#we went to mercy high school together

[harkuri]

P!ug ony and his hook up🚬🚬

[WARNING +18] Also please make requests and also give me feedback🫶🏾❤️ Also idk if I should make a part 2 about after care so please tell if it’s good

You and Ony go to high school together (this is the third year of high school) and he was your p!ug until the summer you went out of town you and ony hooked up a few times and you just kept going back, when you were to high to walk but this nigga had a girlfriend🤦🏾‍♀️. So you when you found out you cut all connections with him. After the summer you had a MAJOR glow up, this is the first day of school and this is your outfit https://pin.it/5N6049zXH your hair and nails done https://pin.it/16He6o4Ox- nails https://pin.it/dcALwetdQ- hair.

You in first period looking FINE and guess who’s in that class, all of your classes at that? ONY FUCKING ONYANKOPON.

You sit down in your seat and get on your phone while you can feel ony’s eyes on you. You try to ignore him but his glare is to tense it makes you tingle in a good way.. After that class you get up and walk to your second period, Ony behind you of course he looks at the back of your head Ike a loin that’s seen meat after months. You walk to your locker and you open locker and look at the mirror in it you see Ony behind you. “What Ony? He looks at you with an intense expression.

“What the fuck ma?

“What? Why you lookin at me like that?”

He grabs your waist and pushes you into the locker and kisses you deeply, after the kiss you look at him with a confused expression

“Why you cut me off ma?”

“I gotta go to class..”

“Nah mama’s you’re gonna tell me.” He says sharply in his deep voice, he makes you tingle..

“We fucked Ony.. and you had a girlfriend..”

“Ma.. you think I would just have a girlfriend and fuck you?” You nod and he shakes his head looking down

“Ma, me and her were breaking up like I told her that we’re done but I guess she went to you and told you that we’re dating?” You nod looking done and putting your hands on his shoulders.

“So.. you do you still deal?”

“Yeah ma you want some?”

“Mhm.. and maybe.. we can catch up, I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too ma” after school you and Ony meet up and go to his apartment.. just so you know it wasn’t just catching up..

You guys get to his apartment and then you guys get high and take shots for his friend that gave him the alcohol.. just for him to dive in later and feast as if he hadn’t eaten in months. His thick tongue pushing past the two toned lips of your pussy and giving it a long wet lick, slurping up all the slick he gathered along the way. “Mmm~! O-Ony!” You squirted on his face after a few minutes as he licks up all the mess you just made. “Damn ma you cum just for my tongue?” He smirked.

The blankets shift around, revealing more of his naked body. You can't help but notice how his cock is partially hard, leaking pre-cum onto the sheet.”Now," he says, his voice deep and seductive, "I’ve been wanting this pussy all fucking summer but you.. you cut me off.” He groans, his hips bucking forward slightly, playing with you soaked two tone pussy lips. He smiles at you "You're going to feel everything." He grunts as he thrust into you, pounding into you without mercy. The room echoes with the sound of slapping skin and heavy breathing. “O-Ony!-“ He doesn’t stop, he continues to fuck you roughly as he pinches and twists your nipples, causing you to moan and writhe in both pleasure and pain. “Fuck ma.. pussy so tight for me fucking love it.. fuck if you keep moanin like that ima just cum in you.. get you pregnant fo’me..” He breathed, pumping his thick and long cock in and out of the soaking wet, lewd noise making pussy.

Holding your hips down and thrusting deeper into you, hitting your g-spot and making you moan and scream uncontrollably. "You're such a slut.. hey ma? You think I wouldn’t find out about you fucking eren over the summer?” You eyes widened. “ fuckk.. I bet you could take my cock all day, fucking slut..shut up and take it." he growled, pushing himself inside stuffing you with his cock.

“O-Onyy~!” You hold onto his head and looks at him in his eyes he kisses you and picks up the speed. You cum on his cock but still keeps going

“U-ughh~! Ony- mmm~!”

“Ma.. you want it in or out?” The pace picking up going factor and faster, you look at him and tears coming down your cheeks he kisses your eyes and asks again in a softer voice “you want it in or out ma?” You scream for him to go faster “o-ony~! Faster! U-ughh~!” Then you finally give him your answer.. “ y-yes ony~ u want it in me.. mmm~! Hurry~!” He’s pace it at full speed and strength and pounds into you until long robes of cum shoot in you your throbbing pussy..

You fall asleep and he washes you up and put a bonnet on you and his shirt it looks so sexy on you, it’s getting him hard again but he puts you in the bed and you guys end up falling asleep like this.

[cyb-by-lang]

Cascade (part 15)

Wherein we wrap this arc up, finally.

Fun fact: Koda would be able to identify a transformed shinobi as not-a-real-animal because his Quirk wouldn't work on them.

They sat in silence for a while, though Midoriya moved off his cot to gently rest his hand on Iida’s arm. Iida couldn’t really lean on him, but his breathing steadied after a little while. Midoriya’s mumbling was probably more a comfort than she’d ever manage.

Kei tried not to watch. She mostly ended up staring out the window, toward the not-so-distant column of smoke elsewhere in Hosu. 

If she focused, she could feel Obito poking around the area, hopping from roof to roof with his chakra a guiding light in the dark. Whatever he wrote would probably cushion Kei’s report to Sensei, if only because she’d actually been there for all of the nonsense. Her smoldering humiliation leftover from the fight wasn’t his problem.

“Gekkō-san,” Iida asked after a while, drawing her gaze back to the rest of the room. “I…thank you. For trying to help.” 

“That’s what heroes do.” Every word felt disingenuous at best. A canned, thoughtless phrase.

“Not that. I meant before. When you tried to give me a chance to talk,” Iida told her, still sounding low. 

Oh. That. “I knew you were hurt,” Kei said, as neutral as she could manage. “People in bad places don’t always make the best decisions.”

“I believe I proved you incontrovertibly right.” 

“Yeah, you did,” Kei admitted, watching Iida’s shoulders sink. She slid her way off the bed and finally crossed the space between their hospital beds, leaning so she could try and catch his downcast gaze. Only after she succeeded did she add, “But Iida-kun, you’re better than your worst day. It’s just up to you to go and prove it.” 

“It sounds so simple when you say it like that,” Iida muttered, though the furrow between his brows had smoothed out.

“Maybe. But ‘simple’ and ‘easy’ aren’t the same thing.” Like surviving high school again without wanting to explode. Kei certainly failed at that one.

“We’re not heroes yet,” Midoriya offered, nudging Iida with his elbow. The uninjured one. “I think that means we don’t have to have everything figured out right now. And we’ll learn together. Right, Todoroki-kun?” 

“Right.” 

Eventually, visiting hours drew to a close. While Kei managed to wriggle her way out of having to stay in the hospital any longer, Iida was thoroughly trapped by his injuries. Instead, she took a (stealthy) rooftop route to Manual’s agency, checked in at the front desk to the sound of fussing night shift staff members, then went to her temporary room. 

(Obito, partway through said route: “Hey! Rough night, huh?” 

Kei, irritable and in the form of a feral cat, swiped at him.

“Okay, okay, we’ll catch up later.”)

The next day, Iida went home with his mom. Given the state of his arms, Kei figured the most strenuous item left on his to-do list for the week was to visit his brother’s hospital room. The most important was to avoid any and all news channels, because the Hero Killer incident (and Endeavor’s credited capture) seemed inescapable. The media wanted to dissect the psychology of a murdering shithead more than they wanted to investigate anything worthwhile. Every time she saw his smug jerk face on a TV screen, she wanted to punch it. 

Somehow, her self-control held out.

Perhaps as a merciful stroke from some higher power, every single patrol without Iida was blessedly boring. Bereft of one intern, Manual tried to teach her the ins and outs of hero work when one’s patrol partner was currently unavailable. He even tried to console her about the dead Nōmu in the middle of the alleyway, which everyone also had decided was going to be attributed to Endeavor despite the knives in its brain. But in Kei’s view, his most important contribution to her education had nothing to do with that. 

Instead, Manual helped Kei find the appropriate phrasing in Bureaucrat to tell her costume’s source company to go fuck themselves. She'd figure something out with the school's support department after taking shears to her costume as it was.

Midoriya, via text, offered to introduce Kei to the explosive and bubbly Hatsume Mei instead. 

Figuring it could not actually be worse than the decorative obi that nearly got her stabbed in the face, Kei gave him permission. Encouragement, even. And the now-boring Hosu patrols gave Kei opportunities to text Power Loader’s under-eighteen nemesis about her upgrade ideas. While it did mean more of a paper trail, so be it. She wasn’t getting into another fight with that aesthetic-only nightmare ever again. 

It also served as a decent distraction from the creeping realization that Isobu had been silent for days. Kei’s head wasn't supposed to be lonely.

But all of the internships did come to a quiet sort of end. Society rumbled beneath their feet, but so far, the volcano wasn’t smoking just yet. 

Next up: End-of term final exams. 

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Adam apple high school AU PT 3

(this is a pretty long one so bear with me)

. On the very first day at his new school, Lucifer had felt as though his soul had been stripped away from his body, the reason being...Adam Mann

. You see everything was going fine he was given a schedule of his classic, and a basic tour of where his classes were, and everything seemed to go well during his introduction as the new student during first period

. sure, when he said his name, he got a weird look from this one girl in the middle row, but he just ignored it

. it wasn't until after class when he was waking to his next class, and he accidentally bumped into the one person he never thought he would see again that it's kind of all went to Hell

Lucifer: I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, are you alright?

Adam: yeah, I'm fine no skin off...YOU!

Lucifer: A, Adam!?

. Lucifer would hardly believe it, the most beautiful person that he had ever known was right before his eyes, and as it couldn't be even more possible was even more beautiful than ever

. His face was more defined as he had a small stubble on his chin, he had gotten taller too, his soft brown eyes had a sort of golden shine to them, and his scent was even stronger than ever before his scent was of freshly peeled oranges with a hint of soft soil

. but the most prominent feature about him would be his body and his body, oh holy mercy it had curves not the normal amount of curves the usual omega had he had curves for days, right from the top of his perky chest to his soft tummy, all the way down to his big thighs, then to end it was his big juicy booty, though (of course, he didn't see it till after Adam left, but he was only looking respectfully he swears!)

. But before he could fully admire the angel before him he was suddenly pressed up against the lockers with the once lovely scent turned sour as Adam glared down at the person who was responsible for ruining his life back in middle school

. Lucifer gulped, both in horniness and fear(but mostly for being a horny little gremlin)

Lucifer: listen, I know we didn't leave on good terms, but

Adam: But nothing! you stay out of my way here and I'll stay out of your way, got that pipsqueak!?

Lucifer: Pipsqueak?! (before he could say anything else Adam turned around, skirt swishing as he did so, and stomped off. And all Lucifer could process were these cold facts, the one who got away is here, he’s even more hot than ever, and he hates his guts

. this was going to be the longest semester of his fucking life

-

. a month and a half had passed since the incident, and neither Lucifer nor Adam could barely even tolerate being in the same room together let alone speak to one another

. Lucifer has tried to talk to Adam during this time when he sees him outside of class or when they do have class together tries to sit next to or at least near him

. however it keeps failing for him because A. Adam doesn’t want anything to do with him, and B. His guard dog Lute won’t even let him look at Adam’s general direction let alone try and go near him

. it all comes to a head one day when out in the school football field sitting on the bleachers, waiting for Adam to finish lacrosse team practice, once he saw he was done he waved and called out to him to get his attention

. luckily Adam did acknowledge him with an eye roll and walked over to him

. Lucifer gave himself a mental fist bump as they finally were going to clear the table and maybe Lucifer would finally be able to tell Adam how he felt

. which is why it made so much sense that the plan went to shit

. see while rushing down the bleacher steps he slipped on the last few steps causing him to trip and fall of landing on top of Adam

. at first Lucifer thinks he must have landed right on his stomach because the body part he lands on is soft and squishy…with a space in between

. he slowly lifts himself away to see that he had landed right on Adam’s breasts, a fiery blush spreads all across his upper body as his eyes look into Adam’s shocked/disgusted filled ones

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry it was a complete accident, I swear!

