#I'm predicting this will continue for what's left of today

[icyg4l]

PAC: May 2024 Predictions

Hello beautiful people! Later on this week, I will have a Five Dollar Friday Sale where any topic can be talked about. Please refer to my guidelines if you are interested in booking with me! Today, I will be giving you all some predictions about the upcoming month. I hope that those who resonate will continue to support me. For those of you who have been supporting me, I thank you. Without further ado, please select the quote that resonates with you.

Left-to-Right: (1-3)

Pile One: I am getting Taurus energy from this pile. I feel like you are going to be walking away from a situation that no longer serves you in May. It's going to hurt. But on the bright side, at least you are done with that chapter in your life. I feel like you are inviting new energy into your life though. It feels lively. I think that you need to be careful though if you go out to a hookah bar, or just go out into the nightlife in general. I am seeing that you will be going to a cookout. I am seeing the image of a thermometer's heat rising. I feel like you may have tension with someone that's super thick, lol. All in all, I feel that this month for you will determine the theme of this summer for you all. You got your wings, you've been promoted! It may be hard to focus on the positives because of your circumstances but you will survive. This month will feel weird because it’s like your on two ends of the spectrum. One part is good and the other is gone to shit, but all will work in your favor boo! See the good in life.

Cards Used: Page of Cups, Queen of Discs, Ace of Cups, 5 of Discs, The World, 10 of Swords, Justice.

extras: arrogance. cheap labor. pennyslvania. slabs. coney island. sweet! livelihood. perfume. body shapewear. antisocial club.

Pile Two: Idk why but your energy reminds me of Natalie Nunn lol. Not the messy parts but the part about her where she's unintentionally funny and fun to be around. Your energy feels very much party girl, I could easily get in this section if I wanted to type of vibe. Anyway, I think that you are going to be strengthening some platonic connections that you already have. But I also think that you're going to cut someone loose --- someone who has been around for a while. The name Harold comes to mind. Have you eaten Harold's Chicken as of recently, lol? I think that you're going to have sharper instincts as a result. You're going to see people for who they are. I am seeing the image of a butterfly flying on someone's nose. You will be growing up in the month of May. There is an emphasis on meditation. You're being called to devoting your time to staying in the present. You're being asked to go within and get more introspective. Also, cut back on the refined sugars. I think you'll be listening to Amaraae and Solange more often this month as well.

Cards Used: King of Cups, 3 of Cups, Strength, Death, King of Swords, The Hermit, Prince of Discs, 2 of Swords, The Lovers.

extras: big eyes. blonde hair. shapely. wiz khalifa. stunna shades. "i ain't going nowhere." "get comfy." gloomy. rainbow tips.

Pile Three: Someone in this pile is going to be reuniting with their family at a prom sendoff, at a graduation, a party. Either way, it will be a celebration. This pile will also be very grateful in the month of May. You are also going to have many opportunities to make quick money with the people that you love (not necessarily family but anyone that makes you feel safe). A love opportunity will be coming through for you as well. I don't see this as something you should take serious. I think you want to be independent right now, that person understands and they will give you your space for the time being. If you're trying to curate an event, don't worry too much about what people will think because it's going to be a big turnout regardless. I think some of you will be going to a wedding or will be getting married. So, congratulations to that! I also think that some of you will be meeting your future spouses in this pile (you won't know it yet though). Overall, I feel that this month is a great month for you to focus on community building.

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Hierophant, 9 of Swords, King of Wands, Justice, 3 of Discs, 8 of Wands, 4 of Wands, Ace of Cups.

extras: entrepreneurial spirit. aquamarine. blue butterflies. single father. "something cute, something for the summertime."

[anarcho-masochist]

It really is like my brain went, "Wow, those are powerful intrusive thoughts you've got there. You know what's more powerful? Your desire to see this guy traumatized. Have 1.5 days of maladaptive daydreaming about them."

[wafflesex]

Because I'm a massive nerd: have some character analysis involving gem language and the gems the Leech twins are named after.

Fluorite is a precious stone named after the Latin word “flux” which means “continuous change.” It is associated with growth: removing negative energy, promoting positivity, and increasing self-confidence.

When cleansing the body from stress, fluorite primarily protects the intellect. It promotes concentration, memory retention, and can be used as a learning aid or for making big decisions. Green fluorite is especially good for this.

While fluorite’s namesake refers to spontaneity, geologists consider it a stable, predictable gem used to measure the hardness of other gems and minerals on the Mohs scale. Its strength is a reliable factor in determining how resistant other minerals are. In other words: fluorite helps you discover your true limits and potentials.

Besides aiding the mind, fluorite energizes as well as grounds the heart in "the now," especially during moments of high anxiety. Not to say it disregards the past and the future; it just prefers to work on who you are at present, recognizing you as an ever-changing, inevitable, unstoppable force in the universe. It promotes compassion towards oneself and encourages one to be the best they can be by opening their heart to fun and love instead of embracing past trauma.

In this sense, fluorite is wonderful for conducting work on your inner child, and is especially responsive to younger people (or those young-at-heart).

A softer mineral, true fluorite tends to bear many natural imperfections on its surface. Some may attribute this to recklessness, hyperactivity, or immaturity. But beneath its scuffs and rough edges, fluorite is a colorful, hearty stone overflowing with positivity… that even glows under ultraviolet light! What a funky little guy.

Jadeite is a highly prized gem that promises safety and balance in one’s life. Like fluorite, it is also a cleansing stone which relies on a more mature approach to turning negative energy into self-sufficient thoughts and behaviors. However, though beautiful and reliable, jade is cold-to-the-touch, and when stowed away or left unused, can grow incredibly brittle. Therefore, it insists upon being used frequently, if not all the time.

Many believe jade jewelry should be worn for one's entire lifetime, as removing it may invite eternal bad luck.

Only diamond can be used to carve jadeite, the strongest natural stone in the world. Measuring in at around 7 on the Mohs scale, it doesn’t blemish, bend, or break easily. With such reliable strength, it can be carved and manipulated into intricate shapes without fear of shattering.

As jade naturally resists breakage, it is a protective gem that forms a special bond with its owner and is commonly used as a tool for breaking other gems. On the rare occasion it does break, however, jade produces glass-like, razor-sharp edges.

In other words: once broken, handle with caution.

Still, there is a nurturing facet to jade: it promotes vitality, youthfulness, and longevity in people while also extending that power to the earth itself. It was often used in old Chinese rituals to manifest strong crop growth. Today, having a sculpture of a jade bok choy in one’s home is considered a symbol of long life and good health.

Make no mistake: jade would rather be out and about having fun with you and others. Doing so means it can make the most out of the life you have together. Utilizing its gorgeous exterior, it invites long lasting friendships and even romance to those who wear it. People may naturally trust and be drawn to jade wearers as the gem helps create a charmingly positive and tranquil personality.

If you're included, it feels included in turn.

A Chinese saying states “you can put a price on gold, but jade is priceless.” Tied to handling matters of the heart, it is a highly perceptive gem and an invaluable treasure meant to be cherished. Generous, elegant, and fierce, it will serve you well… but only if you do the same for it.

Ok I'm done thank you for coming to my rock talk

[uplatterme]

My Dearest, Cupid

a/n: happy valentine’s! i hate the transition. you can see i'm trying to tell something but i can't tell it properly. nothing too daring tbh.

cw: sub!thoma, cupid!thoma, dom!reader, gn!reader | wing kink(?), bondage, blindfold, implied voyeurism

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Thoma’s fingers shake as he continues writing on his notepad. This is his job, he has to get used to this at some point. 

He observes, then he writes. 

This is Thoma’s first time being directly assigned to someone. After all his hard work, he’s finally been promoted and is considered capable enough to handle humans.

His first mission is already a freebie, since his goal only concerns a single human, unlike the others who were known professionals who take more than he can even imagine.

The cupid follows you, continuing to take note of the things you do. He’s been doing this for a week now, his notepad filled with random information about you. He knows of your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your measurements, your schedule…

Of course, it’s just because of his job. He doesn’t…see you in that way.

At this point, the time he’s taking to have you fall in love with someone else is already exceeding the average. He tells himself that it’s just to be careful, that he didn’t want to mess up his first day on the job. However, he can’t hide it from himself that he’s getting cold feet.

If it was Kazuha, he would have helped by whispering verses of love that could increase their human’s possibility of their confession being accepted.

On the other hand, his senior Ayato, would indirectly signal to their human by suggesting what clothes to wear, heightening their confidence about themselves.

Lastly, Miko would be the type to slip something in their human’s drink that would make them feel and look more seductive.

None of those suited Thoma. He’s not great with words to begin with, always seeming to overthink what it is that he says. He’s also not well-versed in the type of clothing that humans wear, so he can’t help in that area. 

He sighs. While he could use gadgets that would make this mission easier, that didn’t seem fair or natural.

It doesn’t even look like you need his help anyways. You seem to be doing fine on your own. The only problem was, he doesn’t know who would be the perfect match for you. 

Unfortunately, time is running out. He needs to fill up your love meter at the end of the day.

He decides based on what he knows. Your coworker looks the closest to you. All he needs to do is to shoot you with an arrow, and make sure that they’re the first person you see right after, giving you that little boost to profess the hidden love you have within your heart. Then, his objective is reached.

Thoma waits, aiming the arrow while you get out of your car. He sees you fix your hair, bending slightly so you can look into the mirror of your car. He takes a deep breath, swallowing all the anxiety away.

After parking your car, he readies his bow. He knows that your coworker will pass by this area at this time since there’s a meeting that’s scheduled for them today.

“Alright,” He whispers to himself, letting go of the arrow as soon as you exit your vehicle.

The arrow flies straight, hitting your chest directly. You stand there quietly, a weird feeling bursting from your chest. It’s a normal side-effect, so he doesn’t worry.

As he predicted, the coworker exits the building and notices you. They’re only a few feet away.

He counts the seconds left until your eyes meet…your body staying still as they walk towards you.

Everything was going to plan.

Was.

A car enters the parking lot, beeping for you to get away.

Oh no. This cannot be happening.

Your mind is still stunned, needing a few more seconds to recover.

His jaw drops in worry. No way the first human he gets assigned to dies because of an external factor.

He panics. He can’t let you die, but Thoma can’t be seen by humans either!

It’s one or the other. Either way, he’s screwed.

He’ll for sure get suspended for this.

Thoma goes quickly, grabbing your body in his hands and flying away from the situation. He made sure your coworker didn’t see anything, though disappearing out of nowhere is still suspicious.

He bites the bottom of his lips, his tiny wings fluttering in worry…

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Thoma looks down to see you conscious, still trapped in his arms. 

He abruptly lets go, unsure of what to say as you stare at him. His wings shy away, this is the first time he’s been seen by a human. Thoma gazes down at the floor, waiting for you to say anything.

“Are you alright?” You question.

“I—Yeah! I-I’m fine!” 

The guide to becoming a cupid never said anything about this!

“You know, you’re really pretty.” You blurt out.

Thoma laughs awkwardly, heat starting to show in his cheeks.

“Thank you…”

A compliment. A human is complimenting him. God, you’re complimenting him.

“Do you always wear that?” You ask, eyeing him from top to bottom.

Thoma nods at your question, starting to get embarrassed by what he’s wearing. It’s a lot different and more showy than what humans usually wear.

“You’re not going to introduce yourself?”

Thoma blinks.

Is he supposed to?

“I’m Thoma…I’m a cupid.”

He waits for you to react aggressively. You didn’t.

Instead, you tug the white fabric of his clothes and you look up at him to ask permission.

“S-Sorry. Is there a problem?” Thoma asks, letting you control his body.

You shook your head. Your hands hover over his body, framing it before touching skin against skin. He gasps a short and tense breath. 

He stares into your eyes and decides that can’t do it anymore. He squeaks, accidentally letting go of his prized notepad, landing between your feet.

“Oh, you dropped this…huh.” Thoma looks anxious as you keep reading its contents.

“Cupid, you’ve been stalking me?”

You’re not mad, not at all. After all, how could you when a handsome fellow swoops in to save you? Granted, he was the one who put you in danger—

Still, the stressed angel in front of you doesn’t look like he means any harm. Especially not with the notes written on the papers…

Come on, cute doodles of you? Your favorite ice cream flavor?

“You were setting me up?” You conclude.

He nods.

“Thoma, you do know that coworker is married, right?”

The cupid blinks at you, wondering if he heard wrong.

“There’s a ring on his finger. Did you not see?”

He thinks, and then he realizes. You’re right.

He bows his head apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad that at least ended with me meeting you.” You reassure.

“No, no. It isn’t supposed to be like this…” He sighs in disappointment.

“At this point, your love meter won’t be filled!” He exclaims.

You stand still, a soft giggle slipping out of you that turns into a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry. A what?” That name was obnoxious. 

“I didn’t name it!” He argues. The more Thoma spends more of his time with you, the more he feels his chest aches.

“Right, right. So, how exactly do you fill it up?”

…

Thoma can’t see a single thing, red cloth covering his eyes. 

His hands are tied behind his back. It’s silent, he can’t even hear your breathing to calm him down.

He understands that’s the point, to make him feel more sensitive, he’s…written about these in his notes.

That you’re that kind of lover who enjoys these kinds of things.

“I wonder, how much is it that you know about me?”

A lot, Thoma wants to answer. Though he shuts his mouth, knowing he’ll get into trouble if he says anything out of turn.

“Are you a pervert, Thoma?” 

He shakes his head.

You hum disappointedly. “You’re not being honest. Should I read what this note says?”

His body tenses up. “W-What note?”

“Spying on me while I pleasure myself. Don’t you think that’s perverted?” 

He’s glad he can’t see your face, he knows you’re shaming him and he won’t be able to take it to see you eyeing him like that.

Your hand slowly caresses his thigh, nothing extreme yet but he knows how this’ll end up. 

“Pretty wings.” 

A slight pinch of his wings sends the cupid whining, his whole body trembling. “D-Don’t…”

“Do all cupids act this slutty or is it just you?”

“My wings are sensitive…” He says, as if you can’t tell that already.

“Such soft feathers.”

He’s never been touched there intimately. His body reacts almost as if he was under some sort of love spell. Thoma’s body moves as you brush your fingers carefully. You were being gentle, yet somehow that annoys the cupid, he’s not that delicate.

