#cherry♡jesus

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

[maivolpe]

Peter Parker x female!reader (established relationship)

Imagine if Peter finally brought his gf to the tower

Everyone would be so happy for Peter, and tony would give her wanrjngs ofc

this is an alternate universe where the events of civil war never happened, but tony still called peter in. and let’s not talk about how i’m over a year late… life caught up to me. if you’ve stuck around, i appreciate you! thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader cw: mentions of anxiety, mentions of alcohol, threats wc: 1.4k

“honey, why are you fidgeting?” peter asked, gently grasping your fingers to keep you from pulling on the hem of your sweater.

you sighed, giving his hands a small squeeze. "i'm scared, pete. they're a huge part of your life. what if they don't like me?"

he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "i promise they'll love you, bug. how could they not?"

you managed a wobbly smile, and concern clouded peter's face. "how about this, honey? if they don't like you, i'll quit. i'll pack everything up and leave. we're a package deal, yeah?"

he extended his pinky, prodding yours.

"no, that's so stupid. this is- you love everything about them, and this job. i could never make you do that."

peter wrapped his pinky around yours and grinned. "good, because it's not going to happen."

a small ding preceded the elevator slowing to a stop, and your heart once again raced. you knew it was stupid, you knew they wouldn't be anything but kind to you. and yet, the same little voice that told you peter was too good for you was talking.

it didn't have much time, however, because the elevator doors slid open.

in front of you stood a massive workshop, high-tech equipment stuffed in every corner. screens mounted high on the walls blinked with all sorts of blueprints, while robots scuttled across the ground and holograms of iron man suits twirled through the air. both vintage and sports cars lined the back wall, shelves stuffed with funnels, jacks, and batteries. old versions of iron man suits stood displayed across the workshop, all the way from the silver mark two to the flashy mark forty-five.

the real iron man was bent over a table saw in the middle of the workshop. he was clad in a ragged metallica shirt, grease smeared across his face as he ran a sheet of cherry-red metal over the blade. sparks danced up into the air at the contact, just missing his face.

“hey, mr. stark!”

the screech of the saw stopped, though tony didn't look up from his work. a scrap of metal clattered to the floor, and you cringed at the sound.

“hey, pete,” he said.

it was silent for a moment, and peter cleared his throat. tony’s gaze flicked toward you, and you offered him an awkward wave. his eyes widened.

“well jesus, spider-boy, you didn’t tell me you were bringing a lady!”

“sorry,” peter laughed. “this is mr. stark. mr. stark, this is…”

"oh, she needs no introduction!"

he leapt up from his desk, tossing his plastic safety glasses to the side before pulling you into an embrace. he smelled like smoke, and your eyes stung with it.

"nice to meet you, mr. stark," you said, muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"nice to meet you, kiddo." tony leaned in close to your ear to whisper. "you hurt him, we hurt you."

you blinked. "um-"

"kidding, i'm kidding. but seriously," he said, straightening up and walking back to his saw. "don't try it."

"i-i won't."

peter shot tony a glare before taking your hand in his. "come on, bug, let's go meet the rest."

"bug? that's adorable. think i should try that on pepper?"

"shut up, mr. stark!"

peter led you across the floor, through a set of doors, and up a flight of stairs. when he ceased to hear your footsteps pattering behind him, he glanced back at you. you stood three or four steps down, mouth agape at the majesty of the space in front of you.

it was the floor of the avengers tower that you'd become accustomed to seeing, in the back of peter's selfies and facetime calls, but pictures didn't do it or its inhabitants justice. beautiful paintings were hung across the walls, antiquated weapons were illuminated in glass cases, and intricate centerpieces adorned a dark wooden dining table. bookshelves lined the hardwood floors, full of armor and games and magazines. light streamed in from frosted glass windows and glowed from lamps set in every corner.

the kitchen was just as impressive, overflowing with bowls of fresh fruit, all sorts of cutlery, and every cooking gadget you could dream of. some shelves were full of cookbooks and ingredients, others displaying china and cocktail glasses. the sleek silver appliances glinted in the sunlight, only compounding your overwhelming sense of just how expensive everything was.

the scarlet witch stood at the stove, stirring the contents of a pot that smelled heavenly. across the room, sprawled on an orange couch, was black widow. the opposite couch held sat captain america and the falcon, deep in conversation.

peter's voice echoed across the room when he spoke.

"hey, i, uh, brought you guys a friend."

every head turned, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. silence hung heavy in the air, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"well, don't stare the poor thing down," natasha said.

somehow, just like that, the tension was gone.

wanda smiled brightly from her spot in the kitchen, offering you a wave with her free hand. "i like your sweater!"