. he didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he was picked up by the scruff, thrown off of Adam, and was proceeded beaten by Lute

. Adam was in a daze for a minute as he tried to understand what the actual Hell happened

. his attention was then focused on the fight between Lucifer and Lute fighting on the ground

. that was really bad for two reasons, they were still on school grounds and if the coach came back those two would be on grounds for expulsion while he was more worried about Lute getting into trouble, he couldn't help but feel a ping of worry in his chest for Lucifer, damn omega instinct, reason number two was that two alphas fighting especially over an omega can more often than not turn bloody

. So, scrambling to his feet, he made his way over to the small crowd where the girls from the team were watching the fight, some even egging it on

. He pushed his way through them and saw Lucifer had Lute pinned under him with his fist raised up ready to strike her

. Adam ran towards them and tried to pull Lucifer off when he suddenly felt a hand hit right in the eye, he falls backwards and clutches his eye while whimpering in pain

. both alphas stop immediately and turn their attention to the omega in distress

. Lucifer gets off the female alpha and rushes towards Adam, while Lute stays frozen in place not believing that she hit Adam, on accident of course she didn't expect he'd be on the crossfire she just wanted to get Lucifer off

Lucifer: Holy shit, are you okay!? here let me take a look

. at first, Adam tried to just leave but Lucifer kept him still while giving a pleading look he sighed and allowed the alpha to look him over Adam's eye appeared to be swollen and starting to throb

Adam: is it bad?

Lucifer: It's not so bad that you'd need an eye patch just need to get something cold on it, come on let's get you home

. Despite his own injuries he helps Adam up and starts to lead him away as the crowd slowly starts to dissipate now that the fight was over

Lute: WAIT ADAM I'M SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

. Adam turns his head slightly and says in a frustrated tone

Adam: Not now Lute, just, not now, I'll text you later ok?

. Lute doesn't say anything as she watches from the ground in complete shock as Adam allows himself to be taken away by that little demon

---

. after carefully maneuvering around the school so no one would see them in their current predicament they made it over to the student parking lot where a small white car resided

. Lucifer unlocked it with a push of his key's button, went to the passenger side to open the door for Adam, and went to his side to start the car, before turning to Adam

Lucifer: do you mind giving me your address?

Adam: No, please don't it's my aunt's day off and she'll freak the fuck out if she sees this.

. he says while referring to his damaged eye

Lucifer: ok I get it, um well, if your comfortable with it, are you okay with coming back to my house? I can get you the right medical aid you need

. Adam doesn't say anything as he silently nods

. The drive there is silent and tense as Adam's attention is solely focused on what is happening out the window, while Lucifer keeps checking on him every so often

. They soon made it to a high-class condo complex, they park in front of one and Lucifer quickly opens his door to open Adam's and helps him out

. They head inside and Lucifer calls out to Uriel, he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets no response

Lucifer: Ok were good, let me take you to the kitchen

. There he gets Adam a bag full of ice and he gently places it on his eye, wincing from the slight flinch from the cold

Lucifer: you need anything else? are you hungry or thirsty?

Adam: all I need now is how to tell my Aunt on how I got this, though shouldn't you be more concerned with your own injuries?

Lucifer: I think the worst I got was a bump on the head, I'm ok

. It was true that while he had some bruises he was mostly a-ok

Lucifer: but if you really need an excuse for her, just say you accidentally ran into a door while rushing to class

. suddenly Adam's phone starts to buzz he picks it up and sighs seeing the caller's ID

Adam: speak of the devil (answers it) hey Aunt Sera, no I uh stopped at Mcdonald's for an after practice snack with a friend, yeah I know they cause people to get fat but guess what that sentiment can't really be applied to me when I'm already fat, no that's not sarcasm that is stating facts, uh huh, yeah, yeah I'll be home soon ok, I don't know an hour soon ok? See you then, yeah love you too

. he ends the call and looks at Lucifer

Adam: ok, situation averted, for now at least, so

Lucifer: So?

Adam: (sighs and looks straight into Lucifer's eyes) you have exactly thirty minutes and explain why the Hell you've been trying to follow me around and won't just leave me alone? I mean if you're trying to apologize over what happened in Eden you're doing a pretty shitty job at it

Lucifer: I, I'm sorry but while I did want to talk to you about the whole Eden situation, I don't see why I have to apologize for anything

Adam: um ok how about you stealing my girlfriend then making me feel like complete shit by constantly following me around and trying to shove your tongue down her throat, oh! and let's not forget the rumors that destroyed my reputation, because I know you and Lilith were the ones that start them!

Lucifer: first of all, YOU broke up with Lilith first I think that made it perfectly ok for me to "Steal your girlfriend" second I didn't start those rumors I swear I didn't Lilith must've said something to her friends and those friends said something to their friends and it probably spiraled out of control from there, thirdly Lilith was the one to drag me to those places I swear it was a giant coincidence

Adam: Broke up with her, what the Hell are you talking about I didn't break up with her she broke up with me by being a slut!

Lucifer: what about Eve then?! the girl you left Lilith for!

Adam: You mean Eve my cousin?

Lucifer: what?

Adam: Eve is my cousin, and she was a new student there and I was just helping her settle in!

Lucifer: I, I, you're not lying to me, are you?

Adam: What the actual fuck would I earn by lying to you?! No, I'm not lying she was the one who fucking cheated on me why don't you get that?!

. Lucifer took a shaky breath and turned away eyes going wide in realization

Lucifer: she lied; she's been playing me this whole time

Adam: YES! finally you see the truth, she was a lying cheating alpha whore who only cared about her own wants and needs

Lucifer: A, Adam I, I am so, so fucking sorry I swear I didn't know I just I swear if I knew the truth I wouldn't have done that...if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't the best girlfriend to me either

Adam: Makes me feel a little better

Lucifer: I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, actually I have an idea

Adam: what is it?

Lucifer: this Friday I don't know if your aware but there's a festival happening at school and if you're ok with it, why don't you let me take you? we could have fun and get to know each other better, get to know the real us, not the version's Lilith's lies had created; so what do you say wanna do it?

Adam: Uh I

. Adam didn't know what to say to an offer like that, he literally just spilled his guts to someone who he held onto a great amount of resent towards, or he at least he did once the realization that Lucifer was used just like he was, he supposed that maybe he could give him a second chance

Adam: sure, what's the harm

---

. Later when Lucifer drops Adam off in front of his house, he walks him to his door when Adam turns to address him

Adam: Well, I'll see you later, I I'm glad we had this chance to finally clear the air

Lucifer: me too

. Lucifer gives him a soft smile which caused Adam to blush then in a last-minute decision Adam places a soft kiss on his cheek, Lucifer's face turns to a deep Scarlett and before he had a chance to react Adam went inside closing the door

. Lucifer's lips split open into a goofy grin as he sways his way back to the car in a lovesick manner

. Inside Adam reels from realization from what he just did when he suddenly hears his aunt

Sera: Oh good your back hopefully you didn't ruin your appetite because dinner is, IS THAT A BLACK EYE?!

. Oh shit he forgot about that

(sorry it’s late, hope you liked it)

[naturesapphic]

Scared

Hanna marin x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, mature themes, sexual innuendos

“Hey Han, you into sharing everything with your BFF? Even your GF? - A”

Hanna looked down at her phone in horror as she read the text message. Tears flooded her eyes and she knew she had to do something that she didn’t want to do. She has to break up with you. It’s for your own good, she can’t lose you or worse, have you killed.

No matter how much it will kill her inside, she has to let you go. You mean too much to her and the thought of anything bad happening to her makes her sick and filled with rage. She shakily grabbed her car keys and drove to your house, regretting what she’s about to put you through.

You heard two hard knocks on the door and grabbed one of your favorite stuffed animals and slowly walked to the door. You slowly opened the door while your hand was held up with your stuffed animal in hand, ready to attack. You screeched as someone came in but it went away when you saw your blonde headed girlfriend standing there with her leather jacket on with a lacy black long sleeved top. “God Hanna you fucking scared me!” You said breathlessly as you held your stuffed animal to your chest, pouting at her.

Hanna chuckled and shakes her head “what were you gonna do anyway babe…kill me with your stuffed animal?” She teases you as you glared at her in annoyance. “N-no! But I would have done something…like…like punch you!” Hanna raises her eyebrow at her in disbelief. “Baby…you wouldn’t hurt a fly…you say sorry to me when you accidentally hurt me or accidentally bump into me and sometimes you start crying.” She says at she walks further in your house. You huffed and buried your face in your stuffie.

“Why are you here anyway Han? Not that I don’t want you here but you usually text me first or you come earlier in the day…” you said, worry laced in your voice. Hanna remembered why she was here and her whole mood changes and her eyes go teary and her face goes completely dead. You walk up to her and gently cup her face to which she let a few tears leave from her eyes. You gently wiped them away from her face with your thumb and she gave you a small smile in return as she nuzzles her face in your hand.

She pulls her face away from you hands and you frowned at her action. “We have to break up..” she says quietly. You felt your heart breaking and felt like you couldn’t breathe properly. You let your hands fall to your sides and you start trying to take deep breaths which made it worse.

“Baby?… babygirl..hey…hey..breathe with me angel..” she softly said to you as she had you sit on the floor and she sat in front of you. She gently took your hand and put it on her chest where her heart is, then she took her hand and put it on your chest. You watched how she breathed and followed her every step of the way.

When you finally could breath better you finally said something. “Is this because of A? What did they threaten you with now?” You questioned her quietly. She sighed and showed you her phone with the message and you frowned more. “I can’t have you hurt again…A has hurt you a lot and they have hurt me a lot…being with me is so dangerous y/n…I have to let you go.” She said with her voice cracking as she tries not to cry.

“No!” You exclaimed as you looked deeply in her eyes. “No? Y/n…we can’t be together anymore…I can’t lose you…even if I have to lose you in this way…I can’t have you be killed.” Hanna says sternly but you weren’t having it. “I said no! Don’t you understand that I don’t care? That we have been together since high-school? We have been through so much together! You are my person Hanna…we can get through this. I can take some self defense classes Hanna! And learn how to fire a gun!”. You exclaimed at her while you look into her eyes with determination.

“Y/n…you don’t understand. This A is worse than Mona combined. She’s more ruthless and has no mercy for us. Please just let me go…”. She said as she took steps back from me. “Please Hanna please…can’t we talk more about this?” You said pleading her. She sighed annoyingly and walked to your door “I can’t do this anymore.” She said opening the door.

“NO!” You yelled and you ran in front of her and shut the door so she couldn’t get out. “Hanna Marin I love you so fucking much and I’m not letting you go. Ever. You are stuck with me. I will go to self defense classes and protect myself and more importantly you, even if I am short! Because just now I just try to kill you with my stuffed animal…” you said as you stand in front of her, not letting her go anywhere.

Hanna glared at you and pushed you aside to get out but you stood back in front of her, blocking her again. “You aren’t leaving until we fix this and talk about it more. I’m not loosing my Hanna banana.” You said with big tears in your eyes and you leaned up and kissed her fiercely. Hanna stood there in shock, but when she finally realized what was happening she kissed you back just as hard and with more passion.

Hanna picked you up by your thighs and your legs were secured around her waist. Your hands were in her golden locks as her hands went from your thighs to your ass. She carried you upstairs and kicked open your door hard since you were in your house alone and quite frankly Hanna didn’t give two fucks.

Hanna threw you on your bed and you looked at her with such intense emotion and lust that she started to tear up. “Baby…I-I’m sorry…I just can’t have you killed or get hurt in any way. You are the person I love. Only you. You are my person and I just want you in my life.” Han confessed as she was stripping her clothes, revealing her beautiful nude body. Even though you were completely star struck at seeing her beauty, Hanna was confessing to you and you were all ears.

“I understand Han…but please…p-please don’t do that again.” You said as you started crying and Hanna hovered over your body and wiped away your tears with her gentle fingers. “I only tried to because I’m so scared…I can’t lose you…” Hanna said softly as she’s crying too. “You won’t lose me. We will find a way to protect ourselves. Just you and me Hanna banana.” You said with a smile at the end and Hanna giggled at the nickname that you always called her.

“I love you y/n/n…so fucking much…” Hanna said as she leans down and connects her soft lips with yours. You moan softly as her tongue intrudes your mouth and explores it. You buckle your hips and Hanna notices it and smirks to herself at how she’s making you completely submit to her, just by a kiss.