He muffles the sounds emerging from his throat by pressing his face on the pillow. He doesn’t like hearing himself sound so whorish…for the lack of a better term. He writhes on the bed, laying on his stomach while he lets you have your way with him. His ass beautifully bouncing with each nudge.

His cock grinds on the soft cushion, the friction immensely satisfying him, a whimper spewing out. After a while his hips start moving on their own, the teasing of his wings getting to his mind.

“Are you that desperate, angel?”

“It feels good…” He says, moving away from the pillow. He can’t see it but he’s well aware of how he’s drooling on it.

“Alright, I’ll let you.” 

He lets out a grateful hum, his wings fluttering as he positions himself. He then squirms as bright light greets him, your fingers taking off the blindfold. Thoma’s taken by surprise, seeing your smile and lifting his body up with ease.

The ties on his wrists make it difficult to resist. Not that he wants to, anyways. 

You position him to face you, his hands still behind his back.

“Do it then, since you’re so desperate to get yourself off.”

His mouth gapes, not sure how to reply. 

“I-In front of you?” He can’t even look you straight in the eye even when just having a normal conversation and you want him to…do that when he’s positioned like this?

“Must I remind you what your notes say again?” You tease.

“N-No! It’s okay. I’ll do it.” Thoma states. 

He grits his teeth, his face burning while he starts moving his lower half.

He’s shaking but it’s more due to the fact that you’re staring at him while he moves his body as if he’s performing for you. He wishes he could put the blindfold back, to at least relieve himself of the humiliation and pretend that you aren’t there.

He can’t cover his mouth or his eyes, forced to sink in the shame. 

Thoma’s not good at this, his movements are sloppy, and each tingle he feels has him needing to stop and take a breath before he could continue even further.

You’re not saying anything, just looking at him with boredom in your eyes. He worries. Did he do something wrong? Is he taking longer than you expected?

And just like that, he crumbles.

“P-Please look at me.” He begins to quicken himself, allowing his mouth to let out whatever lewd sounds it wants.

He looks at you, eyes half-lidded from how he knows that each thrust on the bed succumbs him even deeper and closer to his climax.

His pleas eventually mix with moaning. His voice gets louder as he chants your name, as if he’s fucking you when in reality all he’s doing is humping the bed pathetically.

Shit.

With a sultry whine, Thoma’s drenched in white. 

White that matches his skin, his wings, his tears.

He trembles looking at you for some sort of approval. He excitedly awaits your response, seeing you come towards him.

“Great job.” The cupid expects a pat on the head with those words, though what comes after was more surprising.

A soft kiss planted on his lips, perfectly soothing away all his worries. The cupid’s heart feeling as if he’s the one struck with the arrow.

Oh no.

He’s supposed to make you fall in love, not him!

[wonderlandwalker]

Soon and Sooner | Finnick Odair x Reader

THG Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: Finnick makes his way back to you after the arena separated the two of you last night. He is worried about your safety in a place as cruel as this, but he knows in his heart he'll see you soon again. Turns out it wasn't exactly the reunion he had hoped for.

Content Warnings / Tags: Angst, violence, blood, wounds, mentions of death, hurt with no comfort, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I don't know how to write long fics I'm sorry, but enjoy this piece of heartbreak that's been stuck in my head xx

Whether or not today was a good day depends on at what point of that day you asked. Finnick was alone, as alone as someone can be in the arena. He wonders at which point a greater plan is at work, and at which point it's a coincidence, but the more he thinks about it, the less he wants to. Maybe you had been separated on purpose, singling everyone out for a carefully curated show, maybe this was simply how things were meant to be. It doesn't matter either way, he tells himself, because he'll find his way back to you soon enough

The leaves rustled around him, and if he had been home the melody would have calmed him, but not here. It wasn't relaxing in the same way a breeze is on a summer day by the lakes, not serene any longer. In the arena it only put him on the edge further, dangerously close to the edge. He had last seen you yesterday, having no choice but to go in opposite directions. But that wasn't what worried him, because he knows how to find his way back, recalls the direction of the rendezvous you were probably waiting at already, all he had to do was get there too.

So he went on, only taking small breaks to refill his water, check his surroundings, make sure he would live to be with you once more. As the day passed and he got closer to his destination, he found himself growing negligent, deciding to worry later about the cut on his leg from the thick branches, not bothering to thread carefully over the ground anymore. He was growing restless, desperate.

It didn't take long for Finnick before he could already see the beach coming closer, determination carrying him far. With every step closer he couldn't deny his growing worry, his worry for you. He knew for sure you had survived the attack yesterday, your picture had not been shown in the sky and he had felt relieved, but this morning there was  a cannon, and he had no idea who that belonged to. He thinks he would know, somehow, if it had been you, that his heart was so irrevocably tied to yours he would have felt the string being cut, but that doesn't stop him from wondering, what if it had been you. What if you had been left with a fatal wound that claimed your life after hours of agony, what if there had been another attack, what if-. No, he would know, and he knows he'll see you again soon, so he continues on.

As he turned through the clearing, he could see you standing there, laughing at some joke Johanna had made. The two of you had always had a soft spot for each other, finding family in even the most dire of circumstances. As he finally saw you, the band around his heart released, no longer being tugged at with every step he took. As he finally got closer to you, he called out for you, knowing you’d reach out for him with the same amount of vigor. As he finally reached out for you, so close to having you in his arms once more, he was lost in the sight of you turning around, beaming at him, only for your expression to drop faster than his heart could. He hadn’t even seen it, hadn’t even thought about it, his sole focus on finding you. If he had paid more attention he might have remembered that he was not alone in this arena, that there were people here hunting you, that he was sharing delicate secrets by shouting them loudly, his mind too clouded by its current storm to even begin predicting the next.

He blinked once, twice, but your eyes were wide, no hesitation as you rushed forward. His mind tricking him with a false narrative of ease in a moment where he should have known better. You rushed for him, and he expected the sweet relief of holding you in his arms, but all you did was reach for his shoulders, spinning him around and out of the path of the tribute he could now see retreating back into the forest. He should have known better than to get lost in the euphoria of your presence, you’d always lecture him for it, ranting about how you’re not worth dying for. As he looked back over to you, expecting you to tell him exactly that and kiss him when he’d promise not to do it again, he wasn't smiling anymore either. His bubble shattered into pieces like the sand he was standing on, joining it in hopes that never came to be.

It was as if you hadn't blocked the hit at all, as if the dagger had found its way into his heart regardless. At first he didn't even see it, too caught up in the look of pain on your face, too determined to fix it for you, but he looked down to see he had assigned himself an impossible task.

He felt like a statue, ever forced to watch the violence of mankind without means of intervering. He wanted to envelop you in his arms and whisper assurances to you, but he was too scared that his white lies would be too crimson from the blood that was dripping down onto the beach. The beach, a place that held so many memories of the both of you, now forever stained by this single day.

Simple seconds ticked by, time he once thanked, betraying him. You dropped to the ground like a wave collapsing in on itself, holding a power too great that must now be returned. And the moment it did, the second your now limp body hit the sand beneath you, finding its final destination, he screamed once more. Maybe it was the shock being forced to wear off too soon, maybe it was the denial he didn't want to leave, but the sight before his own eyes was one he could no longer ignore.

He rushed for you, sliding onto his knees as he reached for you, shouting in agony for you to stand back up, to smile at him and cup his jaw like you always did when he was worried. He yelled at those around him, the people he called his friends, doing nothing to save you. And if he had been paying more attention, he would have heard the cannon just like them, would have heard the sound signaling it no longer mattered, because you were already gone. If he had been level headed he would have known that he was only attracted more attention from the other tributes out there, not that it would have mattered, he would have gladly stayed here for them to kill him, maybe he would have even wished for it, because his world would forever be incomplete without you. He would spend eternity searching for you even if he knew it was fruitless, because to him, you were absolutely worth dying for. Not that you’d let him, you would have never let him, you would lay down your own life before letting him sacrifice his, but he could do without the cruel reminder. 

Yes, he should have realized it was too late, but he couldn't, he couldn't hear anything other than the ringing in his ears from how loud he was screaming for you, desperate for you to comfort him, already longing to feel your fingers sifting through his hair, the one thing that calmed him down when nothing else could. He could feel someone reaching out to him, and he wished they were here to let him join you, wondering if you’d ever forgive him if he indulged the thought. But the touch didn’t bring relief, it was simply another painful truth trying to pull him into a now worthless world. 

He could hear them now, hear them talking about having to move, about getting him to move, it only made him cling to you harder. He could no longer feel your muscles confulsing in slight twitches against his fingers, the stillness was unsettling, but he wouldnt dare let go.

If only he could see the rose flush disappearing from your cheeks, the glimmer in your eyes fading to join the others amongst the stars, here you were, finally in his arms again, but he didn’t enjoy the feeling like he thought he would, here you were, reunited yet never having been able to say hello, never even being able to say goodbye. He wonders if he shouldn't have stopped to drink water from the stream he had passed, thinks about how he could have walked faster, not worried about a time limit he hadn’t even known existed, he ponders the possibilities from each and every second that had separated the two of you, every breath he took without you and every breath he’ll take longing for you now, wishing you’d be there to take it from him. Every step he took and every step he’ll be taking wishing you were at the end of it. 

He had been so sure he would see you soon, that you were still here because he could simply feel it, this time he felt it. He felt the connection being severed, and would spend the rest of his life holding on to his end of it. Would wonder for eternity what would happen if he'd only gotten here sooner.

[girls-alias]

Diner - Dean Winchester

Title: Diner - Dean Winchester Words: 1,622 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW:

Prompt:

Dean watching you work at your diner and he smiles every time you look at him.

I adjusted my hair in the mirror as my hair sat beneath my work cap. I smiled at my reflection before leaving the work bathroom. I work in a diner that was famous years ago for something mediocre but folks around here are sentimental and think that makes us famous forever. We're quite a big diner but it's all about the atmosphere and we have an abundance of that. Everyone is pleasant and good to work with, no one argues, and no one sexually harasses you but the best part about working at Dino's Diner is all the different people you meet going about their travels. 

Today seemed like any other day. I walked through the kitchen with a bright smile on my face. "Hey, guys," I called through to the kitchen staff who greeted me before continuing their conversation. I walked to the main computer and clocked in before tying my apron and greeting the manager. 

"You know the drill. You're on the left side," He informed me with a smile making me laugh. It's all routine. The same thing every day but I like the repetition. It's predictable. The day was going by, as usual, greeting, seating, serving and parting but the day was soon changed when my fellow waitress, Trish, approached me behind the bar with a wide smile. 

"What you smiling about?" I asked suspiciously looking her over. 

"You've caught someone's attention," She commented with a smirk. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, she chuckled as she gestured with her eyes over her tables. I gave them a glance over to see that I made eye contact with an extremely attractive man. He had a pen to his lips and instantly smiled. I smiled back to be polite and played it cool. Not that I was very good at that. I looked to Trish who smirked and pretended to do work while she stood beside me. "I've been trying to get his attention for hours and you walk in and have it in seconds." She commented making me roll my eyes. "You're hot and ignore it, why?" She added making me laugh.

"You only say that because you know me." I chuckled. Everyone always says I am a funny and reliable friend. I would drop anything for someone I love. 

"Well, that guy doesn't seem to think so," She mocked making me laugh. I shook my head and walked away. I kept myself busy by working but found myself wondering about the guy. I kept checking over. Sometimes he was copying something from a book, other times he was watching me but every time my eyes met his he did the most amazing smile. A smile I knew I wanted. I began thinking of who he might be. Copying from a book suggested a student but he didn't look like one. I stood behind the bar sorting out some cutlery pots when Trish hurried towards me. 

"I really need the bathroom can you take the bill to table 13?" She asked in a hurry practically just running past me. I didn't even have time to agree before she disappeared through the staff doors. I laughed and grabbed the bill for 13. The table was just behind the attractive man's table so went around him hoping to get a closer look. Yep, definitely the most handsome man I've ever seen. Table 13 gave me their payment and I waved them out of the door. As I was about to walk back to the bar I saw the man looking around, probably looking for me. I smiled. He doesn't know I'm behind him.

"Looking for something?" I asked walking into his line of sight. He didn't seem to get a fright but looked up at me with a wide smile. 

"Yeah, I'm looking for the courage to ask for your number," He replied, pretty smoothly I might add. I thought about it. I know for a fact he's going to leave here with it but better play a little hard to get. He has the kind of eyes that could get me naked in seconds but he's not allowed to know that. Well, not yet. 

"Hundreds of men come in here a day and some ask that same question, why should I say yes to you?" I asked with a smile. 

"Because I'm adorable," He commented pulling a face like I was blind making me laugh. 

"But if you know you're adorable then how do I know you're not the sleeping around kind of guy?" I asked with a soft smile. His smile grew at the challenge. 

"I guess you'll just have to take a chance," He replied softly. I smiled at his answer.

"I'm Y/N" I added putting my hand out for him to shake. 

"Dean," He shook my hand and smirked. I couldn't help but smile. I got my order pad out and wrote down my number and showed it to him. He went to grab it but I smirked as I pulled it away. 

"You have to earn it," I shrugged as I placed the paper in my back pocket and walked away with a smirk. Admittedly shaking my hips slightly as I walked and continued to work. Trish was just leaving the staff room when I made it to the bar. We exchanged a smile. 

"Table 13's tip," I explained as I handed her the change and walked away. I finished up sorting out the cutlery pots and found that Dean hadn't stopped smiling but whenever we made eye contact he smiled a kind of goofy and teeth-baring smile like he couldn't hold it back. I couldn't help but do the same. I tried not to make eye contact with him and as the night progressed I was getting better at stealing glances without him noticing. 

"See you later, Y/N," Trish called with her coat and bag on. Dean and Carl, A regular trucker, were the only ones left inside. 

"Oh, you finished?" I asked but it was obvious. I could feel Dean's eyes on me. 

"Yeah, Management's letting me go home early, you can hold the fort for half an hour?" She questioned making me smile. 

"Yeah, no problem. Have a good night, have some wine for me," I commented making her laugh. 