"thank you!"

steve rose to his feet and shook your hand firmly. "i hope tony didn't scare you too badly."

you chuckled. "no, he's just... a little intense."

natasha laughed, shifting to one side of the couch to make space for you. "that's a nice way of putting it."

you settled next to her gratefully, and she offered you a warm smile.

"he's going crazy because rhodey's not here to keep him in check," sam said.

"when does he get back?" peter asked. "i have an idea for a new attachment for his suit."

"he has a committee meeting in d.c.," natasha said. "he should be back in a week."

peter frowned. "why does he have to be gone for so long?"

"do not be upset that colonel rhodes has a job and you are unemployed," a new voice spoke from behind the couch.

you snickered at the betrayed look on peter's face.

the android floated around the corner, extending a vibranium hand. "i am vision."

you shook his hand. "nice to meet you."

peter didn't want to let the subject drop. "being spider-man is my job," he argued.

you saw your chance to tease him, and took it. "then where are those paychecks?"

peter's jaw dropped, and before you could protect yourself, he was lunging forward, fingers tickling under your shirt. you squealed and squirmed behind natasha, who stared daggers at your boyfriend until he backed down.

steve smiled. "i like you. you're good for the kid."

"yeah, he needs humbled sometimes," sam agreed.

the conversation continued around you, and while you didn't contribute much, they made sure to include you. you found you loved observing the avengers' dynamic, their quick banter and easy laughter captivating you. it felt like, well, a family.

wanda called to you from the kitchen, her voice pulling you out of your reverie. "i am making lunch, would you like a plate?"

you shook your head. "that's very kind, but you don't have to."

"no, i insist."

"trust her," sam offered. "she's a great cook."

you relented. "if you're sure, wanda, i'd love a plate."

everyone gathered at the kitchen table while wanda served up lunch. peter pulled a chair up next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"having fun?"

"so much," you smiled.

wanda had made dumplings, and they were indeed delicious. you were glad you had taken her up on her offer. they even seemed to sate peter's superhuman appetite- he sat back in his chair after only six.

tony passed through the kitchen, even dirtier than before, if that was possible. now a whole sleeve of his shirt was singed off. he grabbed a plate with stained fingers and loaded it with dumplings.

"these are great," he managed between bites.

"they're better if you chew them," steve mumured.

"hop off, old man. not like you could chew with those dentures anyways."

he finished his plate and set it on the table, grabbing a bottle of scotch from the shelf. natasha and steve exchanged looks while he poured himself a glass.

"underoos, do me a favor and bring your aunt over next."

he strutted out of the room before peter could let out an exasperated 'mr. stark!'

when you had finished your dumplings, peter cleared both of your plates and returned to your side.

"ready to go, baby?"

"pete, could we actually... stay a while?”

you swore you'd never seen peter as happy as he looked in that moment. he was positively beaming, eyes alight with pride.

"we can stay as long as you want, bug."

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ko-fi ♡

[billdenbroughsgirl]

nap time ♡ bill denbrough

♡ pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader

a/n ♡ first tumblr post! i’ve been writing fics for a few years now, but i’ve started to really like my work & want to share it! please send requests !

♡ summary: reader goes to bill’s baseball game, and afterwards, they fall asleep cuddling <3

♡ word count: 376 :)

♡ one week ago ♡

you climb onto the bed, and lie your head on bill’s chest, your cheek against his shirt. “i missed you.” you mutter lazily. he’d been at one of his baseball games, and you’d been bored out of your mind at home. “it’s buh-been an h-hour.” he replies, his hands moving to your head, starting to play with your hair. “a very long hour.” you hear him chuckle softly. “muh-maybe you should c-come next t-t-time.” he suggests. “really?” you lift your head from his chest and look at him. he nods, a small smile on his face.

you bounce on your heels, waiting for bill to come over to the bike rack, where you’d agreed to meet. after what feels like forever, you spot him walking towards you. “bill!” you exclaim, running towards him with your arms out. you see a smile light up his face, and he stretches his arms out as you reach him. “that was so cool!” you say, your voice muffled by his arms around you. “y-yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “mhm! you’re really good.” he kisses the top of your head, “th-thank you,” before pulling away from the hug, “you r-ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. the two of you walk the short distance to the bike rack. you hop onto your bike, a cherry red cruiser with a woven basket, and bill gets onto silver.

you’re lying on your back on bill’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. “hurry up!” you call out, partially joking. a moment later, he opens his bedroom door, and you sit up. pulling a ringer tee over his head, he says “j-jesus christ, y/n, be puh-patient.” you shake your head. “i was! you just take forever in the shower!” he rolls his eyes, but you can see a small smile on his face. “yeah, oh-okay.” he walks over to his bed, and you move so he can get comfortable. lying down on his back, he motions you back, patting his chest. you smile, and lay your head down, closing your eyes. “‘m gonna take a nap,” you mumble sleepily, feeling his hand on your head, stroking your hair. “a-alright. s-sleep well, y-y/n.” you smile. “you too, bill.”

