#Sunday thoughts

[starsungwithamelody]

sunday nsfw headcannons pt. 1

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it’s not very very nsfw it’s just subtle.. pt2 will be more nsfw

-imagine if his wings flutter to cover his face when he’s embarrassed

you walk into sunday’s study, it’s quiet.. yet the only noises that can be heard is soft writing and papers gliding across each other.

he looks up, softly smiling at you. it’s been a while since you seen him this soft. he focuses back onto his paper, picking up his pen to continue whatever he was writing. he looks ever so graceful, his hair in a neat yet messy way, his organized desk, how did you even get the chance to meet such a perfect guy like him?

you can’t help but get the urge to just compliment him! he’s just too fine right now! ugh! it’s like having a middle school crush you’re twiddling your thumbs over, making sure you’re always looking pretty for!

“you’re quite cute when you’re focused..”

you immediately regret your decision when he looks up at you confused, did i look weird? did i come off too strong!?

“thank you..”

you quickly look up, his wings covering his face while he looks away from you. he’s flustered and you know it! you pause realizing you’re really heating up now! your face is hot and red!

you don’t really know what to even do now! the awkward silence between you and him is just killing you! so you just think of something quick! walking over to his desk and hugging him? was that even a good idea?

you walk over to his desk, standing behind him, putting your arms over his shoulders. he smells so good! wait. is that weird to say?

“h-huh..?”

he keeps his face covered, gently grabbing your hands, pulling you even closer. you’re so close… your head is on the crook of his neck now!

“this.. this is nice..”

you mutter, it took you way too much courage to even say that, but how could you not? he smells good, looks great, looks adorable, and lastly! he’s your significant other!

you finally look down, eyes widening when you realize he’s hard

just from one compliment.

-imagine if his halo flickers when’s he cums + his wings being super duper sensitive!

you’re even more flustered now! but you know what! you’re gorgeous strong independent! you’re sure you can handle this situation right! right?

“you’re quite hard now sunday..”

your hands start to roam around his chest, slowly taking off his jacket. his wings still covering his face.

“c’mon… don’t be shy..”

your hand grazes his wings, you softly attempt to move his wings out of his face. they twitch and flutter every time you try to brush his wings away. his halo starts to flicker instantly that’s not usual? the bright gleaming halo is now flickering and twitching so much!

“oh wow.. your wings are a lot more sensitive sunday”

you hear sunday clear his voice, he’s gripping the armrests on his chair. his hands fidgeting around, he keeps groaning.

“a-ahem.. it’s nothing..”

his voice is so whiny now? you swear he never sounded like this before! you know what! you’re getting to the bottom of this.

you quickly swivel his chair around, wrapping your hand around his chin forcing him to look at you. you take one good look at him, his crotch mostly. there’s a large dark spot staining his crotch.

oh my aeons.. he just came from you touching his wings.

maybe that’s how you ended up overstimulating him till he cries but that’s for another day…

[beccawise7]

Intimacy...

Rarely has anything to do with sex...

Yet often leads to deeper and more soulful connection.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[h0neysp1ce]

Random Thoughts about Sunday

Sunday! - who asked you to marry him in his own way, interlocking your hands with his while you look at each other face to face. "My Dear, [Name] I could spend Eternity with you don't you know?"

Sunday! - who has the habit of tracing over your hands, especially the hand with your engagement ring and wedding ring. he loves admiring how lovely the rings look on you, and he won't admit it out loud but he loves that your his and he's yours.

Sunday! - who while he's handling affairs with the Oak Family, or just any business at all, he's fidgeting with his own wedding ring that is hidden under His gloved hand, It reminding him every time just how much it makes him happy that he's with you, and maybe a way of Missing you when he's busy at work.

Sunday! - who thinks of you as his light, the center of his universe, his way through the darkness, his anchor, his most beloved ,His most dearest.

Sunday! - who will make sure you never come to no harm or danger, this man's priority is your safety, he's very protective of you.

Sunday! - who thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever met, and you'll continue to be forever in his eyes

Sunday! - who sneaks glances at you when you're not looking.

Sunday! - who kisses your hands, littering them in his kisses, praising , whispering sweet things as he kisses a new patch of skin.

Sunday! - who lets you touch his wings, every so often, you happen to have the special privilege, only he allows you to do this and no one else

Sunday! - who greets you with a kiss, once he's finished with his work.

Sunday! who loves when you pepper kisses all over his face, soaking up all your attention and affection.

Sunday! - who loves embracing you, any chance he gets.