"I sure will, and talk to that guy," She replied making me laugh. "Night," She called back as she began to exit making sure to suggestively say goodbye to Dean. Dean's eyes never left mine as she walked by, Trish was disappointed so once she was behind him she pretended to have a tantrum making me laugh. Dean was curious as to what I was laughing at and so turned around. Trish stopped but he had caught her, she chuckled nervously before leaving making me laugh harder. I tried covering my laughter but struggled and it took a while for me to compose myself. I finished cleaning up all the tables before realising I had no other work to do so walked over and took a seat in front of Dean. He instantly put his pen down and gave me his full attention. 

"So, you've officially been here for 7 hours, I think it's a record," I commented making him chuckle. 

"What can I say? I like the atmosphere, the people, the view and the coffee," He replied making me laugh.  

"What are you writing?" I asked looking over the books in front of him. 

"A book... about monsters," He answered pessimistically. My eyebrows knitted together a little. "It's about a guy who has to hunt monsters and demons to keep a pretty waitress' like you alive," He added making me laugh. 

"Oh, yeah? What happens in the end?" I asked with a smile staring deep into his eyes. He chuckles. 

"Haven't written that part yet," He replied smoothly. I couldn't help but smile. I nodded slightly as I leaned forward pulling my number out of my pocket. Dean was smiling from ear to ear as I placed the paper on the table and slid it towards him. He looked at me like I had handed him billions of dollars. 

"You'll have to let me know how the book ends," I shrugged making him chuckle. He bit his lip as he nodded. "Don't lose it," I joked making him laugh. He picked the paper up and put it in his front pocket. 

"I wouldn't dream of it," He added making me smile a little wider. He seems goofy. The bell above the door grabbed my attention showing new customers. Two truckers would often come in. 

"Hey, guys, take a seat I'll be over in a minute," I instructed as I stood up and started tucking my chair in. "Since you have my number and your coffee mug is full can I get you anything else?" I asked sweetly, his smile never fading. 

"Don't suppose you have apple pie?" He asked sounding a little disheartened. 

"We do actually, it's just not on the menu," I replied making him smile but also look confused. 

"Any reason?" He asked. 

"Well, I make the apple pies from scratch and I can't make enough for the whole restaurant so it's reserved for the kind of regulars," I explained making his eyes widen. 

"You bake apple pies... You're marriage material," He commented making me laugh. 

"One apple pie coming up," I announced making him laugh again. 

"Ooh, make that three," A trucker added making me chuckle as I nodded and walked to the kitchen. I returned with their pies and as I placed Dean's in front of him he spoke. 

"Go out with me," He said sounding sheepishly dominant. I smiled and nodded. 

"I finish in 10 minutes," 

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 17th: Oct 17th: Tolkien | Ramble On - Led Zeppelin | Intelligent a/n: hospital setting, painkillers, post-canon fix-it, eddie & nancy friendship, steddie. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

today's prompt is a lost scene from day 6's prompt, crush:

Nancy figured it out when Eddie was in the hospital, still a little loopy from painkillers and who knows what else.  You were on another planet and couldn’t stop talking about his chest hair, Eddie.

Nancy Wheeler sits in the little white chair next to Eddie Munson’s hospital bed, the rhythmic beeping of his heart monitor the only noise keeping her company. Well, that, and the sound of her own voice, softly reading The Fellowship of the Ring while Eddie dozes. 

They’ve taken turns, the older teens and a few of the kids, oscillating back and forth between Max’s room and Eddie’s room to ensure no one is left alone for too long while Wayne and Susan are at work. Hospital bills aren’t cheap and while the government will most likely reimburse them for their troubles, right now, things are tight. 

It’s Nancy’s turn in Eddie’s room tonight, picking up where Wayne’s left off in Eddie’s favorite book. Worn and well-read, the book’s loose spine allows Nancy to let it rest on her thigh as she flips through the pages: 

“But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star, in Mordor where the shadows are," Nancy reads, glancing up when she sees Eddie begin to squirm. 

“Mordor,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring a bit from the painkillers. “You know, Led Zeppelin wrote a song with Mordor in it.” 

“Oh, did they?” She’s seen him like this a few times now, barely present but speaking in a stream of consciousness. Sometimes, it’s about Dungeons and Dragons. Sometimes, it’s about music, or books– his underappreciated intelligence shines through even the strongest of IV drugs. 

And sometimes, it’s about Steve. That one had been a surprise at first, but keeps all of his ramblings secret, unsure of what he’s telling the others. It’s best to simply indulge him, she’s learned. He never remembers anyways. 

“Mhm,” he cracks open one eye and grins before he starts to sing. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.”

Before she can respond, Eddie continues in his drug-addled haze. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met Steve. Sweet, sweet Steve. Steve and his chest hair. Ever notice how hairy he is?” 

Nancy shakes her head and purses her lips, bemused. “I did, yeah, I was there, remember?” 

“Nope,” Eddie says with a pop. “But I do remember that jungle he calls a chest.” 

She snorts back a laugh and tries to subtly hide it behind her hand. Eddie doesn't notice, simply stares through half-lidded eyes and falls back against the pillows. 

“But Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her-er, her-er,” he continues to sing and wax poetic. 

Eddie’s heart monitor begins to speed up. “Where is Steve, actually? Is he okay?” 

Nancy smiles, fond and knowing, and places a hand on top of his. “He’s fine, he’ll be here later.” 

Sometimes, Eddie forgets how much time has passed from that awful day in Forest Hills, that Steve’s healed up and visits three times a week. That sometimes, Steve visits outside of their established rotation, just because. She never begrudges having to remind him though. How could she when she gets to see the relief drip from his face when he hears again that Steve’s okay? 

Eddie lays back again, the measured beats of his heart monitor returning to a comfortable, predictable tempo. Nancy picks the book back up and continues to read until she sees the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the white sheets. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice whispers from the doorway. Nancy turns to see Steve standing there, leaning against the frame. “How’s he holdin’ up?” 

“Hey,” she smiles. “He was a little out of it earlier from the medication, but he’s been asleep for a few minutes now. I’ve just been reading to him, if you wanna pick up where I left off.” 

Nancy closes the book with the ribbon inside to hold the page and stands, clearing the chair for Steve. “He’s all yours.” 

As the steel door closes behind her, she hears Steve’s voice begin reading. 

‘Is there no escape then?’ said Frodo, looking round wildly. ‘If I move I shall be seen and hunted! If I stay, I shall draw them to me!’

Strider laid his hand on his shoulder. ‘There is still hope,’ he said. ‘You are not alone.’

[veenus777]

Can I request a Wilbur Soot where the reader and him have been dating for like 8/9 years and in one of tommys mod videos they just spend it on a cute Minecraft date, maybe they have a fake proposal where Wilbur gives reader a diamond and it’s really cute? Feel free to go anyway you want with this!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

-anon🦋

◜Minecraft Date◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Just Fluff and a little drama, SFW, Reader GN, English from Google translate

┊ ᝰ﹕Thank you very much for your order, it was my first and it made me very happy! I confess that I had to watch some of Tommy's videos to do it, I hope you like it <3

♤ Ever since you and Wilbur started dating a few years ago, you've made a tradition of every Friday being reserved for date nights and it's always worked out well.

♧ Until today when the restaurant called saying there was a problem with reservations which resulted in nowhere to go and that left you feeling discouraged.

♤ Tommy, knowing what happened, decides to invite them to participate in his weird Minecraft mods video.

♧ You end Wilbur up accepting and staying home for game night.

♤ Chaos is the definition of everything, Tommy running and screaming as he is being chased by some horror entity.

♧ While Philza just tries to build his house in peace while being continually hindered by Charlie.

♤ Somewhere between gathering resources and laughing at Tommy getting killed by Chucky, you get the brilliant idea to turn your date night into a Minecraft date.

♧ Wilbur immediately agrees and you look for a village to make your place and everything looks beautiful with rugs and flowers.

♤ However, the peace was short-lived, because as soon as Tommy and Cherlie found out about the idea, they made it their personal mission to destroy your date.

♧ You only turned around for three seconds before being blown to death by a TNT placed by Charlie.

♤ And a war began, on one side you and Wilbur trying to build your meeting and on the other Tommy and Charlie doing everything possible and impossible to ruin it.

♧ And in the middle we had Philza who simply gave up on all of you and went off on his own to create his own house.

♤ They exploded your venue a total of six times before you guys finally gave up and looked for another place for your date.

♧ However, it seemed that Tommy had predicted it since the choice of mod didn't help his goal at all, and every time you had any moment of peace and tranquility it ended with you both being chased by Jason or Frankenstein.

"We're that couple in horror movies that goes out to make out and ends up dying" Wilbur says as his character walks around looking for somewhere safe

"Wow, what a comforting babe" you respond ironically

♤ You decide to dig down to the badrock and build your place there, without the chance of being interrupted by your friends or any mob.

♧ Wilbur decorates the place with plants on the wall and a table in the middle, carpet and flowers everywhere.

♤ He gives you cooked meat and fish and you just sit and talk.

"I'm sorry we can't go on a real date"

"it's not your fault will, and anyway we're having our date now"

"Well but that doesn't stop me from giving you something precious and expensive" he jokes and throws some diamonds to you

"Ohh is that a propose?" You say laughing

"Yes Madam, would you like to spend the rest of your cubical life building houses and mining by my side? I promise you a huge house and all the diamonds in this game" he says in a pompous voice

"Wow it's impossible to deny it my good sir after all this is every person's dream" you respond in the same tone

♧ The conversation doesn't last long before Charlie invades the place.

"I can't believe my eyes! You betrayed me, Wilbur, with that!" Charlie arrives, hitting Will and making a big show of it. "And our children?! Our love was nothing to you?!”

♤ The fight lasted for a good few minutes resulting in the room being broken and everything being blown up, as well as one death for willbur.

♧ The recording didn't last any longer and soon Tommy finished it.

♤ And the rest of the night was just you and Will relaxing on the couch watching some cliché romantic comedy, without any kind of explosions or murderous chases.

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[ironstrange1991]

The Touch Of Your Hands

+18 Smut

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's cold and Stephen's hands are hurting and you decide to take care of them (and other things too)

Word Count: 4,4k

Warnings: Mentions of physical pain, SMUT: Strong hand kink, fingering, oral sex (with female receiving), masturbation (with female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: I've always had a fascination with men's hands and since Stephen's hands are such an important part of his story (and the fact that Benedict's hands are huge) it's kind of obvious that I would be obsessed with them. This story pretty much wrote itself and I intended it to be a fluffy fic, but as you'll see it took a totally different turn. Enjoy your reading ;)

You were reading your favorite book, sitting lazily on your bed, back propped up by a pile of pillows. It was cold, very cold. You were dressed in flannel pajamas, wearing fluffy socks and covered in a heavy blanket.

The fireplace was lit, outside you could hear the sound of the wind hitting the window. Weather forecasters had predicted a blizzard for that night and the next morning. Flights had been cancelled, schools had sent notes to parents that they would be closed the following day, local businesses would probably do the same.

You liked the winter, but the idea of ​​Stephen being out in the snow doing god knows what was absurd to you and made you feel guilty for being comfortable when you knew your man was out there in the cold.

You were distracted by your book until you started to feel sleep taking over you, your eyes closing by themselves, so you placed your book on the bedside table, turned off the lamp and surrendered to the tireness of the day.

You must have dozed off for only a few minutes because the sound of boots in the hallway was enough to wake you up. The door opened slowly and Stephen entered and closed it carefully so as not to make any noise. You were so comfortable that you didn't even move, you just expected him to go to you and give you a kiss, like he always did, but instead you heard him walking to the bathroom and the closet door creaking open.

You continued to listen carefully until the sound of something falling and crashing on the floor startled you. Stephen swore under his breath, but you could hear the irritation in his voice.

By then you had completely lost sleep, so you got up, wrapped yourself in your fluffy robe and walked over to him.

Stephen was still dressed in his robes, standing in front of the mirror, trying to clean some bruises from his face. Trying because his hands were shaking a lot more than usual.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you." He said with a heavy sigh.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "It's okay. Christ, you're freezing in these wet robes, Stephen."

He turned to look at you, his face was red from the cold, there were a few cuts on his cheekbones and forehead, no big deal. "I hate to ask, Y/n, but..."

"Yes I can help you undress. I already told you that you can call me when you need help, Stephen."

He nodded "I know, but you looked so comfortable that I didn't have the heart."

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Then you set about unbuckling all his belts. You freed him of the top of his robes and knelt down to remove his boots and finally free him of his pants as well.

"Thanks, sweetheart. My hands are terrible today. Probably from the cold. It's freezing outside."

"From what I've seen on TV, it's not going to get better anytime soon. At least we can stay in bed late." You gave him your best smile and then stepped away and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water was piping hot. "Take a hot shower, then I'll take care of your hands. They are hurting, right?"

He nodded shyly, quickly got rid of his boxers and stepped into the shower.

You got him a change of clean clothes and left them on the counter, then went about preparing a basin of hot water and lavender essence. You grabbed some clean towels and the bottle of lavender oil and took it to bed with you.

Stephen did not take long to return to the room. He looked gorgeous in his sweatshirt and pants, hair messed up, a few strands falling over his forehead.

"Come on, let me take care of you." You said patting the mattress.

He smirked and crawled under the blankets with you and you adjusted the pillows behind him "Lean on the pillows"

He did as you asked and you spread one of the towels on his lap over the blankets. "Put your hands here, palms facing up. Good."

You wet another towel in the hot water and wrung out the excess water and wrapped it around Stephen's hands as he let out a heavy sigh.

"Let's wait a minute for them to get really warm." You said touching his face. The cuts had been cleaned up, but you knew they must be hurting. "It always breaks my heart when you come home hurt."

He tried to smile reassuringly, but he couldn't even do that. You could see the weariness written on his face, his eyes heavy from all those sleepless nights.

 "You're not going to work tomorrow, okay?"

"Sweetheart, I need..."

You put two fingers on his lips "Shh you don't need anything. Nobody's going to work tomorrow because of the bad weather. I want you to enjoy the day to rest and get some sleep."

"I can't, Y/n..."

"I'm not asking, Stephen. Unless you want to pick a fight with me, you're going to do what I say."

He sighed heavily "I'll call Wong tomorrow morning."

You smile "Very well."