[rebelboiz]

⚠ ᴛʜɪs ʙɪᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ...⚠

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⛓️ • 🚬 • 🔪 • !! INTRO: THE KINKY KILLERS KOLLECTIVE !! • ⛓️ • 🚬 • 🔪

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~ “Let’s kill them all…” • 🔪 •

⛓️ • ~ We are a DIAGNOSED DID sys. We don’t give a flying FUCK if you fuckers fakeclaim us, so don’t even try.

⛓️ • ~ Bodily 27 (MINORS DNI) and male (cis). Gay, poly, and taken ❤️‍🩹. (Prns He/They/Xer/It/Gore/Pup/Gun!)

⛓️ • ~ Disorders: DID, Audhd, C-Ptsd, Bpd, Aspd, Npd, Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, anorexia, Fasd (fetal alcohol syndrome). We are disabled, and use a wheelchair.

⛓️ • ~ Agere+Petre! Treat the fronters that are little with respect, or else your ass is fucking DEAD, alright? :)

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⛓️ • 🚬 • 🔪 • !! OUR ALTERS !! • ⛓️ • 🚬 • 🔪

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⛓️ • ~ main fronters: dylan klebold (host), gerard way, jesse pinkman, adam lanza

⛓️ • ~ littles: calvin gabriel, eric harris, beebo, klee, mikey way, chicken little, draculara, cherry cookie,

⛓️ • ~ trauma-holders: calvin gabriel, dylan klebold, eric harris, vic fuentes, asuka langley

⛓️ • ~ protecters: ray toro, calvin gabriel, jesse pinkman, sonic, rei ayanami, parfait cookie, dark cacao cookie, clawd wolf

⛓️ • ~ petregressors: clawd wolf (wolf obvi), eric harris (wolf), calvin gabriel (fox), gerard way (cat), kumiho cookie (wolf), sorbet cookie (shark)

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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔... 𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕... 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅... 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆.

♡ 𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒

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alter intros

cal, CL, beebo

jesus

dylan

[luaspersona]

walker and yoon! and you don't get to cheat with the yoon answer and link your rec tag because i'm a demon and i said so 😈

walker ⇢ quote one of your favorite lines you've written.

this is an impossible question bc i think everything i write is ridiculously basic, but i'll go with this random one lol cus i thought my jesus-tae jokes were clever

You found out that his sweet smile can be just as alluring as his smirk. And that his eyes can hold a kindness and an innocence so genuine that’s almost infuriating. That he’s the silliest fucking man alive and you couldn’t have asked for a better person to make you company during Christmas — he is basically Jesus after all. The GOAT of Christmas and shit.

yoon ⇢ what are some of your favorite stories (on tumblr)?

BUT WHAT IF I DO, what you gonna do about it 😭

i'll go with recent ones that stuck with me 'cus i can't possibly choose among all, but @yeoldontknow's the body through time, because it's a masterpiece that i still haven't gather the brainpower to review, @jeonqkooks's velvet cherry too bc it's ridiculously well written and yours the one where hoseok plays with fire that i have yet to review, but i've already made it my whole personality, so you just wait

ask me some writing questions ♡

[nigelgraz]

hi hii!! what kind of music do you like listening to? do you have any favourite playlists? i feel like you have great taste so i'd love recs!

Hiii!! My favorite music genres are post punk, Jrock, alternative/industrial metal and shoegaze but i also listen to pretty much everything else too!!

Unfortunately i don't have a playlist i can share bc Spotify is banned in my country lol but here are some of the songs in my favorite go-to playlist i listen to daily!! Sorry if it's long! :'D

Snow White, Romance and Dress by Buck-Tick

This Picture and You Don't Care About Us by Placebo

Your Master Is Calling by Pink Turns Blue

Cemetery and Age of Consent by New Order

Swamp Thing and In Shreds by The Chameleons

Cherry-coloured Funk and Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins

Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen

Rachael by She Wants Revenge

Machine Gun, Alison, No Longer Making Time and 40 Days by Slowdive

Let It Rain by Living Things

Knife Party and Digital Bath by Deftones

Little Sister and Melt by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Charlotte Sometimes and Disintegration by The Cure

Dissonance by Hammock

Any Day Now by Elbow

Bloodhail by Have a Nice Life

Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

Kiss Me Untill My Lips Fall Off by Lebanon Hanover

Adorations by Killing Joke

In My Head and Nothing Lasts by Bedroom

Au Revoir and Aegen by Malice Mizer

Muscle Museum by Muse

Wolf Moon by Type O Negative

Schizophrenia and Superstar by Sonic Youth

Worlock by Skinny Puppy

Just Like Honey and Happy When It Rains by The Jesus and Mary Chain

I think that's enough for now hehe

I hope you like them!!♡ and if you want let me know what you think!! I just. love music A Lot so i love hearing others talk abt it too skjgd

[bernadettelovestokiohotel]

I just want you for my own.