You tangle your fingers in her hair as she completely rips your pjs off your body and you blush fiercely. Hanna slowly looks at each detail of your body and admires it. You both have had trouble with your body so she completely understands how you feel and she wants you to feel sexy and confident because she sees you as perfect in her eyes.

Both of your naked bodies are intertwined as y’all show each other how much you love one another and you know that this night will be long and special for the both of you.

A/n: my first imagine of hanna! I hope y’all enjoyed and please, if y’all have any request for her/Ashley benson, please send in request. I love y’all! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

[baelabong]

My girl

Pairing: Karen Shetty x Fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing?

Plot: Karen knew her girlfriend was hot, her only problem was she wanted her all to herself.

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Northshore High was buzzing with activity as Karen Shetty caught the constant attention of students across the hall as they strolled. With Karen’s arm around y/n waist, the taller girl looked ahead with the same dazed look she always had. Although the couple garnered attention, it was Y/N who often found herself the object of affection for many boys.

One day, after their math class, Karen and Y/N walked through the crowded hallways, making their way past others to meet up with Regina and Gretchen. Y/N, with her hot demeanor and downcast eyes, attracted more attention than she was comfortable with due to her short plaid skirt with a cropped top, which was Karen’s favourite top on y/n, that hugged her figure. The taller girl, noticing the subtle glances and attempts at flirtation, couldn't help but feel a possessive twinge. Her normal dazed look twisted into a stare of jealousy.

As they reached Y/N's locker, a group of boys approached, led by Shane, the douchebag who was convinced y/n wanted to fuck him. "Hey, Y/N, I was thinking we could grab lunch together. What do you say?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. This went by with y/n clueless to the look the taller girl gave to the boy.

Y/N, blushing, looked at Karen for guidance. Karen, with a playful grin, replied, "Sorry, Shane, but Y/N and I have plans. We’re going to Taco Bell. Maybe next time."

Shane, undeterred, persisted, "Come on, Karen, can't Y/N make her own choices?"

Karen's eyes narrowed down slightly. "It's not about choices, Shane. It's about respect. And you should show some."

The days that followed saw an increase in attention towards Y/N. The school's rumor mill began churning stories of a rivalry between Karen and the persistent suitors. The tension reached its peak during a school assembly when Shane decided to make his move.

As the assembly ended and the students filed out, Shane approached Y/N with an assertive demeanor. "Y/N, we need to talk. Alone."

Y/N, feeling uneasy, glanced at Karen, who stood nearby. Shane, ignoring the silent warning, continued, "I don't know why you're with Karen. You deserve someone who can treat you better."

Before Y/N could respond, Karen, sensing the situation escalating, stepped forward. "Shane, we've asked you to back off. This is your last warning."

Shane laughed dismissively. "Or what? Are you going to fight for her, Karen?"

Fueled by a surge of possessiveness and frustration, Karen decided it was time to make a statement. She pulled Y/N into a passionate kiss, right there in the school corridor, in front of Shane and a growing crowd of curious students. God, Karen basically ate the girl in front of everyone, making sure that Shane saw how she slipped her hand into the top of the other. (Get a room 🗣️)

The kiss was intense, a mix of asserting dominance and expressing love. When Karen finally pulled away, she looked at Shane with a smirk. "That answers your question. Now, leave us alone."

As Shane retreated, flustered and humbled, Karen turned her attention back to Y/N, who was wide-eyed and blushing. "Karen, what was that?"

Karen, with a softened expression, caressed Y/N's cheek. "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. I needed to show everyone that you're mine, and no one else's."

Y/N, still processing the bold move, whispered, "But, Karen, we could have handled it differently."

Karen grinned, "Maybe, but sometimes a bold move is necessary. And besides, I couldn't resist kissing you."

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Lawd have mercy. Avantika is so fine pls 🤬

[sassycheesecake]

"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

[thetimelordbatgirl]

As bat shit as it is that the guide book is trying to claim that Mal turned into a dragon against her mom in D1, we have to remember Rise of Red is now ignoring D1 revealing via Ben that Auradon Prep was an old building built 300 years prior to D1 that was converted into a high school by Beast in favor of...it was basically a school named Merlin Academy once but became Auradon Prep down the line. At this rate, Rise of Red and even the guide book is just looking to be a worser retconning of shit then D3 and Escape From The Isle of The Lost which while they said in that book their parents somehow went to school together, they didn't go into further detail about it in the book...somehow a mercy in comparison to Rise of Red.

[austinsmutler]

hii ,I heard requests are currently open and wondering if you could please pretty please write a masterpiece of a sleepover with virgin!elvis and his girl bff who he has a crush on and not too long hes found masturbating then it turns into a steamy ass night I guess? if you’re not comfy writing it, totally alright! love u and ur work, literally breathe and live on it😭🙏🤭♥️

Anon, are you trying to appeal to my ego? It’s working. I’m loving, living, and breathing from this idea! You know me, I love a bad boy EP, so this is my first take on virgin!Elvis. I’d love to write more, and I LOVE me some friends-to-lovers. And don’t get me STARTED on best friend!Elvis, good lord. The pining. The yearning. The increasing desperation all boiling over… have mercy. 

Anyway, hope ya like this one!

Young Dreams - Virgin!Elvis x Reader - 3,600 Words

What you’ll like: Virgin!Elvis, Best friend Elvis who is absolutely weak for you, cute smut

Warnings: Sex, Elvis and reader are both inexperienced, but there's no pain because in this house we practice foreplay. Minors DNI.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Currently writing for Elvis, Austin!Elvis, and Eddie Munson)

“What do you mean no-one’s home this weekend?” Elvis sounded worried. Your fingers played with the phone cord, not sure how to console him. 

“I’ll be fine. My folks needed a break, so they’re staying with Grandma on the coast for a few days. It’s only a few hours away- I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Elvis hummed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Elvis!”

“Alright, five minutes.” 

You laughed until the other end of the line went dead. He can’t be serious, can he?

You’d known Elvis your entire life, ever since he’d moved onto the house at the end of the street. You walked home from school every day together, and now that high school was over and you had a job waitressing on the edge of town, he drove you to and from work every day. He said it wasn’t a problem because he drove in and out of Memphis for his own work, but the little diner was on the complete wrong side of town. Still, it meant you stayed close, even after graduation.

You sat on the living room windowsill. The rest of the house felt intimidating, big without your parents to fill it. Elvis knew you didn’t like being home alone, but what was he going to do about it? 

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked at the clock and bit back a smile. Exactly two minutes and thirty seconds since he hung up the phone. 

“You’re late.” You said, crossing your arms in the doorframe. 

“I had to pack.” Elvis grinned and held up a bag. “Can’t wear the same clothes all weekend, can I?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and stepped aside to let him in. Old Mrs Cranston was on her front porch, scowling from her rocking chair with a look that said, Your Momma will hear about this.

You fought the urge to stick your tongue out as you closed the door. Your parents had let Elvis stay over before- granted, you were kids then, but nothing had changed between the two of you since. You were just friends. If there were any feelings between the two of you, they were buried deep; the most private treasure, never to be unearthed.

Elvis had already made himself at home, leaning the bag beside the couch and turning on the radio, quickly tuning into Sam Phillips’ station. 

“B.B. King.” Elvis whistled. 

“Everyday I have the blues.” You named the track without thinking, and Elvis smiled. Music was the first love you shared, and you both sang along to the tune. 

Ooh everyday,

Everyday,

I have the blues

When you see me worryin' baby,

Yeah, It's you

I hate to lose

Elvis’ voice was deep and soulful, honed from years of singing along to the choir every Sunday. You took a seat on the couch beside him as the next song played and he didn’t even pause for breath. Big Boy Crudup. 

“That’s alright Mama, that’s alright with you…” He stood up to dance, taking on a completely different persona to the one he held when you sang together. His pretty features screwed together as Elvis sang with an attitude. “That’s alright, any way you do…”

You bit your lip as he lost himself in the music. Was he putting on this performance for you, or for himself? Maybe both. You’d listened to music together hundreds of times- at your home, at his, in his truck, in diners and at the movies. Every time he made it feel like an intimate experience, stirring something inside you weren’t sure you should feel.

“You’re good at that, you know.” You said as the song ended, hoping the heat on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable. 

“What?” Elvis sat beside you, not even out of breath. 

“Singing. Moving.” You smiled. “Remember that talent show when we were thirteen? You got first place.”

“I sang Old Shep.” He chuckled. “And you did that little dance, in the pink dress.”

“I can’t believe you remember that!” You slapped his arm. “Dunno what I was thinking, I’ve never been able to move. My feet get confused.”

“I liked it.” Elvis cleared his throat. “I like seeing you dance.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you were now. “Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

Another rock song came on the radio and Elvis stood again, feet already wiggling as he extended a hand. “C’mon, it’s easy.”

You shook your head, hugging yourself. “I’m fine right here.”

“Nah.” Elvis pulled you up with one almighty tug on your arms, pulling you into him. You weren’t so close that someone watching through the window would get the wrong idea, but you could still feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the strength in every motion as he moved. “Just feel the music and let it move you. Don’t think.”

You tried, and nearly tripped over your own feet before he caught you. Both of you broke into laughter at your awkward movements, but by the end of the song something loosened up. Were you a good dancer? Absolutely not. Next to Elvis you were even worse, but that didn’t matter.

Every time he grinned over at you, a little bit of that self-consciousness melted away until you were spinning in time to the music, so hard your poodle skirt lifted to show a flash of the underskirt beneath with every movement. It was the most delicious kind of dancing- free and fun, and certainly not allowed at school dances. 

The room seemed to heat up, sweltering by the end of the song. Both your chests heaved with heavy breaths and you fanned yourself as you and Elvis stopped, staring at each other. 

His blue eyes were dark, mouth open slightly as he looked at you. You’d seen that look before. Usually it was just a flash, when you laughed in the back of his truck, when he picked you up from work, when you listened to a brand new record together. This wasn’t a flash- this was written all over his face. Hunger. 

“I should, uh…” You gulped. “It’s getting late, I’m gonna make dinner. Momma left me some things to reheat in the fridge, that okay?”

Elvis blinked and the look was gone. “Sure.”

He didn’t follow you into the kitchen, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or not. There had always been space between you, but it was always full of something. That look…

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you put two dishes of leftovers into the oven and set it to a low heat, along with a kitchen timer for ten minutes.

Sweat started to creep onto your skin, and you tried to shake away all the thoughts of Elvis, the molten look in his eyes, the way his jaw flexed as his eyes trailed down to the bust of your dress…

You needed to cool down, you decided, heading to the bathroom. 

Only to open the door and be greeted to the sight of Elvis leaning against the sink, eyes closed and head tilted back, lips murmuring your name as his hand moved frantically over his-

You slammed the door with a yelp.

“Sorry!” You headed back to the kitchen, blood rushing to your face. Had you really just walked in on him touching himself? 

He was whispering your name. He was whispering your name, and touching himself.

Elvis stumbled into the hallway, safely tucked into his pants. You tried to keep your eyes on his face and not on the obvious tent in his jeans. His face was just as red as yours must have been as he stuttered, 

“M’sorry, you- you weren’t supposed to see that- I wasn’t-”

Your eyes flicked down, then to his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I was-” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I won’t- god, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Were you thinking about me?” You asked, ignoring the way your voice wavered. 

Elvis froze, before his eyes finally met yours and he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“You do that often?” 

The look on his face told you all you needed to know. He shrank back as you walked up to him, hands shaking at your sides. Suddenly all those looks, all those flashes of hunger were making sense.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It- it won’t happen again, I’m sor-” 

Elvis was cut off as your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He froze again, before a moan rumbled up from deep in his throat and he grabbed at your lower back, pulling you against his hardness.

You devoured each other’s lips until there was no more oxygen in your lungs and you had to break apart or pass out. 

“Why did you never say anything?” You breathed against his lips. Elvis licked at your bottom lip, humming another kiss into you before responding. 

“I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Shock pulled your jaw to the floor. You weren’t sure whether to slap the man or kiss him again, but you decided on the latter. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone but you.” 

Elvis growled and spun you around so you were against the wall, his hands on your waist, his tongue on your neck devouring every inch of exposed skin. The only thing in the world was the heat radiating from his body, dancing with yours. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him instinctively, the sudden contact of his hand on your bare thigh pulling a moan from your throat. 