You kissed him gently and then took the towel from his hands and returned it to the basin. You took the bottle of lavender oil and dripped a few drops into his palm and then smoothed it very gently all over his hand. "Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

He nodded.

You turned his left hand over palm down and started massaging his fingers. Starting with the pinky, you pinched the tip of the finger firmly for a moment, then used firm, short strokes with your thumb, massaging up the finger towards the knuckle. Finally, squeezing it all over. You repeated the process on the other fingers and he let out a heavy exhale. "This feels amazing, sweetheart."

You smiled "Yeah?"

"Uh hm" He hummed leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You used your thumb to massage the back of his hand, placing the pad of your thumb between the pinky and ring finger, using medium pressure, sliding your thumb along the finger bone, up towards the wrist. You repeated the process working your way up along each finger bone taking some extra time in the place between his thumb and index finger, using circular motions.

"I love it when you take care of my hands like this. There's no one in the world I would let do that to me but you."

You smiled, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest at those words, but you continued with your work. You turned his hand over, and cradled it in both hands. Then began to massage the palm in small, circular movements using your thumbs, beginning in the middle of the palm, and working your way towards the sides, and then up towards his wrist. He let out a sweet noise. Something between a groan and a moan. His eyes were still closed, his breathing calm and relaxed.

"I love doing this for you. It's very intimate and it makes me feel good too."

You held Stephen's hand palm down, and interlaced your fingers with his to stretch the fingers apart. Grasping the whole hand in yours, and gently pushed back to stretch the wrist a bit. Slowly and carefully turned the wrist from right to left, and then left to right.

You finished the massage with a few more drops of lavender oil and proceeded to give several long strokes with your palm and fingers, beginning at the back of the wrist, and smoothing your hand down towards the fingers.

"One is finished." You kissed the back of his hand. "Now, give me the other hand."

He did as you asked and you restarted the whole process. Very slowly, taking your time, you worked on his fingers, his wrist, his palm, the back of his hand. You finished it off again with a kiss and when you dared look at him, he was looking intently at you, his blue eyes filled with love and affection.

You felt your face blushing at that look. "What is it?"

He smirked "I love you, Y/n. I love you so much, more than I ever thought I could love anyone. You are the most important thing to me in this world."

You grinned and threw yourself on top of him kissing him passionately. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly close to him.

You only broke the kiss to breathe and still you stayed glued to him, your forehead resting on his "I love you too, Stephen Strange. I love you more than anything."

He kissed you again, this time sweetly, his lips brushing against yours gently. You smiled and then moved away removing the towel from his lap.

"So, on a scale of 0 to 10, how much better is the pain in your hands now?"

"10. I'm not feeling any pain right now."

You smiled smugly "See? I know how to take care of my man."

You threatened to get up to take the basin and towels, but he moved his fingers making them disappear and grabbed you by the wrist pulling you on top of him. He arranged the blankets over your bodies. No matter how cold it was outside, it was so warm there under the covers with him. So comfortable.

"There's another way you can take care of me, now." He said with his most cocky smile.

You bit your bottom lip "And what way would that be?"

He moved both hands down to your ass moving them purposefully against his hard on. "Like this. Feel how hard I already am just from you taking care of my hands. I can't help it. It feels so good."

"Hum, I know. I feel the same way, I just didn't say it because I thought you might find it a bit weird."

He chuckled "What? That you have a hand kink? Not weird at all. And you don't need to say it, sweetheart, your eyes say everything for you."

You kissed him, biting his bottom lip to tease him. "And what do my eyes say, doctor?"

He kept one hand on your ass, but brought the other up to your face, cupping your cheek. His thumb forcing your lips open. "That you get horny looking at my hands, you like to admire them, touch them, but especially feel them on you."

"Hmm" You hummed opening your mouth for him and letting his thumb rest on your tongue. Spit gathering around it.

"You don't even try to deny it, do you sweetheart?"

You wrapped your lips around his finger and swallowed thickly, sucking his finger shamelessly as you began to move your hips on top of him, grinding back and forth on his bulge.

Stephen moaned and you felt his cock twitching beneath you. He took his hand from your ass and moved it in one quick gesture and instantly you were both naked. You lifted your hips enough for him to position his cock at your entrance and then lowered letting him penetrate you. You were wet from the moment you started massaging his hands, so he easily slid inside making you both moan loudly.

You started to move, riding him slowly, sensually. You weren't in a hurry, you wanted to enjoy your time with him, feel him inside you, stretching you. You were sure there was no better feeling in the world.

You took his hand that was on your face, taking his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, but proceeded to run your lips all over his palm, giving open mouth kisses and little bites to it, reveling in the feel of his hand on your face, in your mouth and on your tongue. Licking each of his fingers and then sucking on them and moaning shamelessly as you moved up and down, back and forth on his cock.

He moaned loud "That's right, sweetheart, use me. I'm all yours tonight."

You gave his palm one last kiss and then slid his hand to your breast, he grabbed it immediately, circling his thumb over your nipple, squeezing it. The other hand firmly on your hip.

"Feels so good, Stephen. You feel so good inside of me, stretching me just right. I love riding you, having you like this, underneath me. It’s so rare."

He moaned again and you felt his cock pulsing hard inside you "You know I need to be in control, sweetheart. It's how I like it. But tonight I'm too tired and I want you to keep taking care of me. You do it so well. So good to me. I'm so lucky."

You took his hand that was on your hip and brought it to your breast and held both of his hands there and started to move faster, letting yourself be carried away by the moment and feeling the pleasure building deep in your womb.

"If I could I would stay here with you forever. Just me and you, you inside me, your hands in me. God, Stephen, I love your hands."

He gave you a cocky smirk "I know. Tell me why you love them so much. What makes them so special?"

You bit your bottom lip to contain a loud moan and Stephen tsked. "Don't hold back, sweetheart. Let me hear you."

You moaned loudly feeling your pussy fluttering and you knew you couldn't take much more, you were so close and Stephen could feel it too.

"They're big. L-Long fingers." You replied closing your eyes and letting yourself be carried away by all the sensations.

"Yeah? What else? Tell me all about it. I want to hear it."

"R-Rough. They are rough. Feels good against my skin... Oh my god" You leaned against his chest increasing your pace. "Stephen I wanna cum."

He cupped your face and his hand was so warm against your skin, the light tremors were so peculiarly pleasing. You loved even that, even though you didn't have the courage to tell him.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at me. I want to look you in the eye when you cum."

You nodded obediently and looked directly into his eyes. "Tell me I can cum."

"You can cum, sweetheart. You were so good to me, you deserve it. Use me and cum all over my cock. I'm right after you."

You brushed your hair away from your face to one side and leaned forward just enough to cage Stephen's head between your arms, the new variation of the position providing delicious friction of your clit on his pubic bone and eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

Stephen bent his head up to kiss you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth insistently to sate a desire that never really went away, just grew stronger and stronger.

You kept moving your hips back and forth, Stephen's two hands found the flesh of your ass again and stayed there helping you move, allowing his cock to move in and out of you providing just the right amount of pleasure that you needed and the sound of it was so good. Wet, you were so impossibly wet and the squelching sound was obscenely erotic.

Your fingers threaded through his hair and your breath and moan merged into one as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you like a fire rushing through a forest, burning, consuming, ravaging.

"Don't hold back, sweetheart, give it to me."

You had your eyes locked on his and no words were needed, he could see it happening and he could definitely feel the way your pussy tightened around his cock and then enveloped him in warm fluid, proof of your pleasure. Your entire body convulsed on top of his, your mouth went agape, eyes full of tears of joy and contentment.

"That's it, sweetheart, you did so good to me. Cuming so hard on my cock, being such a good girl." Stephen cooed cupping your face and kissing your lips softly. He wiped a tear that ran down your face with his thumb and you gave him the most beautiful smile in the world. "I love you, Stephen. So much."

He held you tight and flipped you under him in one swift motion. Your head on the pillows, back on the mattress, his cock never left you and he was throbbing, demanding him to sate his desire for you, but Stephen wasn't in a hurry, neither of you were, not that night.

He leaned on one arm so as not to drop his body weight on you, the other hand he took to your thigh, positioning it firmly on his hip as you took the hint and intertwined both legs on his back allowing him to go even deeper and then he began to move, slowly, sensually, making love instead of fucking, although in Stephen's head it was hard to find the line that separated these two things.

For you, however, they were clear as day and you loved getting fucked by your man, but you loved it even more when he took his time with you, making love to you like you were the most fragile thing in the world under his rough hands.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly dissociating from the loving way he fucked you, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth much more vigorously and you knew there was a part of Stephen that would never relinquish control and being quite honest, you didn’t mind.

"S-Stephen, it feels so good..."

He bit your lower lip and took his lips to your chin, letting out an almost painful groan. "Fuck sweetheart, I want this to last, but I can't hold it, it feels too good and I'm so close..."

You smiled reassuringly holding his hand that was cupping your face. "It's okay, I already had mine. Cum for me, Stephen. Cum inside me, show me how much you love me."

The way Stephen's body obeyed your words would be pathetic if you two weren't fully aware of how much you loved each other. It was almost instantaneous. He let out a loud moan and buried his face in your neck as his entire body shook and ropes of warm cum painted your walls white.

God, you loved that feeling. Feeling the warmth of his seed buried deep inside you, hearing the sweet noises he made when he gave himself completely to his pleasure, the feel of his hands squeezing your flesh as if that was the only way he could stay on the earthly plane and knowing that you were responsible for having him that way. You could have that every night of your life and it still wouldn't be enough.

You could feel his cum oozing out of you and soiling the sheets and your pussy fluttered around his softened cock just by the thought of it. It was undeniable that you wanted more, but you knew Stephen was tired, otherwise he wouldn't have softened so quickly after cum, the man could take several rounds in one night.

He kissed you softly and then sighed heavily "I hate to leave you wanting more..."

You shushed him and went back to kissing him, your tongue entering his mouth, exploring, sucking on his tongue. He let out a satisfied hum and you took his hand that was on your face and directed it between you and he quickly took the hint and brought it to your clit and started playing with the swollen bud to which you let out a satisfied moan.

"Like this?" He asked with a smirk and you just nodded, leaning your head back and giving in to the feeling.

He pulled out, his lips trailing down your chin, lingering on your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly, then moving on to the other.

You arched your back letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure as his lips moved down your abdomen and finally reached its destination. He sucked on your clit gently and used two fingers to penetrate you, using his own cum as lube and making a lewd squelching noise while finger fucking you.

He fluttered his tongue on your clit, giving little cat licks on it and blowing gently on your sensitive bud making you see stars. Stephen knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

 "Oh my god, Stephen. You do it so well."

He replaced his tongue with his thumb, circling it around your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. He reached to kiss you softly and then replaced his mouth with his middle and index finger.

"Suck" He demanded and you gladly obeyed, nursing on his fingers like your life depended on it. "Good girl." He cooed.

Stephen curled his fingers to reach your g spot and found it with frightening ease. You moaned around his fingers and he began to mimic the movements of his fingers on your pussy in your mouth, fucking your mouth with them and watching intently as you fell apart with the act. "Give it to me. Show me how much you love these long fingers working on you, sweetheart."

You closed your eyes feeling another orgasm approaching as he tsked.

"Look at me, keep your eyes open for me."

You complied, your moans suppressed by Stephen's big fingers fucking your mouth, he increased the pace of his thumb on your clit and you started to move your hips against his hand, getting as much friction as possible.

Stephen grinned "Good girl, make yourself cum on my hand and suck nice and hard on my fingers, show me how much you love my hands."

And just as he instructed, you came hard in his hand. Your entire body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Stephen hummed satisfied, but only stopped working his fingers on you when he was sure you had finished. "Such a good girl. I'm so lucky to be able to come home after a day like I've had knowing that I have such a good girl waiting for me."

He took his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you sweetly "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You just nodded, the words seemed to have vanished from your mind, your body felt like jelly.

He smiled watching you for a second and then he knelt between your legs and moved his fingers and the basin and towels you used earlier reappeared on top of the bed. He moved his fingers again and one of the towels seemed to come to life, dipping into the basin and wringing itself out of excess water. He took it then and began to clean you gently, the feel of the warm towel was very welcome on your sensitive pussy.

"I'm the lucky one, Stephen." You said when he finished his work and got rid of the basin with another wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and you both got dressed again in your comfortable clothes.

He threw himself onto the pillows and pulled you into his arms pulling the blankets back over your bodies. You laid your head comfortably on his shoulder, your hand automatically reaching for his, lacing your fingers through his.

"How's the pain?" You asked and he sighed turning his face to place a kiss on your forehead.

"It’s hurting a bit now, but only because I forced them a little too hard."

You brought his hand to your lips and placed a small kiss on his palm to which he sighed contentedly.

You got distracted for a few minutes in silence, playing with his hand and when you dared to look at Stephen he was asleep. His face calm and relaxed, his breathing regular and steady. You smiled touching his face gently and feeling your chest fill with a love so big you didn't know how you could contain it inside.

Outside, the wind howled against the windows, but inside your shared bedroom the fire crackled keeping you warm and safe.

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[mattphobiia]

STREAMER.

i finally prepare the last touches before clicking start to begin my stream, sitting back into my chair as i watch the viewers increase as the minutes pass by and my chat begins to get active.

"hey chat! how are we all feeling today?" i say as i begin to set up my screen so all the viewers can see. i look over for a minute to see what everyone was talking about only to see my chat spamming that i was wearing "fresh love" which started to confuse me.

"guys, why are you bringing up my outfit?" i laugh awkwardly as i click at the mouse selecting the game folders. "my best friend got it for me so i don't know what you are all talking about."

"anyways, i've opened all my games so spam my chat with whatever you want to see me play!" i cough, trying to distract the viewers as they all begin to change the topic.

"for fucks sake, all i'm seeing in the chat are all the horror games." i sigh in annoyance. "do you all want me to have a heart attack?"

i hesitantly click to the most suggested when in the corner of my eye i see my chat spamming even crazier than before. i scan through the comments to see many people saying some guy called chris had joined.

"chat who is chris?" i ask curiously as i pause to look at my stream. "chris sturniolo?" i quickly got out your phone to search for his instagram when a verified user came up and turns out i was wearing his merch brand, fresh love.