★Vinney Fanfic★

Part 2!

"well,it was great knowing ya."

Vance said as he got up.

"you too"

Finney replied.

After they said goodbye to each other and went separate ways,they both dreamt of the day they'll meet again.

About 3 months later,Finney went for a walk,same street,same way.

He then again,spotted Vance Hopper and immediately wanted to say hello.

"Vance!"

Finn yelled as he ran towards him.

Vance turns around seeing Finney.

"Finn!"

Vance runs towards him and hugs him tightly.

This made Finn blush a bit,their bones were so close they could break against one another.

Finney and Vance are now just walking,no goal,no idea where they're going,just going.Probably because they both enjoy each other's company so much it doesn't matter where they were,they could be stuck in the middle of The Pacific Ocean and would talk and laugh about dumb things together.

"oh,thats my van right there"

Vance said as he went towards his van.

"You have a van?How are you not scared to drive that shit?"

Finney said,laughing.

"I don't focus on that.I focus on the fact that it's my safe place"

Vance said as they walked towards his van together.

They get in his van.

"wow,very warm,i already like it!"

Finney said,laughing.

"you like anything that's warm,heh"

"true."

They both talked for maybe an hour and a half,they laughed and had a great time.

Vance then takes a beer.

"want one?"

"oh..no thanks!"

Finn replied.

As Vance is drinking Finney thought to himself.

"maybe I should try it.No..I might get addicted like dad did..but i ain't no miserable bastard."

"actually can I taste some?"

Finn asks.

"oh.. alright then♡"

Vance said,being slightly drunk.

He pulls Finn into a deep,long kiss as Finn was making noises due to being shocked.

Finney lays on the ground as Vance is on top of him,panting for air.

Vance was sighing on Finney's cherry colored lips as Finney was enjoyed his first kiss.

Vance then starts kissing Finney's neck after he picked Finney up and out him on his lap.

"Jesus..I'm going to hell"

Finney said,being shocked but still laughing about it.

"coming right with you,sugar."

Vance says,laughing.

"you have a crush on me?"

Finn asks.

"of course I fucking do."

Vance said.

"who wouldn't?"

Vance stated again.

"you're Finney Blake afterall."

Vance added,smiling as he played with Finn's soft hair.

They both laughed and then continued kissing.

I know this fanfic wasn't the best thing but it did bring loads of comfort to me.

[tinchasingaurora]

Matthew 13:1-23

"The Parable of the Sower"

I can see myself in either Rocky Ground or Thorns. When I met Ate Cherry (who's already in heaven right now), she brought me into Church service. I was a reader from my High School to 2nd year college. I was able to witness God's movement in my life. There are so many times I was anxious that time, but I was able to survive in my school life thanks to Jesus's guide. Although I've known Jesus for years already, there are still so many times that I'm not living in the way I should be. The free will given by God is something I take advantage of. Now that I'm an adult already, the life challenges keeps getting more heavy. I've come to the point that I developed anxiety.

Thankfully, seeking God is the best way I choose. I may not be in a good soil yet but I know that the Good Sower will bring me into a good one. Like the plants in the real world, I know he will take care of me. I just need to be still. Now that I mentioned it, I realized the verse about not to worry about everything instead pray about everything. It's working all my life. As long as I stand still and put an effort to continue knowing the faithfulness of God, I will become fruitful too. ♡

[cherrylam21]

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[looksthatkilledd]

shes my cherry pie // EDDIE MUNSON x AFAB!Reader

A/N: thank you anon!  ♡ i lysm! I had to make the reader afab but i promise ill try to make it as gender-neutral as possible!  ♡ I couldn't stop laughing at this when writing it because I just watched that one episode of American dad! (aka best tv show ever, well 2nd best to stranger things) and stan became a stripper pls  ♡ also, it mentions cherry pie by warrant which didn't come out till 90' but this takes place about 1990-91 sh I know it doesn't make sense that the younger gang is Just about to come out of high school but in the timeline would be around 19 years old, leave me alone.<3

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader Warnings: NSFW undertones, strip club, drinking, slight angst?? Words: 1.5k AU: everyone is alive and well, eds is a rockstar! takes place in the '90s NOT PROOFREAD