When Elvis pulled back to look at you his eyes were wild and raw. He ground against you, holding you in place against the wall as he moved. He rubbed against just the right place and heat shot through your body, releasing a sound you’d never made before, echoing up from your core to the tip of your tongue. 

“That good?” Elvis asked and you nodded against him. He hit the same spot again, and again, grinding hard through your clothes until your entire body shook and you were sure you were about to die, or explode, or-

A sharp ringing cut through your moans. Damn timer.

“D-dinner.” You gasped. “Elvis, I- it’s in the oven…”

Elvis reluctantly put you down and you stumbled over to turn off the heat. 

When you turned back to look at him, he was flushed, black hair messy from your fingers running through it, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them now that you were out of arm’s reach. 

His dark eyes met yours and he stuttered out, “I’ve- I’ve never… Never done anything before. With anybody.”

You froze. “Not even with Dixie?”

He shook his head. “We only went to prom. She wound up dancing with Reggie from her band practice, and he took her home. That’s why I spent most of that night third-wheeling with you.”

You nodded, remembering the night. You’d been surprised when Elvis told you he’d found a date, but then a guy from the football team had asked you out and you’d reluctantly said yes. 

Turned out he’d just wanted to get close to one of your friends. By the time Elvis came over, you were a third wheel on your own date. The only redeeming part of prom was driving home with him and listening to Fats Domino. 

“I should’ve asked you.” He spoke, voice soft. “I was scared.”

“I would’ve said yes.” You swallowed. “I’m saying yes now.”

Elvis tilted his head. “To what?”

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. “Everything. Anything.”

You bit back everything else, all the thoughts suddenly floating to the tip of your tongue: I’ve always wanted you. I want everything you have to give me. I don’t even know how long I’ve wanted you, but you’re under my skin and I want you deeper. 

Elvis hummed into your mouth, picking you up again and placing you on the table. Dinner was left forgotten on the countertop as he devoured your lips, then your neck, then lower to nip at your neckline. 

“Elvis,” You whimpered, “Wait.”

He stopped immediately to look at you. “Is this alright?”

“I don’t want to… not here.” You bit your lip. “Let’s go to my room.”

Elvis’ eyes widened, then went so dark they were practically black as he understood. He helped you off the table, but you led him up the stairs on shaky legs. The whole thing felt like a dream- a good dream-  but the warmth of his hand in yours grounded you to reality. 

Elvis was your best friend. He’d been in your room before, but suddenly the space felt smaller; more intimate. You lay back on the pale pink sheets, watching as he drew the curtains, shrouding the room in half-light. 

He paused and looked at you, eyes trailing from your face all down the length of your body.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.” 

“Come kiss me.” You smiled, ignoring the nerves fluttering in your stomach. 

Elvis lay beside you, cradling your face in his hands before tracing his way down to the zip at the back of your dress, where he stopped again. 

“What is it?” 

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” He smiled, avoiding your eyes with a shy smile. 

“Neither do I.” You reached behind yourself to pull the zip of your dress down, tugging at the top to reveal your bra. Elvis reached out with a shaking hand and you closed the gap, sighing as his fingers pulled you in. 

“We’ll figure it out together.”

Your confidence brought a smile to Elvis’ face- a crooked, curled-lip smile that melted everything else away. 

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the army green away to reveal a body tanned from the summer and toned from years of hard work. You’d seen Elvis shirtless before- summer heat waves meant swimming down at the creek- but this was different. Slower. Your eyes could linger, hands touch every muscle, drawing ragged breaths from the back of his throat. 

Elvis breathed your name as you tugged the rest of your dress away, leaving you in just your underwear. 

Then you were flush together, tasting every inch of skin. Frantic. Like you’d been waiting all your lives for this moment, and now that it was here it could all be over in a flash. Elvis hissed as your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“I want you. I need you.” Elvis panted, biting back more words- as if a mountain of confessions was stacked up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. “Baby, tell me what you need me to do.”

You took Elvis’ hand and guided him beneath your underwear, showing him exactly where to touch. You both groaned as his finger pressed on your clit, rubbing softly at first, then hard. You cried out at the sensation, before Elvis pulled away to loop his fingers through the elastic of your panties. 

“I need to see you. Please.”

At your nod, he took off your underwear and you made quick work of your bra, leaving you completely bare for him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you, wet, gleaming, ready for him.

“How… how far do you want to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I need you in any way I can have you.” You replied.

He frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” You smiled, and he was on you again, between your legs, thrusting against you through his pants. You pulled his lips down to meet yours, grinding hard together.

“Wait,” He panted, stopping your hand from undoing the button. “Just… slowly.”

He pulled back to look at you again. “I want to take my time with you. What this is… I want it to be special.”

You moved your hands to stroke the hair back from where it had fallen in his face. “Okay. Slow.”

The heat between your legs begged for more, and Elvis didn’t complain when you wrapped your thighs around him, moving your hips to meet his every thrust. Every brush against your clit had the heat pooling deeper at your core until you were throbbing, body begging for him inside you. 

Elvis was listening, learning, and every time you moaned he repeated his movement, smirking against your neck when your sounds started getting louder and louder. 

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” You panted, “Please, Elvis, I need- I need-”

He pulled back at the desperation in your voice, so new and exciting. He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence before pulling his pants and underwear away in one swift motion, stopping to pick a condom from the wallet in his pants. You looked at him questioningly.

“They were handing them out at school, I never thought I’d use one.” Elvis chuckled, pink rushing to his cheeks. “I mean, one day, but-”

“Hurry up and put it on.” You grinned.

You’d seen a flash of Elvis’ cock just once before, earlier that night, when you’d walked in on him and started this whole thing. But now it was in full view, almost intimidatingly big as he stroked himself with practiced ease before slipping on the condom.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Please.” You were begging out loud now. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

Elvis grinned and lay between your legs, letting you adjust your hips. He sank into you slowly, as if he was waiting for a sign, for you to change your mind, or some divine intervention that never came. 

You sighed as he bottomed out, rolling your hips after a moment of stillness. Elvis took that as his cue to start moving. Every slow roll of his hips brought you closer to something you’d only ever given yourself. 

You’d expected sex to hurt, or at the very least be uncomfortable. That was what you’d been warned about your whole life. Yet, as Elvis moved, the only thing you could think of was the feeling, his cock inside you, and the desperate need for more.

“You okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead. 

“Yes,” you hissed with pleasure as he rolled his hips again. “You feel so good.”

Elvis shifted so his weight was on one arm, allowing the other to roam every curve of your body, from your hip to your breast, brushing over your nipple. You’d never felt safer, or more loved, and the feeling had you clenching around him. Elvis groaned and repeated the action before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your breast, shuddering as sinful sounds echoed from your lips. 

“So soft,” Elvis breathed, squeezing your hip, running a hand down your thigh, starting to move faster. “My beautiful girl.”

“Elvis,” You squeezed your eyes shut as his hand found your clit again, applying pressure exactly as you’d shown him earlier.

He kissed your eyelids. “C’mon baby, show me those pretty eyes.”

You shook your head, tugging him down for a kiss and keeping him there, clinging desperately as his hips sped up, pulling a cry from deep in your throat.

Elvis was everywhere- hot lips on your neck, cool breath in your ear, arms on either side of your head, shielding you from the rest of the world. Everything that wasn’t him, you, now. 

The orgasm hit out of nowhere. One moment you were focused on the pleasure of him pounding into you, the next you were crying out. Your nails dug into his back, legs tightening around his pelvis, trying to get him impossibly deeper. 

The sensation pulled Elvis over the edge with you. His cock pulsed with his release as you both moaned out in raw pleasure before Elvis collapsed on top of you. You held him there, stroking his hair as you both came back down to earth. 

“You’re trembling,” you murmured.

“I’ll be alright.” He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “Elvis, it was perfect.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he lay his head on your chest, humming appreciatively. “So does this mean if I asked you on a date, you’d say yes?”

You snorted. “I think this means if you asked me to marry you, I’d say yes.”

“How’s next week sound?” 

Your heart fluttered. “Saturday at two?”

“I’ll have my momma call the church.” Elvis chuckled, rolling and pulling you on top of him. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You bit your lip as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. After years of being so close, it was rare to see something new from Elvis, but this was. The satisfied glaze in his eyes, the easygoing smile, hair mussed in all directions, the faint sweat that covered both your bodies. 

He was gorgeous.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Elvis smiled wider.

“I’m thinking, I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this.” You caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a kiss to your wrist. “I like it.”

“You’re the only one who’ll ever see me like this, baby. That’s a promise.”

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 728: Kaburagi's buddy!!

Pag 1/2

The tickets for the Inter High are only six!! Those  fateful regular jerseys.... snatch them with your hands!!

Pag 3

1: Third lap!!

3: And it's just us!!

4: I started the third lap of the Sohoku training camp being at the top, by far the best among the first years!!

5: Me!! I, Murakami Toyoka, will never again show mercy to anyone!!

Pag 4

1: He's not coming....

2: Tch, again? Kaburagi-san

3: That day, Danchiku said “I'll come”....

5: I'll come to the training camp!!

I'll stand on the start line and we'll run together!! That's my intention!!

6: He said that, and yet....

Pag 5

1: I wanted to go to the Inter High together...

Dammit!!

2: It's alright!! It's alright, Kaburagi-san!!

Uhm, I'm sure.... it's just a delay and they're late!!

If thie guy's spirit breaks now I'm in trouble!! I have to stir him up again and make him run forward

3: If he doesn't pull me, I'm in trouble!!

He'll come soon!!

4: Earlier, at the start line, when we crossed the goal, I saw Touji-san's van

5: Huh!?

7: The fact that they're here and he still doesn't come on the course....

Danchiku's bad condition is...

Pag 6

1: It's not like this, is it!?

Pag 7

1: Do you see the course, Danchiku?

You see? They're struggling

…. yes

It's like I told you earlier in the car

2: You can't ride that bike anymore

3: You should stop

5: …. yes

7: Instead of that

Pag 8

1: Ride this!!

Pag 9

1: It took me a while to prepare this before leaving

It's the same manifacturer as the one you rode, but it's an old model

The components are old, and the wheels are an intermediate level, too

2: And the sadlle is cracked too

4: But it serves its purpose well

5: If you want to ride in this training camp with the bike you've always used, you probably

6: Wouldn't be able to run!!

7: …. huh

You're saying that.... the cause for my bad condition.... is my “bike”!?

Pag 10

1; You could say that, but not really

2: Two weeks ago, Onoda came to me

3: to get some advice regarding your situation

Ah... uhm, uh- that's what I wanted to talk about

4: I talked with Imaizumikun and Naruko-kun too, but I still.... uhm... I can't decide

5: Should I let Danchiku-kun run in the training camp? Or should I stop him? I can't decide

7: He himself said he wants to run

8: He still has next year

Pag 11

1: I also think he shouldn't push himself too hard

3: You really look like a captain now, Onoda....

Yeah

4: Miki told me about this too

5: There must be praparations to do, you focus on that

I'll take care of Danchiku

6: I'll reach out to him every day

I'll talk to him, wait and see, and then make a decision

7: Thank you, you must be busy, but thank you so much!

8: He worked very hard on Minegayama

And then

9: When I heard he was having troubles with his bike, I started worrying too

Pag 12

2: I looked after you, your attitude

4: And I found the answer!!

6: It's “moving forward”

Run in the training camp, Danchiku!!

Pag 13

1: …. ah, but I've been feeling like there's something wrong with my joints since after the Minegayama race.... I went to the hospital many times and still, even now...

2: There, it was just a coincidence that it happened right after the Minegayama race...

3: That's why it confused you

4: Confused!?

5: “You have no self-confidence”, that's the main cause of your bad condition

…..“Confidence”!?

6: Stand up and look closely around you

7: And then look at yourself!!

8: If you think about it, it's easy

Even going to the hospital, you wouldn't know

You're....

Pag 14

1: Growing

You've gotten much bigger

Pag 15

1: It's your height!!

2: Huh!?

3: Second year of high school is a growing period and you're becoming much bigger!!

Pag 16

1: Huh, but....

My height!?

2: During growth period, there'll be big growing spurts that makes you feel bad

You tried to hide your bad condition, and you blamed the victory on Minegayama

3: You were so worried you couldn't even see yourself, weren't you?

4: Yes!!