"oh, damn. hes a big creator!" i gasp, looking through his account as i turn my phone to the stream. "well, hey chris if you're still here!"

i turn my attention back to the game as i engage properly while my heart raced with nerves until the sound effect of someone subscribing made me jump, along with a donation.

chrissturniolo subscribed!

chrissturniolo donated $100!

"holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me!" i scream, jolting backwards and nearly falling from my chair as i place my hand on my chest to feel my heart pounding. "thanks for the $100 and sub chris sturniolo."

i had been streaming for over two hours now, and this chris guy had been donating a couple hundred dollars numerous times just to talk to me directly and my chat was going absolutely crazy over him. i honestly didn't see the hype until i got the idea from someone in the chat to check out their youtube channel, and something about that sparked my interest.

"chat.... i have a surprise for you all!" i say excitedly. "ive seen many comments begging for me to react to the sturniolo's videos so... that's what i'll be doing for the next hour!"

a couple minutes before i searched up their channel, i received another donation from chris, but was that a surprise?

chrissturniolo donated $1,000!

"chris! holy shit dude!" i yell excitedly, nearly beginning to cry as i get up from my chair to get out of the camera frame. "i can't believe this... thank you so much!" i say while the tears of happiness slowly seeped from my eyes. i slowly sat back down as i wipe my eyes before looking at the chat, realising he had left a message underneath the previous donation and i read it out loud.

"thanks for the support, treat yourself princess- princess?!" my eyes widen as i lean closer to the screen, almost in denial. "damn chrissy, thanks!"

i click onto their channel as i select one of their most recent car videos, almost gasping for air once i saw what they actually look like.

"chat is it just me or is chris really attractive?" i question, slightly smirking predicting the reaction of everyone, knowing they would act feral. "oh, thanks for the $5 donation chris!"

chrissturniolo: 😳😳 whats the instagram???

i read out his comment as i pull up another tab to open instagram, showing off my secret account that not even my own supporters had as i continue to speak.

"this is the spam account, but i consider it my main since i don't actually use the other one. as you can tell, i definitely post myself in some... questionable clothing choices!"

immediately on screen, chris's notification popped up saying that he followed me, along with many others where he was liking my posts.

"well, the whole stream saw your notifications chrissy. anyways, back to reacting." i say, giggling to myself as i saw through my peripheral vision that the chat had began to speed up rapidly.

"well that was a fun time! i dont know why i havent watched them sooner, but ill be getting off now to rest. chris, ill talk to you later. bye everyone!" i finally say, giving a wink to the camera for chris as i end the stream, falling back into my chair as i let out a sigh.

well, that was a very unexpected surprise to my stream. my thoughts suddenly get interrupted when i notice chris had sent me a private message.

chris: hope you enjoy all that money i gave😉

you: i definitely will, you live in la/boston right?

chris: yesss, i live in la but usually go to boston to visit parents

you: thats cute

you: would you ever want to meet up?

chris: i'll do anything for a girl like you🥴

you: 🫣🫣🫣

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a/n : this is not proof read and i also started off in second person perspective (you,your,etc.) so im sorry if that is still there🥲 im also having a bit of writers block atm but im trying to write more! thank you for all the support tho:)

[galadrieljones]

Daryl's Arrows: Symbolism, Pt. 2 (Faded, Red, and "Always Accountable")

In my last post, I left off discussing Daryl's new crossbow and the green and white arrows that come with it. The green and white represent different aspects of Beth and her proximity to Daryl, her effect on Daryl, and Daryl's psychological connection to Beth, as it is communicated via the use of arrows that are green and white.

Moving forward, it's time to look at what happens to Daryl after "Coda," and how this affects and changes the color of his arrows. What happens after he loses her? The point of these posts, remember, isn't necessarily to pick apart the fact that Beth is alive. This, I believe to be a given. The point is to show how tptb use Daryl's arrows to continuously communicate her influence over Daryl, how it fluctuates and wanes. There is also a predictive factor at work. I will get there.

For the record, I also want to remind everyone that Daryl uses his new crossbow with exclusively green/white arrows (Beth arrows) for some of season 3, all of season 4 and most of season 5. Not coincidentally, this most closely mirrors his proximity to her. However, at this point, we will start to consider, not just the color of Daryl's arrows, but the number as well. Because after "Coda," Daryl's total number of Beth arrows slowly begins to decrease. That's what I'm going to talk about today.

Taking Count

When Daryl is with Beth at the funeral home, we get this very clear shot of him standing with his crossbow hanging across his chest. We can clearly count: four arrows in the quiver, plus one arrow in the rail. That is five total Beth arrows. This is at the height of his closeness to her, as they hold hands and mourn the death of Hershel.

When the walkers attack the funeral home, two things happen. The first is, Beth tosses Daryl his crossbow. When you brighten up the shot, you can see that three out of the four the arrows appear white. This is an early indication of Beth's angelic "protection." She tosses him his weapon.

Second, Daryl loses two of his Beth arrows. You can keep count. As Daryl is fighting the walkers, he shoots three arrows, and he recovers only one. At the end of "Alone," Daryl is now down to three Beth arrows. I wanted to go over this to show you that the writers are keeping track. Because in "Us," when Daryl is with the Claimers, we see him with only three arrows. Two in the quiver, one in the rabbit. It is consistent with what happened at the funeral home.

The reduced number of arrows communicates that Daryl is operating at a deficit. He has lost his physical proximity to Beth, but he hasn't yet lost his spiritual proximity to Beth. He doesn't replace the arrows for a long time, as if in a period of mourning. Daryl continues to carry only two Beth arrows in his quiver all the way up until episode 5.14 "Spend," at which point, he starts making new arrows in a new color.

"Spend," "Try," and "Conquer": Red (faded)

Daryl is not a central character in the episode "Spend." In fact, he plays no real role. In the very beginning of this episode, we see him leaving Alexandria with Aaron, on a scouting project. When he's seen driving away on his bike (because Daryl will simply not ride in cars), we can see that he now has four arrows in his quiver. He still has his two Beth arrows, but he now has added two new arrows, which are just like his Beth arrows, only instead of having green and white fletching with green nocks, they have red and white fletching with red nocks. They're sort of like "inverted" Beth arrows, the same design, but with faded red elements replacing the green.

We don't really get a good look at his new arrows though until the next episode, "Try." At this point, Daryl has two Beth arrows, and two "inverted" Beth arrows. In TWD, the colors green and red are often featured in thematic opposition to each other. Everyone has their slightly different interpretation for green/red and what they mean; however, they are all typically variations on a similar theme. To me, green and red are simple in their relationship to the stop light. Green means go, the way is clear. Red means stop, the way is blocked. On a related note, yellow indicates a liminal or transitional state. I will come back to yellow later.

When a character wears or interacts with the color green, this is a signal that they are on the right path, close to their humanity and their true purpose. When a character wears or interacts with the color red, this is a signal that they are on the wrong path, and dark times lie ahead. They are closer to monstrousness. They are losing touch with what it means to be human.

Red and green, when they are seen in the environment, can serve a similar purpose. Red is a warning. Go back. Do not proceed. Green is an indication that the way is clear, you are safe and on the right path.

Let's backtrack to this shift and how it affects Daryl and his arrows. "Spend," in case you've forgotten, is the episode in which Noah dies. Noah's death is a part of Glenn's arc, not Daryl's, and though Daryl didn't know him that well, in terms of the narrative, Noah, as the immediate beneficiary of Beth's sacrifice at Grady, still meant something. He was the last shred of evidence that Grady even happened. With Noah dead, and in such an ugly fashion, we can say goodbye to one more whisper of her lingering presence in the story.

The shade of red used for Daryl's "inverted" Beth arrows is faded. This is important, because it signals a transitional stage, and also because it parallels the color of Noah's sweater. Faded red and white. It's important to note that during the back half of season 5, Daryl is still trying to be the person that Beth thought he could be. He rebuffs Rick and Carol, and their plans to steal guns from the armory at Alexandria. Instead, he begins spending time with Aaron and Eric, and he takes Eric's place as a scout, helping Aaron look for new people to recruit into the ASZ. He bonds with Aaron who compliments him as being the "best judge of character" he's ever seen. Aaron appreciates Daryl for the same reasons that Beth did. He wants Daryl to try, because he knows that Daryl is a good person, and he knows that trying is what will make Daryl happy, in the end.

So, in the second half of "Try," that's exactly what Daryl is doing. He's trying. Daryl will try very hard for some time, to believe in the goodness of people, but ultimately, we do know that a great deal of damage has been done. She's gone. Without her, there is an absence, re: the arrows he lost back at the funeral home, which are still there. He'll never get them back. For a while, he did not replace them as a testament to the hole in his heart, but now, he must move forward. He must try. So, he replaces them. But they're not the same. He hasn't lost hope, not yet, but he has lost something he can’t get back, Beth Greene.

So why red? Daryl’s sense of loss is emphasized in "Try," when he and Aaron stumble upon a blond, female walker crucified on a tree, naked and torn apart. At the time, we don't know what the "W" stands for; however, I like to think of it as a big, red warning. Because that’s what red means: it’s a warning. Though the walker is of course, not Beth, and there are many theories for why Daryl might think it could be Beth, essentially what we have here is a corrupted, or inverted representation of Beth's memory, and her effect on Daryl, as it is threatened constantly to be corrupted and turned. This "threat" is, essentially, what I am associating here with the faded red/white arrows. As Daryl's arrows "trend" red, Daryl is in danger of losing his connection to Beth, to his faith in people, and, as a consequence, to his own humanity.

This trend continues through "Conquer," which is an important episode in which Daryl and Aaron are attempting to track down a mysterious man in a red poncho, another warning. But he proves elusive, and Aaron wants to give up. At the end of the sequence, while they're trapped inside the car, surrounded by walkers, Daryl, in a rare moment of extroversion and self-reflection, laughs to himself and marvels at the irony. He says that he came out here because he didn't like being cooped up back there, and yet, somehow, this "still feels more like [him]." Aaron says, "You were trying," to which Daryl responds, "I had to."

This moment, to me, reads as very important to his emotional close range to Beth, but it's subtextual, and it's ultimately unanswered. Why does he have to try? He has to try, because it's what she wanted him to do, back at the moonshine shack, and back at the funeral home. Believe in the goodness of people, and she is the one who changed his mind. Daryl is still trying to be the man she wanted him to be, or the man she knew he was, even after she's gone. He's doing all this for Beth. So when the haters and the losers out there try telling you that Daryl never cared about her that deeply, keep this in mind. Of course he did. He is ready to die in this scene, as a better man than he had previously thought possible, and through this sacrifice, he inspires Aaron's latent bravery to do the same, just as he once did for Beth.

It is of course no coincidence that it's Aaron who comes bearing "good news" at the end of "Them," the episode in which Daryl's grief manifests, as Aaron will go on to play a crucial role in Daryl's life over the next half season. Throughout 5b, Daryl struggles to fit into the new world without Beth. He is still trying to be the man he knows would impress her, but he is not safe. Daryl's nomadic tendencies, and his inherent pessimism about the nature of people, wrought by his years as a victim of abuse and neglect, means that he is constantly searching for an anchor to shore. Without a lifeboat, he is in danger. For some time, drifting along on the surface of her memory, Daryl will grasp for whatever shred of hope he can to stay afloat, and we can see this fragile, unsettled nature reflected symbolically in the faded, ephemeral quality of his arrows.

"Always Accountable": Continual Fading (of hope)

In 6.3 "Thank You," we see our next change in Daryl's quiver. There are now three green arrows and two red. This is, I believe, for emphasis. After finding Morgan and bringing him back to ASZ, and his time on the road with Aaron, Daryl is, I think, doing a little better. He is on his way to a "new start" toward a better, more "sustainable" tomorrow.

But then, there's a change, with episode 6.6 "Always Accountable." "Always Accountable" is a major TD episode. If you haven't watched it in a while, you should, and for lots of reasons. Today, we'll mostly focus on Daryl's characterization and his crossbow.

Let's start with a topic that Daryl knows well: loss. When Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham are attacked on the road by who we now know are the Saviors, Daryl takes a turn too close and skids off his bike. When he gets back up in a hurry to drive away, the camera very deliberately zooms in on the ground where he'd fallen, and there, we see clearly that he's lost two Beth arrows.

These must have been spares, as when we see him again on the road and in the woods, pushing his bike through a scorched hellscape, he still seems to have all three Beth arrows in his quiver. Why show us this? Why focus on the lost arrows?

First, because it's the same number of arrows that he loses in "Alone," signaling a callback to a previous and salient traumatizing experience, which will be reflected in other ways throughout the episode as well. Second, I believe they want us to focus on the arrows in this episode. We’re shown them up close several times throughout, and the crossbow itself is in a constant state of contention and fluctuating ownership. Finally, losing these arrows is a major symbolic foreshadow of what's to come in terms of Daryl's characterization. "Always Accountable" is a huge turning point for Daryl and his newfound faith in the goodness of people.

Another major bit of foreshadowing early in the episode is Daryl's injury. He's been shot, or he’s lost some blood in the fall. We don’t know the exact cause. It's not fatal, just a graze, but it's enough to fill his sleeve with blood and to really slow him down. He can barely handle the weight of the bike as he hauls it through the woods. This is the first time Daryl has been physically injured since his black-eye in "A," which occurred at a similar low point for Daryl, as Joe the Claimer fed a bit too much into his anti-social tendencies; however, even then, he was not this physically hurt.

Whenever Daryl is injured, that's important, because he's not injured that often. Not in any way that slows him down. In "AA," Daryl's injury is a signal that he may soon fall from grace, and out of Beth's spiritual protection, which I talked about in my last post per the presentation of white arrows as being angelic, and visually linked to Beth.

We're given one more close-up of the crossbow before Daryl goes off to find the sources of footsteps in the woods. You can see here how faded all of his remaining arrows have become. Even the green is faded now, which is a new development. The red looks merely brown.

The faded colors represent a gray area for Daryl, a liminal space, a transition. This symbolism is reflected in the environment as well, a burnt out purgatorial hellscape, in which he is being endlessly pursued. But a character can only exist in limbo for so long. Daryl will soon be presented with a series of choices, and how he proceeds will determine the way forward per his characterization.