MASTERLIST

Eddie was your best fucking friend, and you would do anything for him and vice versa, it all started when you met in high school, you were sitting in the cafeteria when Eddie had his little moment, you were sitting across at a different table, with your set of friends, since then, you guys have been joined at the hip, doing everything and anything together.

now, a couple years later, Eddie has been the lead singer of one the most famous metal bands of all time, corroded coffin, playing sold-out shows all around the world, he was living the dream, and of course, he wanted to give you the dream as well, but you didn't want it, it was his fame and money, not yours, sure it would be great to have the joys of that but you were not gonna feed off of your best friend, that is not right in your eyes, money should be earned, not handed to you, Eddie earned the money, you're not gonna let him hand it to you. you were NOT about that life.

eddie has made multiple attempts at trying to help you finically, but you've denied it every time, you had a nice-ish apartment, not that many rats, and no bedbugs yet, but it was in a rundown area, with high crime rates, there was probably gunshots every other day, at this point, it sounded like fireworks, you've learned to ignore it, ignore the flashing sirens every 2 seconds as well. but Jesus fuck the rent was high, to afford it you were working 2 jobs, during the day you worked at a minimart, as a cashier, but at night, you were working down at the sunset strip, working as a stripper, either dancing on a pole or serving drinks.

honestly, the strip club wasn't that bad! of course, it had that fair share of old men and druggies who didn't know about the 'no touching' rule, but it rarely did happen, obviously, it wasn't the life, dancing for the pleasure of men, but it did give hella good money, enough to keep your shitty apartment and food, you've always said, you have everything you need, not everything you want, and you were fine with that, life isn't about being rich and snobby, it's about the fun you have.

you would be lying if you said you hated your life, you had the coolest friends, Eddie and his band, robin and steve, and the younger gang as you would call them, even though they're not as young as they were, they were about to graduate from high school, it blew your mind, you still remember the days in high school that you would hang out and play and, you missed it. you still hang out with the gang though, but they're moving on with their life, steve now had a girlfriend, robin and Vickie were moving in together, and nancy was with Jonathan most of the time.

right now, you were sitting in the dressing room, getting ready for the night ahead, smiling at your appearance, you wore a nice red fishnet lingerie set, you wore sparkly red heels and red lipstick to match, you wore red because it matched your name

'cherry'

you were one of the most favourite dancers, your theme song was cherry pie by warrant, which seems nice but hearing it every fucking night.

"come on cherry! you're on in 5!" your boss yells, you sigh, taking one last look in the mirror before smiling and trying to get into your persona of the cliche sexy girl.

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Eddie wasn't the one for groupies or strip clubs, people honestly thought he was gay. he wasn't the one to objectify women, they are much more than sex toys, and plus, he had someone who he very loved and was waiting for, he wouldn't do that to them so when the band decided to take out their stress at the sunset strip, he honestly wasn't interested, but reliving stress sounded nice, he agreed for the drinks, not the girls.

so he found himself squished in a booth with the rest of his band, a glass of whiskey fisted in his hand, he thought this was a good idea, but now that he was surrounded by half-naked girls and crusty old men, he was not happy, he would much rather be at home lounging, maybe with you, watching a horror movie, he has heard that new It movie is pretty good, but clowns made him a bit squirmish. he sighed, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his head on his palm, he was thinking of you again, your hair, how soft it was, your eyes, the way they would glimmer, your delicate fingers, your soft fingertips against his skin, your laugh, your smile, he loved it all, you meant so much to him, so fucking much.

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you don't know why you were so anxious tonight, you were fine any other night, you sighed and crossed your arms as the announcer spoke "thank you, next up is cherry! give them a warm welcome!"

you push open the curtains as everyone cheers, like always, cherry pie plays, you swayed your hips seductively as you walked to the pole, grabbing ahold of it, and thrusting your hips into it

eddie looked up from the table as he started to recognize the song, that is such a coincidently, that was your song, he would always play it for you. he would call you his cherry pie, and he would always emphasize the lyrics

I scream you scream We all scream for her Don't even try 'cause You can't ignore her

because that's how he feels for you. but now, he was taken aback to see your pretty figure on stage, in the red fishnets, your whole body on show, his jaw drops, why was she doing this? you haven't noticed him in the crowd of people, and you have made a habit of not looking in the crowd to see whos there as it makes you uncomfortable to realize how many people were actually watching you dance sexually.

luckily for both you and him, your show came to an end. as you walked off stage, he rose from his seat, and despite the shouts of his fellow band members, he walked towards the stage, heading to the door that was labelled 'backstage; no entry'

he was stopped by a security guard "sorry man, staff only." he spoke sternly "Please I know a dancer, y/n l/n, I need to see her." he begged "do you know how many times I've heard that? you're just trying to get in her pants, no can do."

