for a week.”

“Are you not going to come with us Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, turning the whole class on him.

“No, and I’m leaving before you extras annoy me too much,” The blond just stomped away from the group and back to his room.

“Well he’s no fun,” Mina huffed as she sat back on the couch. “But he did have a good idea.”

“A ryokan it is!” Kaminari announced happily as he began a new search. “But I’m not going to be the one getting punched in the face to convince Bakugou to come with us. Kirishima?”

“Nope, me neither bro,” The redhead hardened up to back up his point. “I’m not going up there.”

“Well we’re booking it tonight so I need to know if he’s coming or not,” Kaminari complained while everyone else was looking around to see who would be the one to go after the explosive boy.

“I’ll do it,” Todoroki sighed and got up. “You guys really shouldn’t be that scared of him. There’s no way he’d blow up the place where he lives.”

“See you’d think that,” Izuku laughed uncomfortably. “But he’s done it before. I don’t think I ever saw his mom that mad.”

“Hmmm,” Shoto contemplated. “I’ll have to ask him about that sometime.”

“Please don’t!” Midoriya was almost begging. “He’ll know I told you.”

Todoroki just hummed again before leaving the room and punching the elevator call button. He waited patiently and listened. Before long his friends were going back to their conversation about where to stay. Frankly, Shoto couldn’t care less exactly where they end up. He just wants all his friends to have a good time and a week in a hot spring town is exactly what they all need. Bakugou included whether he agrees or not. While he never met the woman, the stories that the blond tells of his mother sound an awful lot like him. Exactly like him, in fact. The look on Izuku’s face when he mentioned her definitely confirms the theory. The elevator doors opened and instead of the 5, he pressed the 4th floor. It wasn’t long until he was knocking on Bakugou’s door.

“What?!” Katsuki snarled as he opened the door but he backed off once he saw who it was. “I’m glad they had the sense to send you; but I’m still not coming with on your nerd trip.”

“Why not?” Todoroki asked and walked into his room when Bakugou stepped aside. He did his best to ignore the light feeling in his chest at the blond’s words but he didn’t do a very good job. “It’ll be fun and relaxing I promise. What could you have to do that’s better than spending a week in an onsen?”

“First of all,” Bakugou even held up a finger to emphasize his points. “It will not be relaxing because the rest of the idiots will be there causing trouble. Second, I was going to take advantage of the empty training rooms while you’re all gone.”

“So you’re going to work yourself to death,” Todoroki’s face would’ve looked neutral to anyone else but Bakugou could see the attitude in it. All disappointment and challenge. “Healing your body is important.”

“Yes and I can do that without being naked around all of you,” Katsuki argued back. “Amazing, isn’t it.”

“Would you go if it was just you and me?” Shoto challenged him again. Maybe the harsh attitude the blond kept up was rubbing off on him. If anything, it was only the fact that he felt comfortable enough with Bakugou to be genuinely curious.

“Yeah because you know how to be quiet sometimes Icy Hot,” Katsuki scoffed but there was also a hint of truth to his response. He would if it were just the two of them, if he could try and see if the fire and ice user felt the same way about him. Hell, maybe Katsuki could make him if he swept him off his feet… But he was also painfully aware of how uncertain he was of Todoroki’s feelings for him. It was a fine line he was dancing and Bakugou hadn’t dared toe it yet. “Listen hot springs sound nice but I don’t know if I can tolerate those idiots every day of my vacation.”

“I have a solution,” Shoto was straightforward as always. “I will make sure one of us gets a room with a private bath.”

“What, so I can be holed up in the room all day?” Katsuki snorted but he was cut off before he could continue,

“Well no,” Shoto didn’t usually bowl people over in a conversation but he learned quickly that it was the only way he could get a word in with his friend. “You could hang out with me and then we could go do stuff with everyone later in the day. It’s the best of both.”

“You really want to hang out with me, huh?” Bakugou hid his blush behind a cocky smile. He looked over at the one person he would willingly call a friend and thought the situation through. The chances of fucking up, of really and irrepairably fucking up his friendship with Todoroki were high. What if at the end of it all, Shoto just didn’t feel the same way? The little nagging voice that sounded just like his mom came from the back of his head, asking what would happen if Shoto did return his feelings. Before he could speak again, Todoroki did instead,

“I always want to hang out with you,” Shoto said bluntly, making Katsuki’s heart beat just a little bit faster. “And I know you’ll have fun if you come with us, even if you’ll pretend to complain the whole time.”

“Only one correction,” Bakugou sighed, knowing he was defeated in the face of a determined Shoto Todoroki. “I’ll have fun if I go with you.”

“I’ll tell the others you’re coming,” Shoto gave him a rare smile. It was wide and warm and all for Katsuki. The blond wanted to melt where he stood but his legs stood firm under him. “Are you going to come back down or are you going to bed?”

“I’m going to bed so watch how loud you are when you come back upstairs,” Katsuki tried to hold onto his usual attitude but for once it wasn’t hitting quite right. The ease of how Todoroki had asked him what he was doing had shocked him and he did his best to stop his whole face turning red. “If you wake me up, I’ll come up there and kill you myself.”

“Sure,” Todoroki had the audacity to roll his eyes before turning to leave and despite how bad Bakugou wanted to keep him, he was allowed to leave. Even when he continued to taunt Bakugou. “So scary.”