Another very important symbolic moment for Daryl is this episode is the removal of his angel vest. He takes it off when he examines the gunshot wound. He proceeds through most of the episode without it. Unlike in "Consumed," Daryl is communicated as greatly exposed in this episode. He finds himself lost, hunted, and in constant danger. As Daryl is used to being the hunter, the entire situation sends his character out of balance.

When Daryl is confronted with Sherry and Tina, we do catch a reminder of Beth: three white arrows, right in a row. Of course these women will protect Daryl, in some way, going forward, and in this we are introduced to our earliest Beth proxies in TWD. Tina through her innocence and her many visual and character parallels to Beth, and Sherry as the wife and lover archetype, a more literal protector as, later on, she will free him from captivity at the Sanctuary. Sherry, a catalyst for changing Dwight, a Daryl proxy, down the line, a long-gone woman in trouble, and the object of a relentless, romantic search, is a very important proxy to consider when we think about Beth post-"Coda."

Moving on. After Daryl is dragged around in captivity for a while, as Dwight, Sherry, and Tina have mistaken him for a Savior, Tina collapses, and Daryl makes a break for it, stealing the duffle bag containing his crossbow and running off into the woods. While he's out there, Daryl then encounters a visually stunning walker, one overgrown with bright green mossy plants, standing out greatly against the hellish, burnt-out setting of Dwight's purgatorial woods.

After dispatching the walker, Daryl collapses to the ground. We then learn that the walker was not overgrown with the vines of just any plant, but the Cherokee Rose, a representation that goes back to Daryl's story about the Trail of Tears in the eponymous episode fro season 2, and how something beautiful can still grow from tragedy.

It's after this that Daryl discovers the cooler of insulin in the duffel bag. Daryl is then met with his first major choice. Run, or stay? With the Cherokee Rose there to guide him, he chooses to stay. He returns to Dwight, Sherry, and Tina with the insulin, even though he knows that, for some reason, they think he's their enemy, and he gives it back. This choice reflects Daryl's persistence toward faith in the goodness of people.

But the group is then almost immediately ambushed by the Saviors, who we don't ever really see but for specters and boots in the woods. Daryl helps Dwight, Sherry, and Tina escape. He even gives Dwight back his gun. This is another important decision, which communicates his inherent desire to trust that Dwight is a good person who has simply been caught up in bad circumstances.

After that, we get a great view of Daryl and his quiver, down to two faded Beth arrows, and two faded red arrows. Now, Daryl makes another choice. He chooses to invite them back with him, to Alexandria. This, once again, communicates that he has deemed them to be good people, which communicates, of course, that he still believes in good people. All of this is very important, because of what happens next.

At this point, they encounter the greenhouse, and the two little dead girls encased in glass. In a familiar gesture, Tina places yellow flowers over their grave, but the glass gives under her weight, and she dies. Tina's death is symbolic of Beth's as well as a spiritual death for Daryl. Why do innocent women continuously have to die?

This symbolic downward spiral quickly then manifests literally. After everything he did for them, Dwight and Sherry betray Daryl. They steal his crossbow and his motorcycle. Obviously guilt-ridden, Sherry tosses him a couple bandages and tells him to "patch himself up," all while pointing the gun at him, the same gun which Daryl had previously, consciously chosen to return. They then leave him in the woods.

This betrayal is about more than just stuff. It pulls the rug right out from under Daryl's feet, and what he thought was a formula for happiness, because it had truly been working so far--forgive people, see the good in people, and you will be met with forgiveness and goodness in return--turns out to be bullshit.

The shot of Daryl above with his hair obscuring his eyes is an important image, which signals a kind of messy lack of clarity for Daryl's character. He is not seeing things clearly. This will come back.

Another important visual point to consider here is the inverse parallelism between Dwight and Sherry and Daryl and Beth. Daryl is brunette, Beth is blond. Dwight is blond, Sherry is brunette. The inversion here is unique and related to the inverted color scheme of Daryl's arrows at this point in the story. We are thinking about how things could be, how they could have been, etc.

You can guess these casting choices were made deliberately with said parallels and inversions in mind as well, ie: We don't have a ton of other light blond male characters on the show, certainly not main characters, and none with such close symbolic connections to Daryl. Dwight and Sherry, in this moment, are an inverted, twisted version of Daryl and Beth.

"Always Accountable" is a devastating turn for Daryl's character. Beginning with this episode, he undergoes a dramatic descent. The "reboot" nature of this moment in "Always Accountable" can be summed up going forward by the loss of Daryl's *new* crossbow. He's empty-handed now, literally and figuratively, back to square one, with whatever progress he'd made toward becoming a more trusting, hopeful person, and the parallels that progress manifested in the journey of his arrows, threatening to be undone completely.

In these moments, Beth's presence is pushed way, way down, not because Daryl has forgotten her, but because he is hiding from her. Another reason he wears his hair in his face like a mask: he can't, in his subconscious mind, bear for her to see him this way.

Daryl is about to "go away" for a long time, and that will be reflected in his arrows. But do note that "AA" is not, itself, the acceleration point for his descent. It may be the tipping point, but Daryl still has choices after this. The actual accelerant is Denise, which I will discuss in my next post for this series.

In my next post, I will also discuss Beth's knife, as well as Daryl's incarceration and escape from the Sanctuary, his time at the Kingdom (re: “New Best Friends”), AOW, Carl’s death, Daryl’s continual struggles with Rick, and the bridge.

I’ll be back again soon! Thank you for bearing with me as I move my way through this series. There is a lot to cover as we make our way forward to the present.

[animatorweirdo]

When the dragons fly(book 2)

Three years have now passed. Your dear little brother had nearly learned everything, and you still wonder about your elven friend's true identity. But then, you see a troubling dream that reminds you of a certain fortune teller's prediction.

[] = High Valyrian

Chapter 13

Warnings: mentions of wars, coming battles, infections, injured throats, muteness, getting hit, Aelon getting struck hard, suspicions, nightmares, fire, burning, getting killed, and troubling predictions.

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Three years have passed. 

Galloping through the forest, Maedhros returned to the village with Aelon riding right behind him. The young teen rode upon a black and white horse borrowed from the village's stablemaster for his riding lessons, having grown tall enough to handle the reins and the stirrups on his own. 

"That was good, but you still leave yourself behind," Maedhros said as they came to a trot. 

"Learn to speed it up a bit. That way, you don't end up being left behind or get caught by your pursuers," he added.

Aelon shook his head. "Maybe you're just going too fast for me. How do you expect me to catch up with you when you ride faster than the wind?" he asked, making Maedhros chuckle. 

"Well, you need to learn how to ride as fast as the wind. You won't get anywhere if I continue going easy on you," Maedhros replied as they arrived at your house.

In a small training field that you had set up for Eweniel and Ramuel, who also wanted to learn how to shoot with a bow, you stood behind them as they aimed at the targets.

"And shoot," 

The two released their arrows. Ramuel's arrow hit a few rings beneath the dot, but Eweniel struck bullseye with hers. 

"Nice!" Eweniel grinned as it was her third time in a row hitting the center of the target. "Well done, Ewe. You're exceptionally talented at this," you praised, then glanced down at Ramuel. "Ramuel, aim a bit higher. The arrow will fly farther and won't fall to the ground at the last minute," you instructed. 

"Okay..." Ramuel said quietly. "Don't overthink it. It's only been a week since you started learning. You have time to master this," you reassured him, then noticed Maedhros and Aelon returning from their ride.

"This will be all for today," you said. 

"When will I get to learn how to wield a sword?" Eweniel asked as she and Ramuel went to pick up their arrows. "Once your parents get comfortable with the idea. Be happy that they allowed you to learn archery," you answered. 

"But I'm already so good shooting with the bow. You said it yourself," Eweniel said. "I did, but I can't go against your parent's wishes," you replied, making her groan. "Be patient. I'm certain they will eventually let you train with the sword soon enough," you tried to assure her. "But even Aelon has a real sword now. It will take ages before my parents will finally let me hold a sword," Eweniel pointed at the sword attached to Aelon's hip, a gift from Maedhros after learning all he could from him. 

"Oh, don't be like that. You still have time," Aelon said while petting his horse. 

You chuckled as Maedhros walked up to you, and Aelon left to return his horse to the stablemaster. Eweniel and Ramuel also left after cleaning up. 

"They have become more energetic. I wonder how long it will take before Eweniel decides to train herself to catch up with Aelon," you mused.

"Well, they can become more rebellious at this age, so it's not impossible," Maedhros remarked, then observed your village as people were busier than usual.

"There seems to be more unrest than usual," Maedhros stated. 

"Yes... it's about an upcoming battle. Some houses from other villages and people have been called to join a cause to fight Morgoth, or so I heard," you explained. "It was apparently some elven lord from the Noldor who made such a call," you added.

"And what do you think about it?" Maedhros asked. "It's a bit sudden, to be honest," you answered. "Morgoth and the Noldor had been quiet since the war of the sudden flames. To suddenly call to arms to fight after hearing someone steal a silmaril from Morgoth is a bit unexpected," you explained. 

"I certainly hope the lord behind this knows what he is doing and has enough knowledge to pull this off," you stated. 

"You do not think he might not be able to pull this off?" Maedhros asked. 

"If he manages to rally all the people of Beleriand to fight for his cause, then maybe he has a good chance. I don't know much about Morgoth and his stronghold in the north, but I do know that his power is great, and he might be hiding a few tricks up his sleeve," you said, looking at him. "Who knows what he has been doing inside his fortress for all these years," you added. "So rallying an attack like this, caution should be the best course of action."

"My father always told me that the worst enemy is the one you know less about," you stated.

"You're... not wrong, but I think Morgoth will fail this time," Maedhros said, quietly contemplating your words.

You observed him from the corner of your eye. He was quiet and seemingly lost in thought.

"Anyway... Nelyo," you said, gaining his attention. "There is going to be a celebration feast soon. We had a good harvest year, and because of the upcoming battle, we decided to hold it early. If you have time, would you be willing to join us?" you asked with a hopeful tone.

"I... I'll see what I can do," Maedhros answered. "Sorry, but I must get going now," he said, then left.

You watched as he climbed back on his horse and rode out of the village. Your mind was bothered by his strange behavior. He had started visiting less and seemed more restless than ever. You were also still wondering about his real identity. He has opened up a bit to you for the past years, but there was still so much mystery around him. 

"Hey, is something wrong? Did Nelyo already leave?" Aelon asked after returning from his walk to the stablemaster. 

"Nothing. Let's take a hike in the mountains. We need to check on the food storage and the younglings," you said and then walked into your house, trying to brush off the suspicions you had about your elven friend. 

At the mountains, Baleria was outside, feasting upon a deer she had caught for herself. Aegar and Viserya were eyeing her prey, even daring to sneak closer to try to have a bite, but the older dragon growled them away, slightly annoyed by their presence and constant attempt to steal her prey. 

You were standing in front of Smoke with Samuel, trying to teach the young dragon to breathe fire upon the dead rabbit on the ground. 

"[Dracarys]," You said as Smoke only croaked at you, confused by the word and why you would not allow him to eat the rabbit. 

"[Dracarys]," you said again. 

Smoke only crouched down, attempting to lean his head forward enough to snatch the rabbit. "Smoke..." you looked at him with a warning tone. His ears flattened against his head, and he stared at you with pleading eyes. "Don't even try it," you said sternly, causing him to hiss and pull back.

"You get to eat the rabbit. If you do the thing," you gently explained. 

"[Dracarys]," you said with a commanding tone. 

Smoke stared intently at the rabbit. Black smoke started to billow out of his nostrils, and his chest began to steam as he took in deep breaths, preparing to release his breath. 

You and Samuel watched as Smoke released a puff of smoke, then released a blast of scorching hot air onto the rabbit, burning off the fur and steaming the meat until it was piping hot.

Samuel clapped his hands with an excited smile as you finally allowed Smoke to eat the steaming rabbit. 

"He will finally be able to feed for himself from now on," you stated as Smoke swallowed the rabbit in one bite. 

“How long will it take for them to breathe real fire?” Samuel asked while petting Smoke. 

“Dragons should be able to breathe fire when they’re three months old, but since it took this long for those three to even learn how to produce hot air. There is a possibility that it will take many more years for them to learn, or they may never learn at all. I wonder if this is why they were abandoned in that nest,” you said thoughtfully. 

Smoke then tried to chirp, but it came out as a mix of groans and croaks, which was not a natural sound from a dragon. 

“Oh, Smoke,” Samuel said as the dragon looked embarrassed by the sound he produced. 

“(Name). Is there truly no medicine that could help Smoke to get his voice back?” Samuel questioned while comforting the dragon. “He sounds worse each day. At this rate, he is going to sound like a lizard toad,” he added. 

“I’m afraid so. That infection Smoke suffered last year left a nasty injury to his vocal cords,” you replied with a pitying look since it meant the young dragon would be unable to vocalize for the rest of his life. “I don’t think he would even be able to find himself a mate with that voice,” you added. 

“Well, he doesn’t have to worry about finding a mate. He could stay with me so he wouldn’t be lonely,” Samuel smiled. You smiled in return, touched by the idea.

The sounds of beating wings reached your ears, and then you saw Aelon flying with Falconer, riding upon the saddle you finished making last year. Falconer landed on the side of the cliff, roaring like a falcon as the metal straps on his chest jiggled. You carefully observed the straps of the saddle. Since Falconer had grown larger than a house over the years, there were some adjustments you needed to finish on the saddle, but so far, everything seemed to be working just fine.

"How is the saddle for you?" you called out to Aelon as he was still on Falconer's back. "It's great! It works pretty well! But some of the straps are making funny noises, and the saddle might be a bit loose," Aelon explained, moving around on his new saddle. 

"You get used to it in time. Maybe we only need to tighten up the girth," you said. "Well, whatever it is. I think I'm gonna go on another fly around the mountains if that's okay with you?" Aelon asked. 

"Go for it! Just stay out of sight!" you replied. 

Aelon grinned. "I will... [Fly Falconer]!" Falconer pushed down his wings, shrieking as he flew into the sky, away from the cave. 

You smiled briefly before your attention was drawn by distant thundering. Turning northward, you saw a black storm lingering above the Thangorodrim and the Iron Mountains. It was a concerning sight, accompanied by the distant sound of lightning. The increased wind only added to your unease, leaving you contemplating the implications of the upcoming battle.