5: Pains and creaking joints are all “growing pains”

The fact that you didn't have time to adapt is your bike's fault

6: You know this too – just like shoes have a size, road bikes also have specific sizes

7: If your body doesn't match the bike's size, you won't have power nor speed

8: That why it's the “bike”!!

9: I prepared it yesterday

The frame is old, but

Pag 17

1: It's just the right size for your body now!!

Pag 18

1: What....

“Just the right size”.....!!

2: What is this

3: It adapts to my body....

It's connected to my body

4: It feels like I can move forward as I want!!

Pag 19

1: This feels so good!

I'm riding a bike and it feels just like back then!!

2: Believe in yourself

Get on the course and run with all your strength

3: It's alright

As much as you've suffered this past half a year

4: Now grow as much as you want!!

Yes!!

Pag 20

2: Sixth..... lap!!

3: Danchiku...

4: Dammit!! Our pace has been going down since earlier!!

What the hell is this guy doing!!

5: Looking at the times on the board, Kinaka and Rokudai are ressing on with all their strengths

This is bad!!

6: Dammit!! Who cares about Danchiku!!

7: At this point we won't go the Inter High this year....

It's impossible, huh....

8: The pace....

9: ….chiku....

Pag 21

1: He's not coming, Danchiku-san is not coming!!

Until when are you gonna whining like this!!

Come one, give up on that delusion and run with me please!!

3: Ah- no no no

Sorry, I didn't mean, uhm....

Dammit, I said what I really think

4: Kaburagi-san looks so dumbfounded!!

Pag 22

1: I.... I said too much, I'm sorry

Can you forgive me? Neh? Senpai

5: Ah- the buddy sticker!? Kaburagi-san!?

6: Pick it up later, Murakami

You threw it away!?

8: The way he's ducking his head, that acceleration, and that dancing

I've seen them so many times....

I can recognize him right away even from a distance....!!

Pag 23

1: You promised me, didn't you?

And now you're crying!?

2: I told you, didn't I?

3: Who....?

It's no use, it has to be you

4: W.... ah

5: Danchiku

Pag 24

1: We're the legends of team SS!!

I made you wait so long!! Issa!!

Pag 25

3: No one but me can be your buddy!!

Hahaha that's right, Danchiku!!

Pag 26

2: A while ago, also Onoda came on the course

3: And Danchiku joines us, too

From now on

4: We're finally starting for real!!

[seashellronan]

The button says "talk to me about anything" so random question: how did/do religious tensions impact your life? Is the catholic v protestant thing still evident in Ireland?

I find it fascinating, as I'm Australian and protestant but have ended up going to catholic primary school, high school, and university. Not deliberately, they just happened to be good schools in my vicinity.

tbh religious tensions don’t really effect me which i’m very lucky to say but i’m from the mayo in the west which is mostly catholic and i know tensions still exist in the north. I also wasn’t raised very religious my mam and brother both go to mass regularly although my mam says she has her own religion and i think she enjoys the meditative action of sitting in the church and focusing on the things she cares about and for my brother he sings in the choir and enjoys the community and neither of them support any of the backwards ideas although most of the people i know who are actively catholic don’t (again that’s just my experience) and i was never forced to go to mass it was always given as a choice even when i was very young. Again i know many have a different experience like my boyfriend was an alter server and his mam actually cried when he told her as a teenager that he didn’t want to go to mass anymore but my dad had lost all faith in the catholic church a long time ago with everything they’ve done in ireland so he never went to mass so i didn’t have to either. But also my brother is much older than me and was raised with my nanny who i know really encouraged him to be involved in the church and even wanted him to be a priest so even in my family there’s different perspectives.

I aslo went to a gaelscoil(all irish language school) for primary school which are actually required to be educate together schools and are supposed to be secular. We still did some religion classes but it was rarely and we also made our communions etc but we also had some non catholics my best friend at the time was a jehovah’s witness and a boy in my class was raised atheist. As for secondary school i went to a convent of mercy however it was a small town so we still had plenty of non catholic kids and even a muslim girl in my later years there as there was little choice for schools so they had to be open.

I live in Dublin now which is really multicultural and has so many different people from different areas at this point the catholic protestant thing for a lot of people here exists as a joke or a story (obviously there are still areas with huge religious tensions) and i admit if i meet someone and they’re protestant i still find it strange but i actually sang at a protestant wedding last year. So for me it’s a very neutral thing but i do know some people who are really effected by it and religious tension definitely still exists in ireland and it is still very much something that is in the public consciousness still and that most if not all irish people are aware of

[th3-0bjectivist]

The Salvation Day Interviews (1 of 2) with musician Anthony Tadlock

     Dear listener, as a special treat and for the edification of music lovers all over Tumblr this is part 1 of 2 of my Salvation Day Interviews with Anthony Tadlock, A.K.A. t-underneaththeradardancing on Tumblr. Mr Tadlock, I recently spent several hours listening to Salvation Day. Thanks for agreeing to answer some questions about your band’s music. 

    When I dive headlong into music that I’m not too familiar with there’s always this sense of discomfort, but when I started with Mercy from your EP, The Backdoor Sessions, I felt distinctly like I was sitting in a new bar and listening to an exceedingly talented local band perform live. I know we’ve discussed this one-on-one before, but for the peeps on Tumblr, what was the actual genesis of SD, and how did you and Ms Vita Rhie Quintanilla meet? What was the spark that brought you two together to record in the first place?

     to set the stage - so to speak - i had been performing with and jamming and hanging with a young musician - very loose no muss fuss - 3 weeks before meeting vita i had a mild heart attack - mild but the hospital experience was literally a nightmare and nearly killed me - a couple weeks after getting out i was invited over to play/ jam/hang out - wuz expecting at most a couple other ppl to b there - btw to digress - t is very much an introvert - to digress further - t is a stage name but the only name ppl in the music aspect of my life know me by or call me - anywaves - i had just set up my guitar and amp when i could feel a presence coming down the stairs - a young woman - at 1st i guessed 25- ish which would make her the 2nd oldest in the room - she looked at a painting of crows and i said something to her about my love of corvids - i was improvising on guitar - some blues - i think a bass player was playing along and maybe another guitar - she started singing improvising lyrics and we started riffing off each other - her voice blew me away - then she started playing her original songs - omfg ! - anyway - i hoped that we would play together again

     a couple weeks later she walked into Madrone Art Bar where i frequently played open mics -she was with my friend - both joined me on stage and we did what i call "deep space nine " which is what i called any unplanned unrehearsed collaboration onstage - i of course could not remember her name - she handed me a business card lol - she told me she had a weekly gig at a cafe i had performed at and would i like to join her - by this time i knew she was diagnosed w schizoaffective disorder - that she was 17 still in high school and a witch - we started performing together playing her gigs - open mics - on the street ...there is of course more to the story which may be covered as we go on

    I went through every song on Salvation Day’s YouTube page, the instrumentals and the voice go very well together, and I must admit, there is great synergy on display. You two had me mesmerized a few times, particularly with tunes like Para Ti and Reincarnation. Tell me, do the instrumentals come first, or do the lyrics/vocals come first, or somehow both at the same time? What goes into the process before you record?

     virtually all of salvation day songs are mostly vita - the lyrics in particular - some have come out of improvising at gigs - or as vita would say - we are just gonna pull something out of our ass now - some she has already "arranged " before i hear them others she asks me to figure out some chords and key - it should be noted that after graduating high school she moved to davis ca about 100 long miles away with no good way of getting there and back on public transit - required bus ride - a subway ride and finally a train and took 3 hours - neither of us drive though she recently learned - t cant see for shit so - and there was lots of drama in the summer preceding - however we rarely felt the need to rehearse - at early gigs i would ask whats the 1st chord and what key - sometimes the answer was - idk - jimi hendrix chords lol - sometimes they were jazz chords i didnt know - i still play a lot of chords im not quite sure the name of and double stops that suggest a chord - on a good night i play by ear and improvise mostly - when we decided we were gonna make an album - we formalized the arrangements and figured out keys etc ...

     sometimes - like last week when we got together after not playing together in a couple months - tho exchanging some snippets thru email text etc - vita thought of some lyrics on the spot - i started playing some chords - we fucked around w it a bit - made a rough recording on fones and will see if something comes of it - Reincarnation was written just before we met - vita says the songs morphed and become different thru my influence - Para Ti she had come up with a couple months after we started playing together - we were at the friends house - and he had become totally indisposed - we were supposed to start the recording process that day - we waited around to see if he would improve and she started playing it - i came up w the lead guitar lines - btw to digress to q 1 - vita was often in and out of hallucinations and delusions at the time - she has no memory of the 1st time we met and hazy about the beginning period - one last example Mercy - written entirely by vita - tho my guitar was central - she sent me an audio file - it has chords i dont know - i just followed her voice and elaborated - tbh i still dont know what key it is in lol - like jack sparrow eluding capture we just make it up as we go

    Do you have any advice for aspiring musicians out there based on your experiences with SD so far? Have you had any creative blocks or serious problems when generating new music? If so, how do you get through them, and what do you think the most important thing is for a musician to do when they feel discouraged or dejected by their own bad experiences with music making?

     whew - thats a tough one - i have been playing guitar for almost 60 years - been in a number of bands and playing situations - have been discouraged countless times - most recent was the whole experience of recording a studio album with a producer - it was hugely stressful for myriad reasons and ego deflating and not in a good way - we coped w that by recording the Backdoor Sessions ep - the bulk of was recorded in a couple hours in vita's tiny dorm room using garageband - it was done without rehearsal - and we played 2 gigs in january that we were happy with also w no rehearsal - we also released vita's book The Schizophrenic Dialogues - all while covid was rearing its ugly head - no gigs to promote anything - no spoken word opportunities - vita was in terror of infecting me - between age COPD and heart i was a likely candidate to die - so we saw each other rarely

     i had invested a huge amount of $ in the studio album - to cope vita started a collective based on Sacred Arts Productions - a jewelry biz and an art biz - i worked w our web designer / friend / collaborator maggie umber to get our web site up - and started recording daily snippets for instagram and spammed the fuck out of tumblr - vita and i met mostly outdoors - playing mostly acoustic where the chances of infecting me were minimized (she got covid twice during this period ) so i guess my advice is 1) forget the ego and bullshit that goes w doing - anything - but particularly the creative 2) forget about "success" and numbers - sales/listens/hearts...3) just keep on keepin on - that said it aint easy sometimes - i been playing as i said almost 60 years - theres still so much i dont know - i try to learn new things and ways almost daily - just showing up is sometimes a victory

     Listen to Salvation Day on Youtube. Back at the end of the next week with part 2 of my Q&A with Mr Tadlock. If you liked this post, please spread the word about SD and consider reblogging this set of interviews. And if you haven’t done it yet, scroll to the top of this post and smash play!

[avorbl]

Avor's Watchlist for weeks 48 + 49

We are in advent and the busy pre-christmas weeks dont leave much time for watching dramas. But looking at the list and the release calendars others are posting, there should be some time during holidays to catch up on the things I want to finish this year.

Currently Airing

Love Sick 2024 13/15 Lovesick has established itself as a solid weekly watch where I can just spend an hour of enjoyable television.

Fourever You 10/16 I should really check out the cut version of this because all the episodes have felt to long for the amount of plot they were conveying

Usotoki Rhetoric 8/10 The genre mix of episodic detective drama and fantasy apprenticeship really works. The theme of contrasting objective lies with harmful lies works well. Hopefully we get to know more about the detective’s background in the last episodes Suzuka Ouji’s acting is phenomenal but the character would remain a bit flat especially compared to the policeman.

Light of my Lion 7/11

See Your Love 8/13

Bad to Bed 6/10

Love in the Air Japan 6/10 The two part nature still feels a bit weird but the shorter runtime of each episode makes it more understandable along with the resulting highlight on the characters.

Our Youth / Miseinen 5/11 To see them so clearly needing each other but knowing that it wont last and the beautiful cinemaphotography really keep me enganged.

Fragrance you inherit 4/8 There is somthing explosive about this one. They are all so kind and thoughtful of each other but I cannot help to dread Kanae’ father.

Caged Again 5/10 Oh my sweet earbest children trying.

Your Sky 4/12 Oh my sweet earbest children trying.

The Heart Killers 3/12

Winter Is Not the Death of Summer but the Birth of Spring 10/21 So far this prison can proudly stand next to all the all boys school as the most BL setting ever created.