The insult Todoroki was waiting for as the door closed never came. He was surprised but not enough to go back, he’d annoyed Bakugou into coming on the trip with them and he wasn’t about to risk it. While Shoto was on his way downstairs, Katsuki was practically beating himself up on his bed. He was basically getting everything he wanted and more but he still had to act like a damn fool. He sounded like an idiot. He was an idiot. Shoto definitely thought he was an idiot. Still, he offered to get a fancy room for them just so Bakugou wouldn’t have to be around the extras all the time. He was thinking about Bakugou at least, that was something. As he stared up at the ceiling, he silently decided that he would try to woo Shoto on the trip but if he was rejected, that was it. He’d let it go. A part of him wanted to call his mom but he didn’t know if he could handle her teasing about having a crush right now. Instead of doing anything at all, Bakugou decided to at least do as he’d said he would. Quietly he got ready for bed and when he went to lay down, Katsuki found a certain scarred face behind his eyelids.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #tdbk #todobaku #todoroki x bakugo #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki #my fic

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Also saw your post about etn, sincerely going insane because theres like, no congregation of fans anymore :'( where do i talk about all the things in my head ??

like all fandoms i am the backbone of (that's a joke,,, mostly) i throw things into the main tag and hope for the best

but also my ask box is open for y'all i'm always down to talk about etn!!!

#escape the night #etn #it me #qs #would like to clarify i'm not talking about the etn fandom #i mean the wowp fandom #a bitch is out here stanning justin russo by herself

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I really do not understand where this whole idea of lesbians and bisexual women branching off into individual identities and communities being a bad thing stemmed from but god it frustrates me as a bi woman/bi person in general and as a person who loves many many of my awesome big sexy lesbians friends.

Bisexual women and lesbians may have congregated as the same group once but we're not anymore, and thats FINE and its actually a good thing! Because despite the overlap in experiences as women who are attracted to women (and yes I am including trans women when I say women), bisexual women and lesbians still have significant differences in experience and marginalization unique to their attraction that need to be addressed as separate communites because being aware of these differences provides a basis for us to tackle said issues in a way that is specifically conscious and adapted to our individual communities and forms of opression. God I hope that makes sense lol

Like as a WHOLE community we ALL have overlap in experiencing homophobia or bigotry directed as us for not conforming to gender and expression the way cis heteronormative society wants us to (i.e butch lesbians, effeminate gay men, trans/non binary people who do not pass/choose not to pass, etc) but we all as individual communities in one, face individual types of marginalization that we need to talk about so that those who don't experience it in the broader community and outside of it understand us.

For example cishet society hates lesbians for NOT being attracted to men and being attracted to women instead, it hates gay men for being attracted to men and not women, bisexuals are scrutinized for the fact that we have fluid attraction, trans folks but particularly trans women are hated for being women despite the assigned gender that society expects for them to conform to and at the same time intertwine that specific transphobia with misogyny which thusly creates transmisogyny (I'm sorry of I phrased this badly, I would absolutely appreciate correction!), etc. It is incredibly important that we acknowledge those specific and DIFFERENT experiences that we are targeted with because other wise it'd be like being blind to each others suffering.

And in the case of lesbian and bisexual women, trying to lump us in as one big group again erases the history of opression lesbians specifically face and fought for being women who do not show attraction to men and for being women who love women and take joy in sexual and romantic pleasure in loving women, and to do so proudly, despite societies insistence that women have to be with men. For bisexual women it creates and perpetuates the god awful attitude that bisexuality as an identity is simply not enough all in its own. It is yet another unnecessary ammendment made to bisexuality because y'all dont want to question the internalized issues you may have with it. Lesbianism excluding the attraction to men is not a threat to those of us who have attraction to women ALONG SIDE an attraction to men in ANY capacity, that is literally what bisexuality is for and that's ENOUGH!!! Some bisexuals are drawn more to women than men, but still acknowledge that part of them is still attracted to men and guess what, THAT'S STILL BISEXUALITY AND ITS FINE!!!! There is literally 0 need to impose an attraction to men on to lesbians like AT ALL and acting like we have to go back to being the same group does exactly that.

And to top it off, lesbianism does not exclude nonbinary folks and trans women just as bisexuality doesn't exclude nonbinary and trans people as a whole; trying to lump us in together with attraction to non binary people as an excuse is fucking stupid and gross. Because again, you're perpetuating the lesbophobic belief that all lesbians are trans exclusionist and the biphobic belief that bisexuals are transphobic and limited or binary in their attraction.

I of course haven't even touched on the specific difference of how bisexuality and lesbianism differ in terms of social impact such as ipv, addiction, depression, etc. There are lots of studies and statistics that show the numbers are different between us and even between us and the rest of the community! Being able to be separate respected communities allows us to see the impact of biphobia and lesbophobia as two specific forms of oppression and find the right kind if help and resources for us to heal as lesbian or bisexual women!!!

Do you like not literally see how trying to make us one big group with 0 acknowledgement of how significant our difference are is harmful?

#anyway this has been in my brain for ages #i needed to let it out cause its frustrating seeing yall fuck with us as both separate communities and as allies #with this disingenuous badly vieled attempt at labeling ms/p*c lesbians as solidarity skdndkdksks #bi tag #📓