A black storm was usually a bad omen. While a thunderstorm might have presented an opportunity for attack under normal circumstances, but there was something ominous about this storm.  You do not know why, but it felt like this storm had a will of its own or was following the will of another. 

Giggling then reached your ears, and you saw Samuel playing with Smoke. The sight warmed your heart as the two have bonded over the years. You had allowed Samuel to be a caretaker for the hatchlings, and the hatchlings had grown well under his care. They had grown larger than hunting dogs, which made it impossible to keep them in the house anymore, so they now lived in the mountains with Baleria and Falconer. 

"Hey, (Name). Could Smoke grow big as Baleria one day?" Samuel asked as the young dragon basked in the attention he was receiving. 

“Well, that one is possible,” you then grinned. “Why? Are you hoping you could ride Smoke one day?" you asked. 

"Maybe..." Samuel looked away, embarrassed. 

"Well, we just have to wait and see once Smoke has grown bigger," you smiled. 

"Now, come on. We need to tidy things up. It looks like it might rain soon," you stated. Samuel picked himself up and assisted you in cleaning up the stable. Together, you waited for Aelon to return from his flight, and then all three of you returned to the village.

After returning to the village, you and Aelon decided to have a quick training session with long sticks as you had started teaching him handling spears and long point end weapons. He had long learned how to handle a sword and two blades, the latter having been more challenging for him to learn. However, handling a spear seemed to come naturally to him.

"Alright, let's recall what we learned from our previous session," you said as Aelon was spinning the stick in his hand. 

"(Name), you seem a bit restless. Is everything alright?" Aelon questioned. 

"Everything is fine. Let's just focus on the session," you replied.

"It just seems like you're forcing yourself to be busy and all," Aelon prepared himself, holding the stick in a defensive position. 

"Just some minor things. Now focus, and show me what you have learned," you ordered, and then Aelon attacked, trying to poke you with the top of the stick. You stepped back, blocking his attempts. He then tried to strike you from the side and even went for your face. You quickly moved your head to the side, avoiding the stick and then grabbing it. With a swift motion, you struck your training sword against his stomach, causing him to groan and step back.

"That was good, but you need to be quicker than that," you stated as Aelon charged again. 

As you blocked Aelon's attempts to hit you, your mind was troubled by the impending battle and Maedhros's peculiar behavior. He started acting oddly ever since the day when Helena shared the news about the elven princess and the stolen silmaril. And he even acted odd today when you two talked about the incoming battle and the possibilities of pulling it off. It's like he is somewhat involved with it.

Even though he had opened up to you more about himself, being the eldest of his brothers and doing important work for his people, which he did not really clarify, like what kind of work. You still knew very little. You knew he was part of the Noldor, but there were still some things he had not shared. You had tried not to inquire too much about his life out of respect, but now, you wanted answers to your nagging suspicions. 

Deep in your thoughts, you failed to block one of Aelon's attacks. 

Aelon managed to hit you hard on the rib, making you snap back to reality and strike back in a reflex. 

You struck Aelon's weapon away before striking him in the legs, making him yelp and fall on his back with a harsh thud. 

Your mind finally realized what you did when you heard Aelon groan and saw him lying on the ground. 

"Ah... Aelon! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?!" you dropped your training sword and crouched down to him in worry. 

"Ow! I didn't know you could hit him that hard," Aelon sat up before looking at you. "You drifted off. I actually managed to hit you," he stated with a confused tone. 

"Yes... I did. My mind was elsewhere," you looked away in embarrassment. 

"Okay, (Name)! Sit down!" Aelon gently pulled you down, making you sit against the ground before looking at you deep in the eye. 

"What is going on with you? You should always keep a sharp focus during a fight," he questioned, then waited for your answer.  

You exhaled, relaxing your shoulders, deciding to tell what had been weighing on your mind.

"You're right..." You started. "It's about Nelyo. I... think he's not telling us everything," you added. 

Aelon stared at you curiously. "What do you mean? He's been our friend for three years now?" he questioned. 

"I know, I know, but— like he doesn't know about our dragons. We don't know much about him," you explained. "We know he lives among the Noldor, but we do not know exactly where. We know he has brothers, but we do not know their names or the names of his parents, and we know that he does important work, which makes him quite busy, but he hasn't told us what kind of work it is," you listed while Aelon listened, nodding his head as he began to think about it himself. 

"Do you see where I'm going with this?" you asked. 

"Yeah. Now that you told me," Aelon nodded with a questioning look, thinking the same as you. 

"And upon our second meeting. I noticed how Nelyo seemed hesitant to tell us his name, so there might be a chance Nelyo might not be his real name," you stated. "Or it could be since the elves could have more than one name, but it's a name we wouldn't recognize him as," you quickly explained. 

"Okay... but why would he hide things from us?" Aelon asked.

"Perhaps for the same reason as how we keep our dragons a secret," you answered thoughtfully. 

"For all we know, he could be an elven lord or even a prince," you said. 

"What makes you think he could be a prince?" Aelon asked. 

"Quite a lot of things, actually. Usually, those from a noble ground go on hunts in a large hunting party. And the way he talks and holds himself, and let’s not forget that he also gave you a generous gift, which would have been expensive for us, which means he’s quite wealthy," you listened and mentioned Aelon's sword, which he had named Dragon Tooth. 

"That makes sense..." Aelon nodded to himself before turning his gaze on you. "We need to ask Nelyo if he is a prince or something!" he stated. 

"Well, we just have to wait for his next visit. Now, let's get back to the session. We're losing precious sunlight," you stood up. Aelon whined before standing up to continue the sparring lesson with you. 

Smoke surrounded you, blurring your vision, and heavy coughs escaped as you unintentionally inhaled it. Quickly crouching down, you covered your face and mouth with your arm, trying to see through the haze.

Confusion overwhelmed you as you surveyed the smoke-filled house. Why was it smoking all of a sudden? Was there a fire?

Your ears then heard something heavy breaking above you. Looking up, you were startled to see a burning wooden beam falling toward you. Reacting quickly, you dropped back as the beam crashed before you, scattering embers everywhere. Instinctively, you covered yourself to avoid getting hit in the eyes, then realized with horror that it was your house that was burning around you.

"Aelon!" you called out but couldn't hear anything except the burning wood around you. 

"Over here!" you heard Aelon call out from the outside. 

Dashing quickly toward the doorway, you made it outside just in time before your house collapsed, burning in flames.

You coughed out the smoke from your lungs, then paled when you witnessed the chaos around you. 

The whole village was on fire. All the people were screaming as they were getting chased and killed by the orcs. 

"Mom! Dad!" you heard Eweniel cry out, and saw her house collapse in flames. The young girl stood outside, sobbing as she watched her home burn. Her parents were nowhere in sight, leading you to fear they were trapped inside the burning house.

You then heard a woman's scream and saw the twins' mother holding Samuel in her arms, crying as there was a black arrow sticking out of his chest. Her husband and Ramuel were tugging her to run away with them. 

"(Name)! Don't just stand there! Run!" Helena yelled before she was then attacked and mauled by a warg. 

You were horrified by the sight and found yourself unable to move. 

A loud, ear-piercing roar ripped through the sky. You winced in pain before seeing the peaks of Thangorodrim and a large shadow standing over them. 

It was massive, and when it spread its wings, you beheld an enormous black dragon towering over the mountains. Its eyes gleamed red as blood, and its chest glowed with the intensity that it looked like it was leaking lava.

The dragon laid its red eyes upon you, and before you even knew it, the beast unleashed a torrent of fire upon you and the world around you.

You yelled in fright as you woke up on your bed. You felt your heart pound against your chest, and you subconsciously started checking yourself for burns. 

You then heard something running behind your walls before someone opened the door to your room. 

"(Name)! I heard you scream. Is everything alright?" Aelon asked worriedly, standing at the door. You breathed in and calmed yourself. "I'm alright," you sighed, then looked at him with a questioning frown. "But why are you up so late?" you asked. 

"I had a bad dream. I couldn't sleep after that, so I went to get some water," Aelon explained.

“It was awful. Everything was on fire," Aelon said. 

You looked at him as he started describing his dream.

"Our house and the whole village were on fire. Eweniel was standing alone in front of her house as it burned down. Someone had shot Samuel, and then I saw the mountains," he described, making your eyes widen. 

"The three big ones, the I saw an enormous.." Aelon continued.

"Dragon," you finished for him. Aelon looked at you as you rubbed your brows. "I saw it too..." you uttered. 

"What could it possibly mean?" Aelon asked. 

"Hopefully, nothing," you answered. 

"But I've seen a prophetic dream before. The one before Amdirvelui kidnapped me, remember?" Aelon sat at the edge of your bed. 

"What if this is a prophetic dream too since we both saw it?" he asked, making you think of the possibility. 

"If it is, then we might face something terrible in the future," you said. "But let's not think about it. We can never be sure," you added with an apprehensive tone. 

"I once saw Falconer appear in my dream, trying to rescue me. And he did come when I was being kidnapped," Aelon said. "This dream felt too real just to be a dream," he stated.

You remained quiet. The dream felt too real for you as well. Your mind was still bothered by the sight of the smoke, fire, and death. They reminded you too much of your time as a commander and the things you did. 

You released a deep sigh. 

"Try to go back to sleep. Let's think about it tomorrow," you laid back on your bed. 

"Okay..." Aelon uttered, stepping away from your bed. "Goodnight," he said as he walked out of your room. "Goodnight," you mumbled as he closed the door, and you heard him return to his room. 

Your mind returned to the dream, replaying the horrid scenario again and again. 

You didn't want to think about it, but you had an awful feeling that the dream might be linked to the upcoming battle against Morgoth, especially if it was the aftermath and Morgoth freed his terror all over the world. The scenario would fit all too well. 

Then, The woman's prediction came to mind—the one where all the birds flee forever south, and the blue banner of the king is set ablaze.

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, pushing the troubling thoughts away and attempting to find sleep before sunrise.

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Horror Movie-Neil Lewis

cw : ! perv!neil, kinda dumb-reader, non-con/dub-con, stepbrother!neil, cheating ?, sitting on lap

summary: your mom was freshly married and going on honeymoon vacation leaving you alone with your weird stepbrother Neil

„bye kids have fun !” your mom shouts happily while leaving with your stepdad. 

your moms out the house and your left alone with your weird geek of a stepbrother

neil lewis

„great” you sigh as you turn around. „so you got any plans for today ?” neil asks you, „no what about you ?” 

„neither, but i have an idea waht we can do lets watch a horror movie.“ 

„uh yeah sure“ you respond kinda unsure. 

„you sure your not gonna be scared kid ?“ Neil asks raising a brow at you.

„no pff i’ll be fine“, „ok, you know what lets make a bet.“ Neil says „a bet ?“ 

„yeah, i bet your not gonna be able to handle it“. „oh ok, i bet your gonna be more scared than me” 

„ok and if you or me wins we get to decide our reward.” you suggest already thinking about making him do your chores 

„hmm, so i get to decide whatever kind of reward i want ?” Neil asks. „yeah”

Neil grinned already imagining his options — if he won, he could make you aka his cute step sister  do basically anything he wanted.

you hopped on the sofa while neil inserted the dvd.

A couple minutes in and your already regretting it, the horror movie was wayy scarier than you imagined and also way bloodier.

Neil smirked sensing your discomfort. 

15 minutes later and you couldn’t handle it anymore, at a particularly scary jumpscare you jumped on Neil burying your face in his chest. 

„ey, you ok doll ?” „mhmm, just scared” you whispered having completely forgotten about the bet now.

„it’s okay,just stay close to me i’ll protect ya” Neil said while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pressing you even closer against him. 

truthfully neil liked this he liked feeling like he was protecting you…almost like he was your boyfriend.

„your cute when your all scared like this” neil teased you. „shut up” you mumble.

"Were you that scared you needed to press your face in my chest ?" he continued teasing. 

you simply nod shyly.

"Aww, did the scary movie get you all scared?" Neil teased, his tone dripping with mock sympathy as he spoke.

He was starting to enjoy this... a lot. The idea of his stepsister being so scared that she needed to cling to him felt... intoxicating.

"You know," he added, his tone now even more teasing. "You'd look even cuter if you pressed your face into my chest again during the next jump scare, you know that?"

and almost like he predicted, the next jump-scare had you hiding away again and pressing yourself against him again.

neil smirked as you pressed your face into his chest again. Yes... that was a cute reaction.

Neil was really starting to feel powerful here.

He had you right where he wanted you — scared, nervous, and clinging to him for comfort.

He couldn't help but think about how he could use this situation to his advantage.

"Oh my, so scared," he teased.

"You gotta get all close to me like that? Poor, scared stepsister..."

Neil smiled playfully, looking down at you.

"So scared, you gotta hide yourself from the big, scary movie?" he asked, still trying to make his voice sound playful. 

„n-neil stop making fun of me” you pout while looking at him with big eyes.

"What? I'm not making fun of you," Neil said playfully.

He was tempted to lean in closer, but Instead, he just kept talking.

"It's adorable, really," he added, his tone still playful.

"You see a scary movie and immediately have to hide behind your stepbrother," he added.

"It's pretty cute."

"You're like a little kid," Neil continued teasingly.

"Aww, you're so innocent and scared. Don't worry, I'm here."

He smirked to himself. The idea that you were clinging to him for protection was a turning him on.

"I'll keep protecting you and making sure you're safe, okay? You don't need to freak out anymore."

„o-ok”

„you know what how about you stay close to me for the rest of the movje hm ?” neil suggested, while rubbing your arm up and down.

„ok that makes sense” you reply with a shaky voice. 

„mhmm be a good girl for me” 

The film was coming to its climax, the most intense part, and you were looking pretty miserable. your whole body was shaking now.

One particularly gruesome, bloody scene came up, and you started trembling even more.

"Still doing alright?" Neil asked casually, leaning in even closer to you. He couldn't help but savor this moment a little bit.

„You're handling this movie really well, considering how scared you were at the beginning," he added, grinning playfully.

„you're doing so good," Neil said playfully, his tone dripping with condescending mock sympathy.

He was enjoying watching you struggle.

"You're so brave for handling all this violence and gore!" he teased mockingly.