eddie sighed fishing his wallet out of his pocket, glancing at a picture of you and him, it was at graduation, and you both had your middle fingers up, and written on the bottom read "86' baby!" he pulled it out and showed the guard "is that proof that I know her? if not I have much much more." he huffed the guard sighed, "if miss l/n says you pulled anything I will have the feds on your ass." the guard threatens with a stern poke to eddies chest.

he opened the door, and walked backstage, seeing many records, and props, he walked more and found the door labelled "Cherry." he turned the handle, and you were sat in a robe facing the wall taking out your earrings, and putting them on a table "boss, 'm really sorry that it wasn't my best performance, 'was really anxious for some reason." you spoke, as you finish you turn, you were frozen, seeing Eddie standing in front of you

"Eddie," you whisper out, you could feel tears burning in your eyes, you couldn't find the words to say to him he steps forward grabbing your hands "eds, I didn't want you to find out like this," you whisper once again

he hushes you "It's okay love, I'm not mad, but why? I offered you money so you wouldn't have to me be like this, nothing against it but I feel bad that your most private things about you are on a show like this babe," he spoke smoothly.

your glossy eyes look into his "because I don't deserve the money eds, your hard-earned money and I don't want to feed off of you like a golddigger, I wanna earn my money and be a self-success-" you were cut off with eddies plump lips against yours, you hum in surprise and tense up, before loosening and kissing back, the kiss was very passionate and filled with much love from Eddie.

he pulled away "I love you y/n, I don't want to see you like this, I have a compromise hm?" his voice dripping with pure adoration, you nod, waiting for him to say it "if you want to earn the money, you can I don't know, model for my band, for album covers, posters, Et cetera!" he smiles down at you, and you gasp nodding "I would like that," you say before pulling him in for another kiss

[blueparadis]

I'm requesting this....

"you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes."- hate fucking with Izana Kurokawa from Tokyo revengers.

Please:)

Jesus! hate fucking with Kurokawa,you got it. The Izana brainrot is still so fresh ✨✨ Thanks for this. Enjoy <3

cw: exhibitionism, voyeurism, afab-reader, degradation, spanking,hard-dom Izana but implied femdom, use of pet names, explicit bdsm themes,bdsm roleplay,use of safe word (by Izana),power reversal, service dom Izana, dacryphillia,sub-dom dynamics, hate fucking, unprotected sex.

Izana being seated on the couch, holding a freshly flaming cigarette in between his fingers,eyes lingering over you and his legs crossed one upon the other. He takes a drag from the fuming cigarette and remarks : "you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes, didn't I?"

You were standing infront of him,head down,eyes on your toes. You did as you were told. The cigarette kept burning as Izana's lilac orbs stared constantly as you took off your clothes, leaving nothing over your body.

Discarding the cigarette he gets up from his seat and swirls his index finger in a circle asking you to turn around. As you did,he wraps one of his arms around your chestline slightly heaving your boobs making you gasp. He whispers,"before we begin, i want you breathe with me. match my inhale...and exhale...that’s it. just relax."

Your body matched with his magnetic rythm, inhaling — and — exhaling along with him. His strong heavy breaths hitting your neckline, providing you the ease of being touched by your king.

He slams you down to the table in a flash, slapping your ass cheeks once. "You know,you shouldn't have stepped out of the castle without asking me!", he speaks tartly to which you say,"I'm sorry!", voice shrieking,tears sedimenting at the corner of your eyes as he hits one more time.

"Are you counting, princess?",he asks as his hands rub over your plushed ass cheeks. He retreats, heavy breaths of panting reached your ears. His touch is no more. The sound of unbuckling his belt reaches your ears and you try turn yet he pins you down, again.

He hovers over your body, whispering,"Count loud so that I can hear!"

"THR-EE"…"FOURRR"…"FAI-VEE",tears trickling over your nose as the belt hits the floor. Without wasting a moment,he flips you around, shoving his cock into your juicy cunt.

"You Are All So Wet, Princess!",he speaks as his firm grip clamp around your neck. He starts to thrust in with full force making you moan louder at each rut.

The other hand rubs your bud rashly as he stops giving you a moment to catch up with his breath.

"Fuck this. I can't hold it anymore.",he mutters before gripping your waist and rutting deep into your whimpering pussy. You being pushed down to the table,hips burning in pain,walls of vagina clenching around his cock as he bucks his hips for the final thrust.

Hot spurs of his cum coats your walls. He takes his hard member out of your gaping hole watching his cum mixed along with yours. Your hands extend towards your pussy but he stops you mid way, saying "cherry"and you immediately embrace him saying,"Oh God! 'zana! You did good...you did good!"