Seoul Blues: Spin-off 2/4 Seoul Blues needed a continuation but this is so different again that its probably better appreciated as a separate work. And then the second episode has us in full Battle of the Writers territory. It is really just them doing concepts is seems.

Spare Me Your Mercy 3/8 As long as we accept Tew being thoroughly charmed and fascinated by Kan from the first meeting this series works well enough

What I am catching up on

Unstoppable High Kick 29/167

The Princess Royal 27/40

Word of Honor 24/36

Playboyy 4/14

Still on my watch list

Fight for My Way 10/16

Tengu no Daidokoro Season 2 2/10

Polyethylene terephthalate 2: Even if it's just a dream that I'll forget when I wake up 5/8

Stealing from My CEO 16/61

Buddy Boy 5/?

Kiss x Kiss x Kiss: Love ii Shower 1/?

Secret Love 12/81

Finished in the last two weeks

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart! 25.11.24 6,5/10 Went out in a whimper. Too much of the resolution was put on a action packed finale which made the human and social endings feel rushed and like an afterthought .

The Nipple Talk 28.11.24 9/10 Queer community and three love stories. About choices we make to be happy. A celebration.

Latex 28.11.24 8,5/10 I am not sure how far I am supposed to interpret the central metaphor. But I am thankful that Matchbox still puts out these decidely queer stories.

Everyone Is a Stupid 30.11.24 8/10 Short film about the negative impact school has on (queer) youth an institution. In the form of two childhood friends finding back together and thereby finding confidence.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days 01.12.24 9/10 This is probably the series I made the most notes for. Ultimately it fails at its success in getting released. For a series that so meticulously proceeds from one point to the next the happy ending time skip felt out of place and undermines the the cautionary message it means to convey.

Love is Like a Poison 03.12.24 8,5/10 Liked the colour story in the end. The actual ending felt too forced. Making it so personal strechted the believability too far.

Blue Complex 07.12.24 8/10 It builds up the relationship to the other two well. Their mental states are believable and well portrayed but it falls in the trap of the one saving moment. While tha might work for a mental block preventing you from swimming its ridiculous in the face of a suicidal depression the camaderie and saving moment have to be followed up by professional help to not ring hollow.

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru: More Please! 07.12.24 10/10 The perfect slice of life about the importance of staying true to yourself . With strong colours. A wholesome story to pick you up.

[firelance2361]

What If...The Hawkeyes Brought the House Down?

Since we know that What If...? is coming to an end with Season 3, here's a piece I did for the rumored episode in Season 1 where Peter Parker would become a version of Hawkeye, as well as a full story for the idea, inspired by Dark Reign: The List by Brian Micheal Bendis.

Apologies again for the lengthiness and I hope you enjoy it!

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In this universe, both Derek and Eleanor Bishop were killed in the Battle of New York. Their daughter Kate, on the other hand, was trapped underneath some rubble caused by the Chitauri attack.

Shortly after the Battle was over, she was found alive by a man named Ben Parker, who pulled her from the rubble and brought her to medical attention. Taking pity on the orphaned young girl, Ben decided to bring Kate home with him, adopting her as his own. After introducing her to his wife May, Kate eventually met Ben's nephew Peter Parker.

Although Kate felt initially isolated from the rest of her new family, Peter welcomed her in with open arms as a new sister of sorts, letting her know she's part of the family now. The two then made a promise to protect each other and their family, no matter what.

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As the two grew up together, their Aunt May and Uncle Ben inherited the Bishop Family Fortune, including the company of Bishop Security, allowing them to afford to send their kids to private school together.

- [ ] Throughout their middle and high school career, Kate and Peter - inspired by her favorite hero Clint Barton/Hawkeye - went through high amounts of martial arts training, being able to gain many medals in several competitions.

- [ ] During their time at high school, Peter designed a handful of trick arrows for him and Kate to use, as well as customizing their archery suits to be more stylish. The two of them would often joke about possible archer nicknames, with Peter's settling on Bowslinger.

- [ ] One day in 2015, during a walk through Central Park, Peter, Kate, and Ben were cornered by a mugger, who told them to hand over what they could. The siblings attempts to intervene only caused Ben to be fatally injured by a stray bullet fired from the muggers gun. Peter knocked out the robber as the pair held their Uncle Ben in his last moments.

- [ ] After Ben's passing, May accepted his position as part of the board of Bishop Security, helping steer the company in a more constructive and protective direction.

- [ ] Because of the changes to the timeline caused by Eleanors’ death, in 2018, Peter, Kate, and their family survived the Blip.

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In the summer of 2021, Peter and Kate were home in New York on break from school. During a charity gala to honor those lost by the Blip, the two accidentally eavesdropped on Armand Duquesne III's conversation with William Lopez, who left shortly after. Suspecting that something was amiss, the two of them managed to slip away from the party and grab their archer gear, following Lopez to the Fat Man Auto Repair, finding the Tracksuit Mafia members inside.

As Peter and Kate contemplated calling the police for assistance, their conversations were interrupted by screams coming from inside the shop. The two of them made their way around the building, seeing through the windows the Tracksuits being attacked by the Ronin, using his sword to cut them down and slaughter the criminals while they begged for mercy.

Peter and Kate did their best to stay out of the Ronin's sight during his rampage, until they saw through an open door the Ronin attacking William Lopez. As an injured Lopez pleaded for mercy, the vigilante was about to stab and kill him, until Kate intervened and threw his bola at Ronin's sword, knocking it away from him.

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The Ronin turned his gaze sharply to Kate, annoyed to see her and Peter interfering with his hit job. Peter tells William to run as the two archers engage with the vigilante. The three fighters engaged in a full-on fight, with Ronin managing to outmatch the pair with his experience. Realizing fighting hand to hand would be useless, Peter switched to Plan B, using his skills with geometry to make the Ronin dodge his and Kate's arrows, making it look like they was a bad shots when in reality they were setting his wire arrows in the right spots to trap Ronin.

As Ronin managed to knock Kate away and kick Peter back into a tool chest, he held his blade to his throat, telling him to stay out of his way. Peter coyly played like he was outmatched, while secretly hitting the switch for the wire arrows, activating them. Unfortunately for them, Ronin saw through the whole act, using his sword to knock away one of the wire hooks, accidentally tying up Kate, before leaping midair to dodge the rest of them.

Ronin attempts to get away, only to get shot in the ear by a stray bullet, disorienting him. The three turn to see Maya Lopez standing in the door, pointing a gun at the vigilante. She pinned the incapacitated hero to the ground, holding her gun to his face. She unmasks the Ronin, revealing himself to a surprised Kate and Peter to be none other than Clint Barton, the original Hawkeye.

She then knocks out Barton, and then points her gun at the other two archers, telling them that they are coming with her. Peter and Kate try to talk their way out of it until two Tracksuits knock them out from behind, rendering them unconscious.

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Peter, Kate, and Clint woke up in the Tracksuit's base of operations, finding themselves tied up and their weapons missing. As Kate tries awkwardly introducing herself to Clint, he just ignores it, unable to hear anything with his ear messed up from the bullet wound.

Soon, Maya, William, and Kazi walk into the room, with William demanding to know who the other two are and what the Ronin wants from them. Recognizing the Ronin was unwilling to cooperate and unable to understand them due to his injury, Maya turns her attention to Peter and Kate, asking who they are, using Kazi to translate. They reply that they are just fans of Barton who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, dragging out the conversation enough for Peter to slowly cut through the rope with a spare arrowhead in his wrist.

Annoyed by the conversation, Maya points a gun at Peter, prepared to shoot him, only for Parker to break free and redirect the gun to break Clint free of his restraints. After freeing Kate, a full-on fight ensues as the three attempt to locate their gear. Kate manages to find their bows and arrows and Ronin's sword, tossing them to the others as bullets and arrows go flying about. During the fight, One of Kate's badges from Bishop Security got knocked away from her.

Peter managed to trap most of the Tracksuits with a foamy trick arrow, allowing for him, Kate, and Clint to escape in Maya's car, but not before finding a stray dog in the back of the car and taking him with them as they escape. Kazi attempts to give chase, but Maya holds them back, pointing to Kate's fallen badge. William examines the badge, telling Maya and Kazi to contact their boss.

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After finding an audiologist to get him a hearing aid, Barton, Parker, Bishop, and the dog went to Peter and Kate's apartment in Queens. After confiscating Ronin's sword, the two of them request for Barton to tell them everything. When Clint asks why he would do that, Kate tells him they have cameras from Bishop Security installed for burglars, and that if he tries anything they'll signal for the police to arrive.

Reluctantly, Clint tells them he was following a tip from one of Wilson Fisk's informants, saying that he was hoping to find someone who could give him a lead to Kingpin. Peter inquires why, to which Barton tells him he's been making a list of things that must be done to change the status quo because of the Blip, and that Fisk is at the top of it.

After discussing the situation with each other, they agree to help Clint find Kingpin, clarifying they would not help kill him. He reluctantly accepts, figuring they'll be a part of this now one way or another. They leave the dog behind, with Kate nicknaming him Lucky.

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Later that evening, Kazi is out on patrol per Fisk's orders, looking for the trio, when his tire gets shot out. Kazi gets out to check the tire, only to be caught in a snare that suspends him upside down from a lamppost. The trio emerges from the shadows, surrounding the Tracksuit thug.

After Peter and Kate tie up Kazi, Clint orders him to tell them why they set him up. A terrified Kazi confesses that Fisk needed to give the Ronin a red herring to throw him off his trail, and William was the closest target he had.

Kazi then asks who the other two are, to which Peter says that's none of their business. Kazi disagrees, saying they know Kate is Derek Bishop's daughter, saying they found her badge at their base. Clint then tries to kill Kazi out of frustration, which makes him let slip about Sloan Ltd.; Clint then searches Kazi, finding an ID for Sloan on him. The three then flee the scene as the police arrive, with both Peter and Kate determined to find out what her father's link to the Tracksuits and Kingpin is.

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The trio then make their way to Bishop Security to obtain information about the Tracksuits. Upon entering May's office, they find signs of a struggle, with windows partly broken and the files ransacked. After Peter hacks into Sloan Ltd. through Kazi's account, they discover his employment there and that the company was a money laundering front for the Tracksuit Mafia with Fisk as its CEO.

Wanting to know more about Kate's family's link to Fisk, Peter cross references the tax transactions from Sloan with any from Bishop Security, finding tax files linking from Fisk directed to Derek Bishop. Doing some research they also discover one of the members of Sloan was listed as inactive since late 2015, which unnerves them sightly. They pull up the employee's files shocked to see it is the same man who murdered Uncle Ben in Central Park all those years ago.

Kate then puts the pieces together. Derek borrowed money from Kingpin when their family was in debt, and that debt was still unpaid after he and Eleanor died. The mugging in Central Park was an attempt by Fisk to get Kate and get what he could of the Bishop Family's fortune, and Ben paid the price for it.

As the two of them are reeling from this revelation, suddenly the laptop flickers before it goes black. It then switches on again, this time with Fisk on the other end. Wilson introduces himself to the pair, saying it's an honor to finally meet Kate. Peter shuts him up, demanding him to turn himself over for what he's done before this gets worse. Wilson ignores his demands, continuing on about how Derek owed him a great debt, a debt that Kate must now pay in full.

He then shows a captured May in the background of the frame, giving them an ultimatum: deliver Kate to Fisk to transfer their fortune back over to him by midnight, or they'll both lose the last bit of family they have left.

This is the final straw for Clint, who smashes the laptop shut and declares that he is going to kill Kingpin himself, ordering the tow of them to stay put. Peter tells him he's acting crazy and they need to think this through, but Barton justifies that they let this very evil snake its way into power and they can't let it continue.

Kate tries to appeal to his humanity, arguing that brutally murdering people is wrong and would not make things better. Barton retaliated, explaining to Bishop that hurting people is what he was trained to do, as he is a weapon, despite his time doing good as an Avenger. Kate tells them that's he's not going without them, to which Barton sadly disagrees, gassing her with the stolen head of a knockout arrow. Peter leaps to sister's defense, only be swiftly taken out by a knock to the head.