Sunday! who picks you up bridal style and carries you.

Sunday! - who loves calling you "His Dove", "His Darling", "My Angel"

Sweetheart, Love (Pet names)

was reading up on his lore and story last night and got inspired 🤭

[blabbershere]

The time flows in strange ways on Sundays.

— Haruki Murakami // 1Q84

[lihhelsing]

cw: domestic abuse and mentions of violence

Eddie Munson is the most infamous hitman in Chicago. Everyone knows of him and if you ever feel like getting rid of someone he’s who you should hire.

Enters mob boss Tommy Hagan.

He hires Eddie for a delicate job, one that gets Eddie doing home visits for Tommy, something he doesn’t usually do. There he meets Tommy’s fiance, Steve Harrington.

Steve is… Addictive. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of him, even if he tried.

And he doesn’t really feel like trying because Steve is sweet, gorgeous, everything Eddie ever wanted but could never have.

Steve might be a househusband, but he knows a lot about Tommy's business and the people he makes deals with, so under the pretense of researching his target, Eddie starts spending time with Steve.

Tommy keeps a bunch of archives in his home and he asks Steve to personally help Eddie through all of that while he's dealing with other shit. Steve is more than happy to comply, enjoying the distraction - and the company.

It doesn't take long for Eddie to realize there's something wrong happening between Tommy and Steve. Tommy keeps the facade of a good soon-to-be husband, brings Steve's flowers and gifts every time he goes out, but Eddie has never seen Steve out of the house.

He's seen Steve asking their house staff to get groceries and things like that but he always just assumed Steve preferred not to leave the house. Now...

Eddie starts to see that what he thought was a good, perfect relationship doesn't seem that perfect anymore. He sees the bags under Steve's eyes whenever Tommy greets Eddie in a bad mood. He sees the underlying tension in Steve's shoulders whenever Tommy walks into the room.

He sees the bruises, too.

The decision is made before Eddie can even think it through, and he is willing to risk his reputation, his work, and his life if it means getting Steve out of this.

But he’s not the only one with secrets and things won’t be as simple as just killing Tommy and walking away.

[soapssuds]

Teacher!Sunday x Teacher!Reader

The reader is NOT a student in this

Teacher!Sunday who finally finds out what the hot new topic is that is bustling around the school halls.

Teacher!Sunday who finds out that there is a beautiful new teacher on the second floor of the school, in the room right under his.

Teacher!Sunday who eats his lunch by the window of the class, it was open so the breeze could drift in and no student dared to bother him during this period. (Not that they needed to, he was a good teacher who explained things well. Questions in and out of class were rare.)

Teacher!Sunday who hears a small sigh right below his window. His curiosity getting the better of him almost immediately. (He could practically hear his sister telling him not to hang out the window just to see something.)

Teacher!Sunday who sees you. Your elbows resting on the windowsill, your face cradled in your palms. It was obvious that you were leaning forward. Your eyes, though he may not be able to see them, were staring at something in the distance. That, or you were just daydreaming.

"Amazing view, isn't it?"

It wasn't everyday that Sunday spoke to another so quickly. Usually others were the ones who sought Sunday's attention. But, he'll ignore his own outburst for now. You're new after all.

The sound of his voice startled you, you looked around for a moment before gripping the windowsill and turning your head up.

He could see how your eyes seemed to shine once looking at him. Love at first sight? No, he thought, you didn't seem like the type.

"O- oh, uhm- yes! It's an amazing view!"

His first meeting with you was amusing to say the least. You were chatterbox, a complete and total sunshine of a person who also tended to stutter over your words or accidentally say a word wrong to only correct yourself a moment later.

Teacher!Sunday was immediately transfixed, though he did wonder...will you turn out as boring as the others?

[jenniferdarjeeling]

Honest Writer Thoughts

I need someone to create a successful live adaptation of one of my books so that I can be invited to and attend a red carpet event, where I can finally wear a glamorous and expensive gown.

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

I am ONCE AGAIN thinking about 1920s morally grey Speakeasy!Batboys who do some shady ass business and have no problem beating someone to a pulp if they’re crossed but absolutely fucking worship the ground their women walk on and will tear the world apart before any harm comes to them 😫😫😫

[skeptical-saniwa]

any fun fact from you about Sunday?

Below the line bec I thought of way too many things lol

Hm I like to think he’s a bit contradictory for ex.:

He thinks about the people as a whole but never thinks about their individuality “I know they will desire X, because everyone does”

He wishes for happiness but will he even feel happy if he got his way? Like after all that work & pessimism I feel like he’d be more satisfied or relieved it’s been done.