Izana burries his face into your caving shoulders, wrapping his arms around you to lift you within his hold. He looks back at you , a grin smearing his face as he notices the worried cresent amongst your eyebrows.

"I hate you!",he says pouting a little bit.

"That's not true, your majesty!",you tease: sucking his lower lip followed by a bite but he breaks the kiss tossing you over the bed.

& a song because he's one of my fav ♡

[emersonlogan]

who: sonny & [OPEN] ! what: reworking his game plan after spending all of orientation doing guerrilla marketing for margot rowe’s living bard’s society presidential campaign instead of formally reuniting with his friends and/or working on the relationships he’s supposed to be forging if he wants to do what he came to cherry to do ! where: the ccu cafeteria !

Sonny worked on the docks for a few years, back in San Francisco. 

The other workers used to tease a group of old sailors-turned-fishermen, who were always driveling on about their neurotic superstitions. The fishermen wouldn’t set sail against a red sunrise, because that meant a storm is coming. They all had gold hoops piercing their ears, not because they were hip, but because it was supposedly good luck to have some gold in you. They said redheads weren’t allowed on their ships, because they were usually soulless Pagans. Women were dangerous to have on board, because they’d distract the crew; but statues of women on the outside of the ship were good luck, because nothing calmed the sea gods like the sight of a topless lady on the bow. Whistling was bad luck, because it took a fool’s hubris to challenge the wind. You couldn’t set sail on a Friday, because that was the day of the week that Jesus died, nor the first Monday in April, which is the day that Cain killed his brother Abel, nor the second Monday in August, which is the day that Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed, nor December 31, which is the day that Judas Iscariot committed suicide. Tattoos were lucky, and the fact that they looked badass was just an incidental bonus. Albatrosses were unlucky, because of some arbitrary poem a guy wrote in the 1700′s. And, god, bananas? Total shit-sucking catastrophes, the devil’s final yellow omens; keep them as far away from the ship as possible, and don’t you dare ask why; the simple act of mentioning them could compromise the whole voyage. 

It made sense, though, the more Sonny thought about it while watching the freaky geezers pour wine all over their decks for good luck. He figured that the sea was such a powerful, scary, deadly, unpredictable frontier, with no one around to save them if something went wrong on the ship. They were completely at the mercy of something greater than themselves. Of course they would do anything to keep themselves from getting psyched out. They were challenging something too mighty to wrap their heads around, venturing into an infinite expanse filled with unspeakable evil.

Sitting down at an empty table in the CCU cafeteria, he rubs one of his ear lobes between his thumb and pointer finger and wonders if Clarissa Teller would know anybody who could give him a little gold hoop piercing.

Sonny drops his stuff on the seat beside him and glances down at the last few flyers he had to terrorize the campus with — ♡ Vote Margot! ♡  

When the eyes of this woman he’s never met before today stare back at him, he has to ask himself how he jumped headfirst into this mission without stopping to ask if Ted Lewis was running for the same spot. Remember Ted, Sonny? That’s the guy who you’re actually supposed to be building a relationship with. He never even stopped to consider it, not consciously. Just committed himself to a chipper stranger he had no baggage or tension with. It was always in his nature to throw his heart and soul into random ventures completely on a whim, but he knew he wasn’t doing this in the name of impulsive philanthropy. It would be nice to see a sweetie like Margot win— he’s never found an underdog he wouldn’t root for— but he knew he was doing this to procrastinate the real mission that brought him back to Cherry. 

In the most charitable explanation, he was doing this to get his mojo up to snuff before he got down to business with his old friends. He couldn’t function like a good little detective with the way his heart sunk like an anchor every time he saw a familiar dimple of someone he left in the dust, or heard about any more ways the gangs’ lives changed for the worse since he betrayed and abandoned them. He’s hiding ulterior motives from them all over again, he’s still lying to them about what he did to the Freeses, and some of them — including sweet, hopeless Mac, of all people — he’s completely using, building up their trust with the endgame of taking advantage of them the same way he did Scott. It’s hard to keep his head in the game when he’s so busy feeling like a nasty little devil. He has to psyche himself up and get to work before the incomprehensible evil that lurks in Cherry decides to reveal something he doesn’t need people to know. He needs to ease his conscience, feel like he’s boosted his karma, and remind himself of who he is despite his dirty, dirty deeds. 

He can’t just focus on karma or luck, though. He only has a chance to save Libby for as long as he’s safe and trusted around town, and he can’t waste time on random crusades for outside parties. He’s at the mercy of some treacherous greater power that could expose him at any second, and he needs to move faster than the tides. Spiritually, he did some good work today, but he needs to do something that matters in a tangible way. Compromising with himself, he decides to do something that will get his investigation moving even if he isn’t ready to talk to the gang yet: he should do some work for Ted’s campaign now.