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Pete and Kate wake up back in their apartment in Queens, tied together with their weapons out of reach. Their attempts to escape are futile, only falling back against the floor. A frustrated Kate apologizes to Peter for everything that he lost because of her, feeling like she failed to keep her promise to protect their family.

Peter reassures her that what happened to Ben was not her fault, neither what has happening now. He laments that he understands what it's like to be lost and alone, but that's different now, because they have each other, and that's how they will get through it.

They then feel and look around for something that can cut the rope with; eventually they see Lucky wandering in from the other room. After getting Lucky's attention, they manages to get him to fetch one of their arrowhead, using it to cut themselves free. After retrieving their gear, and manufacturing some more new trick arrows from scratch, the two head off to save May.

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Later that evening, May sat hostage in Fisk's Penthouse, with Maya, William, Kazi and the other Tracksuits surrounding the place. Fisk's attempts to make small talk with May gives him nothing but cold silence.

Just as he was about to raise and offer her a toast, the lights went out, as members of the Tracksuits began falling left and right at the hands of the Ronin. Clint fought through each and every one of the members. Unfortunately, Maya managed to knocks Barton aside and grabs his sword, slashing him in the leg. The other Tracksuits pile onto Clint, dogpiling and overwhelming him.

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Fisk's men bring the apprehended Ronin to the Kingpin, who unmasks him front of everyone, surprised to see it is the former Hawkeye underneath it.

Fisk then asks why Barton would go on such a rampage as the Ronin, to which he informed him that it was the fact they survived and half the population did not, and he warns Fisk that he can either die quickly or slowly at his hand.

Wilson taunts Clint for believing that he could take down everything he's built and tries shooting him, only to have the shots stopped by Kate and Peter's intervention.

The two of them shot smoke arrows at they descend from the rafters, with Kate getting May clear and out of the building while Peter frees Clint and fends off the other Tracksuits.

Fisk makes a run for the rooftop as Clint pursues; Peter tries to give chase, only to be tackled to the ground by Maya. Peter manages to hold his own against her as they exchange blows, but not for long, as Maya overpowers him and pins him to the ground, trying to crush his windpipe with her prosthetic foot.

But before she can do anything, she is disarmed by Kate who shoots loose her leg with an arrow, allowing Peter to throw her off and reacquire his bow, pointing an arrow at Maya. William intervenes, telling them not to hurt her.

Recognizing that she's William's daughter, he tells them to get out his city, but not before letting slip that Fisk ordered Kazi to have Ronin kill William. The two leave the building as Peter and Kate fight their way through the remaining tracksuits, trying to get to Clint.

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Clint runs down the hall as best he can, finally making it to Fisk, only for him to initiate a security lockdown, initiating reinforced steel doors that block Clint from him. Unfortunately, this inadvertently helps Clint as in his attempts to find a way through the door, he finds an air vent in the ceiling, and a way to the roof.

Fisk manage to get to the rooftop where the chopper is waiting, telling them they need to go. The helicopter's attempts to take off are thwarted as an explosive charge hits one of the engines, grounding the chopper and sending it crashing back to the rooftop.

As a bloodied Kingpin crawls his way out of the chopper, Barton then grabs him by the throat and drags him to the edge of the building, planning on dropping him to his demise, only for Pete and Kate to appear, pointing their arrows at him, telling him to stop what's doing now.

Barton ignores them and lets go of Fisk, but not before Kate shoots a grappling arrow that catches Fisk and suspends him over the city. The two archers then engage in a brutal fight with Ronin, blades and arrows clashing over the rooftop. Despite their effort, Clint manages to outsmart the two of them, slicing off their quivers and kicking them off the roof. After dislocating Peter's ankle and kicking him and Kate back into an AC unit, he grabs one of their bows and a leftover arrow, prepared to end this.

As he marches to the ledge to execute Fisk, Kate jumps in front of him, telling him not to do this. Clint just holds up his bow and arrow, telling her to move now before she got hurt. Kate tries to appeal to his humanity once again, telling Barton about how she had witnessed the Battle of New York, and how she witnessed him fighting the aliens that day and that he had saved her from an attack.

She told Clint that he was her inspiration to become a hero, to which he just retorts that is the furthest thing from one. He then goes on a rant of how the Blip took everything he had left, his wife, his sons and daughter, and nobody cared. Things only got worse, like Fisk and his criminal reign, saying this path was the only way they could beat it.

Kate tells Clint that this isn't what his family would want, and if he wants to kill Fisk this, he'll have to kill her too. Despite hesitating and thinking desperately of his wife and three children, Barton ultimately sighs, about to release his arrow. Fortunately, his attempts to shoot are stopped by Peter, who manages to aim and throw a piece of debris that injures Clint's thumb, making him miss the shot and allowing Kate to grab the arrow and stab him in the foot, allowing her to knock him to the ground.

The duo stand over the defeated Ronin, telling him that his warpath is done. Clint just lays there defeated, lamenting to the two of them about his losses, breaking down into tears at the thought of what he's done.

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The police arrive at Fisk's Penthouse and place Barton and Fisk under arrest. Peter and Kate make sure May is safe and sound before going to see the Ronin off. Before Clint leaves, he gives Kate the notebook with the list in it, telling her and Peter to finish it, approving her as the new Hawkeye.

The cop car drive away as Kate looks on, lamenting to Peter and May about how Clint was who she wanted to be like growing up, but now with his fate as the Ronin, she doesn't know what to do know. Peter reassures her that no matter what happens, they'll do it together as Hawkeye and Bowslinger.

As Kate humorously laughs at that bit, the three of them are then surprised by the Lucky, who followed them to the scene. May immediately takes a liking to him, giving him a handful of hugs and kisses. The family then walks off into the streets of New York, determined to put the wrong things right, together.

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Sorry about the lengthiness, but since the series is coming to a close this December, I thought it would be a cool crossover idea and a possible means for explore more of the unexplored grounded levels of the Blip. Plus it would be a good way to adapt one of Hawkeye's darker storylines into the MCU without hurting the main continuity.

Hope you like it!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Encouragement to Prayer

by Charles Spurgeon

A bit of encouragement for all those who exercise the hallowed art of prayer.

“I will shew thee great and mighty things which thou knowest not?”

Let us just remark that this was originally spoken to a prophet in prison and therefore it applies in the first place to every teacher. And indeed, as every teacher must be a learner, it has a bearing upon every learner in divine truth. The best way by which a prophet and teacher and learner can know the reserved truths, the higher and more mysterious truths of God, is by waiting upon God in prayer. I noticed very specially yesterday in reading the Book of the Prophet Daniel, how Daniel found out Nebuchadnezzar’s dream. The soothsayers, the magicians, the astrologers of the Chaldees, brought out their curious books and their strange looking instruments, and began to mutter their abracadabra and all sorts of mysterious incantations, but they all failed What did Daniel do? He set himself to prayer and knowing that the prayer of a united body of men has more prevalence than the prayer of one, we find that Daniel called together his brethren and bade them unite with him in earnest prayer that God would be pleased of His infinite mercy to open up the vision. “Then Daniel went to his house and made the thing known to Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah, his companions, that they would desire mercies of the God of heaven concerning this secret, that Daniel and his fellows should not perish with the rest of the wise men of Babylon.” And in the case of John, who was the Daniel of the New Testament, you remember he saw a book in the right hand of Him that sat on the throne—a book sealed with seven seals which none was found worthy to open or to look thereon. What did John do? The book was by-and-by opened by the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, who had prevailed to open the book, but it is written first, before the book was opened, “I wept much.” Yes, and the tears of John which were his liquid prayers, were, as far as he was concerned, the sacred keys by which the folded book was opened.

Brethren in the ministry, you who are teachers in the Sabbath school and all of you who are learners in the college of Christ Jesus, I pray you remember that prayer is your best means of study. Like Daniel, you shall understand the dream and the interpretation thereof, when you have sought unto God, and like John, you shall see the seven seals of precious truth unloosed, after that you have wept much. “Yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up the voice for understanding; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures; then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.” Stones are not broken, except by an earnest use of the hammer and the stone-breaker usually goes down on his knees. Use the hammer of diligence and let the knee of prayer be exercised, too, and there is not a stony doctrine in Revelation which is useful for you to understand, which will not fly into shivers under the exercise of prayer and faith. “Bene orasse est bene studuisse” was a wise sentence of Luther, which has been so often quoted,that we hardly venture but to hint at it. “To have prayed well is to have studied well.” You may force your way through anything with the leverage of prayers. Thoughts and reasonings may be like the steel wedges which may open a way into truth, but prayer is the lever, the prise which forces open the iron chest of sacred mystery, that we may get the treasure that is hidden therein for those who can force their way to reach it. The kingdom of heaven still suffereth violence and the violent taketh it by force. Take care that ye work away with the mighty implement of prayer and nothing can stand against you.

We must not, however, stop there. We have applied the text to only one case. It is applicable to a hundred. We single out another. The saint may expect to discover deeper experience and to know more of the higher lifeand scriptural life by being much in prayer. There are different translations of my text. One version renders it, “I will shew thee great and fortified things which thou knowest not.” Another reads it, “Great and reserved things which thou knowest not.” Now, all the developments of spiritual life are not alike easy of attainment. There are the common frames and feelings of repentance, and faith and joy and hope, which are enjoyed by the entire family, but there is an upper realm of rapture, of communion, and conscious union with Christ, which is far from being the common dwelling-place of believers. All believers see Christ, but all believers do not put their fingers into the prints of the nails, nor thrust their hand into His side. We have not all the high privilege of John to lean upon Jesus’ bosom, nor of Paul, to be caught up into the third heaven. In the ark of salvation, we find a lower, second, and third story. All are in the ark, but all are not in the same story. Most Christians, as to the river of experience, are only up to the ankles. Some others have waded till the stream is up to the knees. A few find it breast-high and but a few—oh! how few!—find it a river to swim in, the bottom of which they cannot touch. My brethren, there are heights in experimental knowledge of the things of God which the eagle’s eye of acumen and philosophic thought hath never seen and there are secret paths which the lion’s whelp of reason and judgment hath not as yet learned to travel. God alone can bear us there, but the chariot in which He takes us up and the fiery steeds with which that chariot is dragged are prevailing prayers. Prevailing prayer is victorious over the God of mercy, “By his strength he had power with God: yea, he had power over the angel, and prevailed: he wept, and made supplication unto him: he found Him in Beth-El, and there he spake with us.” Prevailing prayer takes the Christian to Carmel and enables him to cover heaven with clouds of blessing and earth with floods of mercy. Prevailing prayer bears the Christian aloft to Pisgah and shows him the inheritance reserved. Ay, and it elevates him to Tabor and transfigures him, till in the likeness of his Lord, as He is, so are we also in this world. If you would reach to something higher than ordinary groveling experience, look to the Rock that is higher than you and look with the eye of faith through the windows of importunate prayer. To grow in experience then, there must be much prayer.

You must have patience with me while I apply this text to two or three more cases. It is certainly true of the sufferer under trial. If he waits upon God in prayer much, he shall receive greater deliverances than he has ever dreamed of—”great and mighty things which thou knowest not.” Here is Jeremiah’s testimony—”Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon Thee: Thou saidst, Fear not. O Lord, Thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; Thou hast redeemed my life.” And David’s is the same—”I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place….I will praise Thee: for Thou hast heard me, and art become my salvation.” And yet again—”Then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them out of their distresses. And He led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation.” “My husband is dead,” said the poor woman, “and my creditor is come to take my two sons as bondsmen.” She hoped that Elijah would possibly say, “Whatare your debts? I will pay them.” Instead of that, he multiplies heroil till it is written, “Go thou and pay thy debts, and”—what was the “and?”—”live thou and thy children upon the rest.” So often it will happen that God will not only help His people through the miry places of the way, so that they may just stand on the other side of the slough, but He will bring them safely far on the journey. That was a remarkable miracle, when in the midst of the storm Jesus Christ came walking upon the sea, the disciples received Him into the ship and not only was the sea calm, but it is recorded, “Immediately the ship was at the land whither they went.” That was a mercy over and above what they asked. I sometimes hear you pray and make use of a quotation which is not in the Bible—”He is able to do exceeding abundantly above what we can ask or even think.” It is not so written in the Bible. I do not know what we can ask or what we can think. But it is said, “He is able to do exceeding abundantly above what we ask or even think.” Let us then, dear friends, when we are in great trial only say, “Now I am in prison. Like Jeremiah, I will pray as he did, for I have God’s command to do it and I will look out as he did, expecting that He will show me reserved mercies which I know nothing of at present.” He will not merely bring His people through the battle, covering their heads in it, but He will bring them forth with banners waving to divide the spoil with the mighty and to claim their portion with the strong. Expect great things of a God who gives such great promises as these.