If we’re going fanon brainrot:

He’d tell you to take lots of breaks while he doesn’t even remember the last time his break was

Take off his glove and put your bare hand onto his. I imagine he’s not used to direct touch because he’s dressed like a church boy from head to toe. So he’d probably be jumpy about it.

If he’s at the beach he’s the first one getting a sunburn. Watch him pull out a parasol.

If we’re doing a “walking in on them changing” trope, it’s Sunday who’s screaming. You can scream too, for a separate reason 🌚

He puts feather care oil on his wings every night. Got to keep a clean appearance ykno

He can’t do a sit-up. Or a push-up. His core strength is weaker than my resolve, look at his work-life balance & psychological state.

[hestiashearthfire]

I am of the opinion that all the gods and goddesses will sit and have a warm drink with you if you invite them. (I was going to say “have tea,” but I imagine coffee works just as well.)

[oldsouloldlove]

I want spend my Sundays with you 💖

[sunflouwerhabit]

sunday musings…

hi friends! it is currently rainy and disgusting here in the Land. i might be dying (or, at least, i am experiencing the onset of a cold and have earned the right be a baby about it) and i am quite simply coming off the worst month of my life. things just feel so… bleak? so grey? i feel like i fell through a portal into the wrong universe on october 16th and am going to spend the rest of my life trying to find my way back.

i still just don’t know what to do. like.

i go about my day. i try to find solace in the little things. i smile when i’m talking to my friends or playing with my bunnies and like… life goes on, you know? even when it feels like it shouldn’t. i’m writing, i’m living, i’m taking it day by day. in most moments, i’m okay. but then i think about the future and the years to come and it’s just… god. something in me died with liam, and then something died in me last tuesday with the US election. it’s also grim. i feel like i’n a storm cloud casting shadows over everything that i love.

i know i’ll be okay, someday. i just don’t know when that will be.

in the meantime… i’m going to keep leaning into the things that make me happiest: writing, music, fandom. this community means more to me than i will ever put into words and i’m just so, so, so grateful that i will always have this.

last thursday, i resumed posting bring me home. section 3 was released today. for a very long time, i didn’t know if i would be able to. i didn’t know if i would ever write again. i didn’t know how to go back to a story that began in 2018 and celebrates a life we’ll never get: the boys growing up together, as best friends and a family and being so, so, so happy. ot5 is the heart of bring me home. it’s the heart of every story i write. that thought kills me. it also makes me so, so grateful that- as a fandom- we have created so many universes where the boys are together and everything is okay.

fiction is so healing.

before making the decision to return to BMH, i texted my lovely beta reader and told her that, in the wake of the election, i felt powerless. it’s such a helpless, dark feeling. even now, there is nothing i can do to fix what happened, BUT. but. i can release my stories. i can post bring me home. i can hopefully give my readers a reprieve, letting them live in a world where things are lighter. i can write my queer stories filled with queer characters who are soft, lovely, thoughtful, bright, brilliant, happy, and queer. i can write about queer couples loving each other. i can celebrate queer joy.

that’s what i’m going to do. it’s all i got. it’s nothing and it’s everything.

i hope you’re all doing okay. i am sending you all of my love. if you ever need anything, feel free to reach out. i am incredibly volatile right now- some days i need to be glued to my phone, others i can’t be online. some days i need to talk and some days i need space- but i will respond when i can, i promise. we’re a fandom, a community, and we can get through this together. grief is ugly and complex. it’s grey. it’s love.

see you on thursday for section 4 of bring me home 🤍

forever celebrating queer joy,

lexie <3

[blacklezrage]

yeah, i'm super hot. and what are YOU gonna do about? eat my pussy???

[soapssuds]

Here i come e6 sunday. I don't care if he isn't a dps. I'll build him in such a way that he WILL be a dps and never leave my team. I do not care if he will not work with any of the characters i currently have. He's staying in my team until the end of time.

Sunday wanters will be Sunday havers!!! Good luck to everyone saving!!!!

[notbornwithit]

I'm going to create the life I want and deserve. And I'm going to help the people I love do the same.

[pleaktale]

Wondering if Ekko ever feels like he's bounded to the fact he can time travel. Like, he discovered the how, and as of now, it's the only person able to do it. Does he ever think he absolutely can't screw up? Because he has the option to not fumble on what he's doing. If he does, does he feels bad? I could've make it right but failed?