He folds up the last few Margot Rowe flyers and moves to shove them into his bag, but his boney elbow accidentally knocks over a salt shaker in the process. Before he even registers it, his hands are raking up the spilled salt and tossing it over his shoulder without taking a split second to see if anybody was behind him. He goes back to sticking the flyers in his bag and pulls out a spiral notebook and ballpoint pen, blissfully unaware that he just threw a handful of teeny-tiny white rocks into some poor schmuck’s face. He bites the cap off of the pen and starts drafting his first groundbreaking slogan idea: TED 4 BIG BARD.

[lilaceas]

Severe. ~🥛♡

wasn't necessary to have an end between the dream & source of it, kaleidoscope eye could see fire but not an alarm there's no rain while you're in your favourite dress & the party isn't over yet & the cold of each red tone in the meat he's gonna buy to feed a princess maybe, a queen in rags baby holding you never was so easy the blunts are rolling through engagement rings & stoping in a highway nobody wouldn't get out from holes behind your back on the other side of the moon has been sweet nothings, vivid sky & hands everywhere once i kissed you but drugs didn't collided so i ask you if it was a fetish & close my eyes hoping to look better not too crazy i miss you all the time you're an accessory to a crime being pulled cigarettes & leather dreaming while standing so i kiss you goodbye & moon knows how we used to do warm isn't it two bodies too far guess who isn't a mommy in these nights love was a lost in a city where hearts breaks every fucking time pray to jesus for you not be just this flowers in a grave keep in my visions no future your daddy could say & being a girl is candy dissolving in my bed with not much sunlight we did once tell me that story nobody could do it so great on the dirty floor of the kitchen i told you that i'm ready to keep your secret but a cherry never is too red for eyes that loves seeing yours & the questions are like juice & the colours are fruity & cocktails are made of poison from snakes swimming in that pink panties & nothing on top she said she's ready for deep oceans but her throat is bleeding again like honey or peaches or something.

[cherrylam21]

Lukewarm people tend to choose what is popular over what is right when they are in conflict. They desire to fit in both in church and outside of church. They care more about what people think of their actions than what God think of their hearts and lives.

Source: @vikkichu

[cafe-de-lune]

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SANTA VIVI PRESENTS . . .

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✧┊Affiliation: Karasuno

You will celebrate with the Karasuno team as a whole and strangely enough you don’t see asahi anywhere… but you see Jesus? Asahi canonically dresses up as Jesus every Christmas search it up u won’t regret it

✧┊Position: Manager

✧┊Who got you for Secret Santa: Yamaguchi Tadashi

This poor boy didn’t know what to give you. He ended up asking Yachi what you liked and after being given the brief list of what you like, he had more of an idea but was still unsure. However, after many sleepless nights, Yamaguchi decided to give you a butterfly wind chime that you can hang in your garden.

✧┊Romantic Partner: Sugawara Koshi

Sugawara is someone I see as a bit of a hopeless romantic like you. So when he found out you like flowers, he will go to the bookstore and get a book on flower language and read it and probably make notes or something. (Like there would be a lot of sticky notes attacked to some of the pages) and whenever you two go on dates, he would have a small bouquet of flowers really to give you each time! There was one time where he just unconsciously picked a flower from the bouquet and tucked it behind your ears and praised you for looking pretty while being all blushy blushy

Dates with Sugawara are really serene and tranquil. It’s sometimes just you two walking hand-in-hand talking about the things you two find interesting while other times it would be you two sitting at a cafe. And during the summer, Sugawara would look out for gardens that are open to visitors and bring you there as well! (This goes the same for flower viewing season. He really wants to have a picnic with you under the cherry blossom trees. And I can 10000% guarantee you he would pull something like: “you got a petal in your hair” while leaning in close to you)

I feel that Sugawara is quite the perceptive person. If you are hesitant on doing something, he will probably see. And he will gently encourage you to it. However, if he sees you are uncomfortable, he will stop of course. When Sugawara is in love, he is there for the long run. It’s a long yet sweet romance that would unfold and he doesn’t mind you taking your time to fully be yourself. When you do show him your childish side, (he’s going to be secretly very happy and it would probably be like “fireworks going off in his stomach” type of feeling) he will be excited and be just as goofy and childish if not even more.

✧┊other compatibles: Ojiro Aran

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tysm for your kind words!! Have a wonderful Christmas to yourself too!! <333 🫂🎄💕✨🥰

[cherrylam21]

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http://jesuslovescherry.blogspot.com.au/2016/04/bible-study-leader-guide.html