Again, here is encouragement for the worker. Most of you are doing something for Christ. I am happy to be able to say this, knowing that I do not flatter you. My dear friends, wait upon God much in prayer and you have the promise that He will do greater things for you than you know of. We know not how much capacity for usefulness there may be in us. That ass’s jawbone lying there upon the earth, what can it do? Nobody knows what it can do. It gets into Samson’s hands, what can it not do? No one knows what it cannot do now that a Samson wields it. And you, friend, have often thought yourself to be as contemptible as that bone and you have said, “What can I do?” Ay, but when Christ by His Spirit grips you, what can you not do? Truly you may adopt Paul’s language and say, “I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me.” However, do not depend upon prayer without effort. In a certain school there was one girl who knew the Lord, a very gracious, simple-hearted, trustful child. As usual, grace developed itself in the child according to the child’s position. Her lessons were always best said of any in the class. Another girl said to her, “How is it that your lessons are always so well said?” I pray God to help me,” she said, “to learn my lesson.” Well, thought the other, “Then I will do the same.” The next morning, when she stood up in the class, she knew nothing and when she was in disgrace, she complained to the other, “Why I prayed God to help me learn my lesson and I do not know anything of it. What is the use of prayer?” “But did you sit down and try to learn it?” “Oh! no,” she said, “I never looked at the book.” “Ah,” then said the other, “I asked God to help me to learn my lesson, but I then sat down to it studiously and I kept at it till I knew it well and I learned it easily, because my earnest desire, which I had expressed to God was, help me to be diligent in endeavoring to do my duty.” So is it with some who come up to prayer-meetings and pray and then they fold their arms and go away hoping that God’s work will go on. Like the negro woman singing, “Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,” but not putting a penny in the plate, so that her friend touched her and said, “But how can it fly if you don’t give it wings to fly with?” There be many who appear to be very mighty in prayer, wondrous in supplications, but then they require God to do what they can do themselves and therefore God does nothing at all for them. “I shall leave my camel untied,” said an Arab once to Mahomet, “and trust to providence.” “Tie it up tight,” said Mahomet, “and then trust to providence.” So you that say, “I shall pray and trust my church, or my class, or my work to God’s goodness,” may rather hear the voice of experience and wisdom which says, “Do thy best work as if all rested upon thy toil, as if thy own arm would bring thy salvation, and when thou hast done all, cast thyself on Him without whom it is in vain to rise up early and to sit up late and to eat the bread of carefulness and if He speed thee, give Him the praise.”

I shall not detain you many minutes longer, but I want to notice that this promise ought to prove useful for the comforting of those who are intercessors for others. You who are calling upon God to save your children, to bless your neighbors, to remember your husbands or your wives in mercy, may take comfort from this, “I will shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” A celebrated minister in the last century, one Mr. Bailey, was the child of a godly mother. This mother had almost ceased to pray for her husband, who was a man of a most ungodly stamp and a bitter persecutor. The mother prayed for her boy and while he was yet eleven or twelve years of age, eternal mercy met with him. So sweetly instructed was the child in the things of the kingdom of God, that the mother requested him—and for some time he always did so—to conduct family prayer in the house. Morning and evening this little one laid open the Bible, and though the father would not deign to stop for the family prayer, yet on one occasion he was rather curious to know “what sort of an out the boy would make of it,” so he stopped on the other side of the door and God blessed the prayer of his own child under thirteen years of age to his conversion. The mother might well have read my text with streaming eyes and said, “Yes, Lord, Thou hast shewn me great and mighty things which I knew not. Thou hast not only saved my boy, but through my boy Thou hast brought my husband to the truth.” You cannot guess how greatly God will bless you. Only go and stand at His door, you cannot tell what is in reserve for you. If you do not beg at all, you will get nothing, but if you beg He may not only give you, as it were, the bones and broken meat, but He may say to the servant at His table, “Take thou that dainty meat and set that before the poor man.” Ruth went to glean. She expected to get a few good ears, but Boaz said, “Let her glean even among the sheaves, and rebuke her not,” he said moreover to her, “At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar.” Nay, she found a husband where she only expected to find a handful of barley. So in prayer for others, God may give us such mercies that we shall be astounded at them, since we expected but little. Hear what is said of Job and learn its lesson, “And the Lord said, My servant Job shall pray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job….And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before.”

Now, this word to close with. Some of you are seekers for your own conversion. God has quickened you to solemn prayer about your own souls. You are not content to go to hell, you want heaven. You want washing in the precious blood. You want eternal life. Dear friends, I pray you take this text—God Himself speaks it to you—”Call unto Me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” At once take God at His word. Get home, go into your chamber and shut the door, and try Him. Young man, I say, try the Lord. Young woman, prove Him, see whether He be true or not. If God be true, you cannot seek mercy at His hands through Jesus Christ and get a negative reply. He must, for His own promise and character bind Him to it, open mercy’s gate to you who knock with all your heart. God help you, believing in Christ Jesus, to cry aloud unto God, and His answer of peace is already on the way to meet you. You shall hear Him say, “Your sins which are many are all forgiven.”

The Lord bless you for His love’s sake. Amen.

[cheerfullycatholic]

Her Sisters and Brother

Liz and Grace Georgia, United States

In 2010, I began my own healing journey for my abortions when my only living child, my daughter Grace, was 11 years old.  As she was growing up, I cannot tell you how many times she would ask me, “Mama, are you ever going to have any more children?” Or, “Mom, I wish I had a sister or a brother.  I wish I wasn’t the only child.”  And each time I heard my daughter say these things to me, my heart would break, for I was harboring the painful secret and the deep shame, regret, and remorse of my abortions.  Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and began my own healing journey.  I attended the Rachel’s Vineyard Retreat and then participated in a post-abortion healing Bible Study.

After experiencing God’s healing, I became a pro-life advocate and activist and began working for PATH, Post Abortion Treatment & Healing, in Atlanta.  I knew at some point I was going to have to tell Grace the truth about her siblings lost to abortion, but I didn’t know when.  I prayed for the Holy Spirit to begin preparing both of us and to let me know when the right time would be for Grace to hear the painful, shocking truth—that she had two sisters and one brother in Heaven.  

On Mother’s Day 2016, after the family’s festivities were over, Grace and I were alone in the family room, and I truly felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to tell Grace about my abortions.  Grace was 17 years old and a junior in high school.  I talked to her about the story of Saul and what kind of person he was before he started living for God.  He was not a very good person; he killed and persecuted many innocent people before having an overwhelming conversion experience and becoming one of the best apostles of Jesus who ever lived.  What a powerful testament of how powerful Jesus’s healing and forgiveness is!  Grace knew I worked for PATH – that we minister to women and men who have been negatively affected from their abortion experience.  I asked her if she thought I was using book knowledge or experience as I ministered to these people in PATH.  She just stared at me and looked away with unbelief, shock, and horror.  She asked me, “Mom, did you have an abortion?”  I answered her, “Yes, I did.”  Tears began rolling down her cheeks.  My heart was breaking, but I was also feeling the conviction of the Holy Spirit to tell her the WHOLE truth—that I had had three abortions, not just one.   So I told her the WHOLE truth and told her of my deep regret, sadness, and sorrow for what I had done.  Yet, just like God forgave Paul, God forgave me!  And, as a result of this overwhelming forgiveness and mercy, I wanted to help lead others to God’s healing, too.  I told her I didn’t want to keep family secrets.  Additionally, I NEVER wanted her to ever have to go through what I had experienced, but I did want her to know the TRUTH about abortion and its aftermath.  

I told her that she may begin to feel and experience many different emotions now that she knows the truth about my abortions, such as sadness, fear, anger, survivor’s guilt, among many other feelings.  I offered her people from PATH she could talk to that would understand if she ever needed to talk about it.  

The following January (2017), when Grace was a senior in high school, she and I marched together for the first time at the March for Life in Washington, D.C.   As we marched, Grace boldly carried a sign that said, “I Mourn the Loss of my Aborted Sibling”, and I carried my sign that said, “I Regret My Abortion.”  And she was there when I shared my post-abortion healing testimony for Silent No More at the United States Supreme Court.  It was a powerful day for us both.  

During summer 2017, Grace had just graduated high school and was going away to college in the fall.  As a family, we went up to Chattanooga, TN and had a memorial Mass for our three babies in Heaven and then went to the National Memorial for the Unborn to honor these babies.  We had a brass name plate made for each one of them with their names and a special message on it.  Then Grace placed each name plate on the Wall of Names.  This was a very special day.

“I’ve been through a lot of pain and stuff and I just wonder what it would have been like if they were here to help me through it,” says Grace.  The shockwaves of abortion run deep.  In October 2018, Grace continued her healing journey by attending the Rachel’s Vineyard Retreat, where she was able to grieve the loss of her siblings in Heaven.  Grace is a sophomore in college now and has encountered many opportunities to defend LIFE.  She says she “will always fight for her siblings and be a voice for them.”  She has become quite the pro-life advocate and activist and has even debated in class about the devastation and shockwaves of abortion, admitting her own experience with being the sibling of three children lost to abortion.  She has also expressed an interest with getting involved with Students for Life Ministry on her college campus.  I am so proud of her, and I know her two sisters and brother in heaven are proud of her too!

Find more testimonies at Silent No More

[the-crystal-one]

Can you do a black reader oc x Eli moskowitz hcs?

CAN I?!

Eli Moskowitz x Black Oc (Deja Jones)

Deja and Eli have been friends since elementary school (Demetri too but Deja didn't start hanging out with him until middle school)

They immediately hit it off because of Deja's little knowledge on the Star Wars, Star Trek, MCU, DC....anything other than Cartoon Network universe.

After the hour long recess explanation, Deja still didn't understand but she liked talking to Eli

When they hit middle school, they became closer than ever. They would hang out in Eli's basement and play whatever piqued their small brains at the time. Demetri was a bit skeptical (obviously look at the poor boy)

One day Deja mentioned something along the lines of how Cartoon Network was the best cartoon channel and that's when Demetri knew he loved her. "Honestly Steven universe is one of the best-" Demetri didn't even give her time to finish before he attacked her with a hug

~Flash forward to high school~

Obviously Eli, Deja, and Demetri were inseparable.

A lot of "So who's house are we going over today?" Always Eli's

Eli and Demetri would go to all of her dance shows to cheer her on, Deja would listen to their rants about any and everything.

Dej was the. protector of the two, she would whoop Kyler's ass (if she had the strength to do so)

When Eli joined Cobra Kai (after he met Miguel), she didn't agree with it first but she knew this is something he wanted to do

She waited outside of the dojo during the beginning but when he stormed out, muttering about how he was getting a "new look" she was (rightfully) worried about him

She told him that she loved him for who he was and that he shouldn't change himself because some alcoholic white man told him too. (She's liked him for a couple of months and has yet to open her yap)

Nonetheless she went with him to get his haircut, she actually picked the color because they matched her braids at the time.(Which Eli would have done because mans had been liking HEEER since they met)

He tried to convince her to get a tattoo which she shot down quick fast and in a hurry because her granny would slaughter her if she even INHALED the scent of tattoo ink, so she stuck to getting tongue ring ,simple silver ball.

(This is the good part people so pay attention)

Deja was literally balling when that needle went through her tongue and Eli was kissing her head "You're okay, I believe in you Dej, you're so strong you can do anything...That's why I love you."

Let her tell you, any ounce of pain that was in her left.Her grip tightened around his hand and her eyes met his.

(They very much did have a Disney moment)

It's not that he never told her that he loved her, it's just the way he said it.

When it was his turn to get his tattoo, she tried, keyword, tried to tell him that she felt the same.

"I- muh- moo-poo"

"Ah! What?"

"I thaid! I muh moo poo!!"

.....Yeah after that she just whipped her phone out and texted him, which he didn't see until 4 hours after he got the tattoo.

His back way aching and her mouth was all puffed up but they were together and that's all they cared about

A/N: I have never wrote a head cannon before so please have mercy on my soul