Neil could tell you were almost at your limit you were starting to shake even harder so close to just throwing your whole face directly into his chest — which, of course, was his plan all along.

you wanted to do it. you wanted to bury your face in his chest, to feel protected.

you were this close to snapping, and Neil was gonna keep this up for as long as humanly possible.

"Oh, you're so fearless!" he mocked.

you kept pressing youd body against his, getting closer and closer to him,desperate for comfort.

Neil started to wonder if you were consciously aware of what you were doing. Or if it was just an automatic response out of fear.

The ending of the movie was approaching quickly now. The last few minutes of the movie consisted of a pretty intense and bloody shootout.

you were clinging tightly to him you breathing getting quicker and shorter now.

Neils hands had moved down to your hips, just to make sure you stayed in place. He didn't want to give you an opportunity to move away from him in the last minutes. 

„neil ?” you asked, truthfully feeling scared and uncomfortable now.

"Hmm?"

Neil was caught off guard by your voice.

He kept his demeanor casual, though. He didn't want to let you know how intense he felt in this situation.

"You okay?" he finally asked.

„no…uhm…can i call my boyfriend over ?”

Neil felt his mood change in an instant when he heard that.

"Your... boyfriend?"

He'd expected you to come up with an excuse to leave, but he hadn't predicted that one.

„yeah…”

"No. You can't."

Neil's voice shifted from playful to serious, and his expression was cold now.

"You're not doing that right now," he added.

„oh uhm…ok” 

„You're staying here with me. Got it?" he asked sternly.

"This whole thing was your idea before, remember? You suggested watching a scary movie with me."

Neil was starting to sound more condescending now as he continued his stern tone.

"So you're stuck here. With me. You don't get to go anywhere."

„o-ok” 

Neil paused for a moment, thinking about what to say next.

He could still feel the heat of your body pressed up against him.

He didn't want to let that go just yet.

"Good girl," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.

"This is just how I thought it'd go down, anyways. You're scared, you need someone to comfort you. That someone isn't your 'boyfriend.' It's me."

„-your stepbrother” 

"And I have to protect you from all the scary things in this movie. Even if... even if that means I have to hold you close to me," he added.

you nodded silently.

"Good girl. That's right. You're my good little stepsister, and you need your stepbrother to keep you safe."

Neil smiled to himself as he spoke. This situation was turning out pretty perfect for him.

you were so scared you were pressing right up against him.

"Now stay right next to me," he continued.

He kept a tight hold of you hips.

"I'm gonna have to keep holding you, just in case something scary happens and you start freaking out again," he added.

Neil kept eyeing you the whole time. Every time he glanced down at you, he made sure to keep his grip on your hips even tighter.

He could tell you felt it, too...

you could feel him pressing into you, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

Neil could tell that you were starting to feel self-conscious now. Starting to realize what was going on, what he was doing.

He was enjoying it.

„n-neil” you whisper

"What?"

Neil turned to look at you, his tone still stern.

He held gripped your hips even tighter.

„i dont think this is appropriate” 

"Oh? Is that so?"

Neil turned his gaze completely onto you. He could tell you were getting uncomfortable now, which was exactly what he wanted.

He wanted you uncomfortable and powerless.

"Would you like me to let you go?" he asked, his tone becoming even more condescending.

„…yes” you try to move away but are quickly stopped

"Aww, are you trying to move away?"

Neil tightened his grip even further, pulling you back towards him.

"You're not going anywhere," he added.

Neil could tell you were starting to get frustrated now. clearly not liking the situation you were in.

But it just made the situation all the more fun for Neil. He liked knowing that he was making you uncomfortable.

"You're stuck here with me" he continued. "There's nothing you can do about it. I'm not letting you go."

"Just relax. Everything is fine," he added smugly

Neil couldn't help but grin — this was going so well for him.

you were stuck against him, and couldn't get away.

„uhm…neil..when is the movie going to..end ?” 

"Just a few more minutes. Don't worry, it'll be over very soon," he continued.

"Until then, though... you're staying right here with me. No moving away. No calling your boyfriend either. Understood?"

„ok..” you mutter quietly.

"Good girl. Now be a good stepsis and relax. Stop panicking so much. This movie isn't even that bad."

Neil swiftly lifted you on to his lap wanting you even..closer.

„you know you’re really cute when your scared” he added rubbing over your back ,soothingly’. 

"Oh, you're trembling like a little baby now? What's wrong? You're scared of movie violence, too? It's not even real — it's like you're 5 years old or something."

Neil's tone was slowly starting to get more condescending as he continues to harass you in this situation.

„neil i want to call my boyfriend dont wanna watch no more” you try to say sternly but end up with a shaky voice. 

"No. You're not calling your boyfriend."

Neil's tone was still patronizing and condescending.

He knew what he was doing was pretty messed up, but he didn't really care.

"You're staying here with me."

„you know i still get my reward since i technically won the bet.”

„i guess so…”

„what would you want as a…reward ?”

„hmm, what would i want…” he asked himself

„something physical perhaps” „yeah” he continued talking to himself…

„i want a kiss…” 

oh oh poor you little cute scared stepsister…

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A New Start - Dean Winchester

Title: A New Start - Dean Winchester

Words: 1,216

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: fluff.

Prompt:

Dean leaving hunting just so he can be with you.

I sat in the library, book in hand as I read the book to escape the real world. I love reading and today was no different. I was in the library multiple times every week, all the librarians knew my name and they even offered me a job interview. I think I'm going to attend. I love the library so much that to pass up the opportunity would be foolish. Today seemed like any other but proven to be quite different as I read on. 

"Excuse me," a deep voice called to me. I looked up to see a stranger, a complete and handsome stranger. 

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked closing my book with my finger in place so I didn't lose my page.

"Hi, I was just wondering if you knew if they had any books on creature mythology," he asked making me chuckle. 

"Have you asked the librarians?" I asked and he shook his head. 

"They all seemed busy," he commented, I looked over to the desk to see 2 librarians chatting and another reading at the side. I chuckled before standing up. I put my bookmark in place and led the way. 

"Here are some books on mythology and he's a book dedicated to Wendigo, it's quite an interesting read," I explained and he smiled brightly. 

"Thanks, you like mythical creatures?" He asked and I smiled. 

"I find them interesting, I don't know if I think they're real but it's quite fascinating," I explained and he smiled brightly. "Are you writing a paper on them?" I asked but he shook his head. 

"I'm not the college student type," he explained so I nodded. 

"Well, I hope you find what you're looking for," I walked away with a smile. I went back to my seat and continued reading. I found myself looking around slightly to see if he was anywhere close but I hadn't spotted him. After a while, I lost hope that he was still here. A few hours passed and I packed up my things. I started approaching the door when Cara, a librarian, called me over. I approached with a wide smile, she smirked like she had a secret. 

"A man left you his number," she explained making my cheeks go red. 

"What book did he check out?" I asked hoping it was the guy I helped find the books he was looking for. She started tapping on her computer. 

"He checked out with the name of Dean and he got a book on Wendigo's and another on sirens," I smirked knowing it was him. She handed me a small piece of paper. 

"He was extremely handsome so if you don't call him I will," she joked making me laugh. 

"Thanks, I'll probably see you tomorrow," I announced with a quick goodbye to the other librarians. I walked out with a wide smile. I can't believe he left me his number. I started walking down the street and went to my local diner. I took my usual seat in the corner and the waitress instantly brought me a tea with the right amount of sugar on the side. I'm becoming too predictable.

"The usual?" She asked making me chuckle. 

"Yes please," I added as I opened my book. As I pulled it out the piece of paper with Dean's number on it fell out of my bag. I decided to pull my phone out and enter the number. Rather than calling him I texted.

Me: Hey, is this the guy from the library? (He replied almost instantly.) Dean: I'm Dean. I didn't want to disturb your reading again so I hope you don't mind that I left my number. Me: of course not. I'm Y/N. Dean: pretty name.

We started texting a little and every time I send a message I heard a slight buzz. I looked around and spotted a man with his back turned to me.

Me: by any chance are you in the diner? Dean: yeah, how'd you know? Me: I can hear your phone buzz.

I looked over to see him smiling at me. He called the waitress over before standing, grabbing his brown leather jacket from the back of his chair and approaching me. 

"Hey, mind if I sit with you?" He asked with a beautiful smile. 

"Go ahead," I added and smiled as he took a seat opposite me. 

We started chatting and getting to know each other before our food arrived. We had the same cheeseburger and chips so he explained that he liked that I wasn't the type to just eat a salad. I couldn't help but giggle. As we ate we started talking about the book I recommended and ended up talking for hours about all kinds of things. He seemed pretty open and I learnt a lot about him. He had a brother who passed away recently who was a book worm, he had no other family except a man called Bobby who was pretty much his father figure, he was staying in a motel, he loves the town and is considering staying even though he's usually on the road. 

"Do they do apple pie here?" He asked as he looked over the menu. 

"No, there's only three places to get apple pie around here," I explained and he looked at me expectantly. "The market but it's not fresh, my neighbour makes the best pies in the world and I know her recipe." Dean suddenly looked excited. 

"Apple pie is my kryptonite," he chuckled making me laugh. 

"My kryptonite is ice cream, if anyone gives me ice cream I'm like a stray dog, I will follow them home," I joked making him laugh. The waitress brought over our separate bills and explained they were closing in 10 minutes. Is it 10 o'clock already?! Time flies. We packed up our things and walked to the counter where we paid our bills. We walked out and turned to each other. "I should start heading home," I explained and he nodded with a slightly sad smile. "I can drive you if you like? My car is just here," he explained making me smile. 

"I would love that," I added and he smiled brightly.

I woke up with a wide smile as I saw Dean shaking me awake. 

"Good morning beautiful," he chirped making me smile wider as I stretched. "Good morning, baby," he added as he kissed my stomach. He does it every morning and every time it makes me excited for his birth. He kissed my lips with so much love and I melted into his lips. 

"Can't we just stay in bed?" I asked making him chuckle. 

"How about we make some breakfast, go to the store and have a movie night?" He asked making me smile excitedly. 

"A thousand times yes," I commented making him chuckle. 

"Happy anniversary," he added as he kissed me.

"Happy anniversary, baby," I replied in between kisses.

The baby boy was placed on my chest as I recovered from the pain of labour. Dean stood close trying to get a good look.

"Hi, Sammy Stitch Winchester," I commented and Dean smiled at me brightly. He looked just about ready to cry. This is my life right here in this room and I love it!

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OMG CHOCO EVENT HAS ARRIVED I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS i remember i used to gush a lot on last year's event with the responses kajskdk bless you raven! This year i was thinking of wanting to give a wholesome honmei choco for Jade but i also feel like i want to chuck mushrooms covered in choco directly on his face just to see his reaction ya know 😔 payback for all the attrocities he has committed

zhkaebjwndkd I’m excited that you’re excited 😆 I hope that you find this year’s Sweet on You interactions just as fun as the previous ones!

… Anyway, I decided to go with chucking choco at J word 😌

Sweet on You.

You could have prepared a perfectly ordinary present for him. Some chocolates, maybe mushrooms, and a flustered declaration of love. Yes, you could have—but where was the fun in that?

It was too easy, too predictable. Too wholesome.

This year, you had made plans to have no plan whatsoever. No stores, no recipes, no muss and no fuss.

On the morning of, you had risen, plucked suspicious mushrooms growing on the back of Ramshackle’s moldy porch, scrubbed them down, then dunked them in a chocolate bath. Once the chocolate had cooled into a thin, durable shell, you had tossed them into a heart-shaped box (praying that they looked presentable) before shuffling off to Octavinelle.

Kneeling behind a couch in the lounge, you patiently waited for Jade’s familiar footsteps to approach. It wasn’t long before they did—tmp, tmp, tmp, each stride matching your heartbeats, almost as though he could sense you near and was purposefully matching you.

Now, while you still have the element of surprise.

You launched out from your hiding place with a war cry, chucking the mushrooms at his face. It was a direct hit, smacking him right in the nose, then sliding down to land in his gloved hands. You had thrown the box with such force that they had left a heart imprint on his handsome face—as though he were a new inductee into Heartslabyul.

Jade blinked.

The look of surprise was very slight on him, his lips setting in a neutral line. But his eyes were what struck true fear into you. The olive and gold irises had been drained dry of their light—but, thankfully, it was quickly returned.

“Oya, I see that we have an unannounced guest paying us a visit today,” Jade remarked in a morbidly even tone. He held out the box of mushrooms to you, paired with a polite smile. “I believe you’ve dropped this.”

You held up a hand to stop him. “Nope, it’s yours! Consider it payback for all the atrocities you’ve committed.”

Jade’s brows furrowed slightly, feigning confusion and concern. “My, whatever could have caused such an unfounded belief to fester in your head? I am nothing if not a humble aide to my peers. To think that I would be deemed a villain for striving to live up to the Sea Witch’s legacy of benevolence… shikushiku…”

He wiped away invisible tears, his expression sagging from sadness.

So that’s the game he wants to play, huh?

You eyed him warily. Jade caught your gaze and grinned knowingly.

“In spite of these baseless accusations directed at me, I must express my gratitude for the gift regardless. I shall open it now. May I?”

He slipped an elegant finger under the ribbon which enclosed the box, gently easing it loose and removing the lid it bound. Row after row of chocolates appeared, earning a dry chuckle. How original, he thought, vigilant so as to not let that sarcasm slip from his lips.

“They’re not mushroom-shaped chocolate,” you hastily clarified. “They’re actual mushrooms dipped in chocolate.”

Understanding settled on his features. “I see. You anticipated that I would find your gift uninteresting, so you sought to subvert my expectations. Fufufu. Oh, how you do keep me guessing.”

He laughed, the quality of it almost lyrical. “I look forward to seeing how you will continue to surprise me. However, I will do my utmost to ‘return the favor’.”

Jade’s smile was heartbreakingly tender. “After all, I, too, wish to see how my dearest reacts when they are disarmed. If the shock of it is too frightening for you to bear, then I invite you to retreat to the comfort of my arms for solace.”

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hi i wanted to say i love your writing and would like to ask for mafia restaurant for wip wed !! love your kevjean and I'm so excited for andreil

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 128)

When they pull up to the restaurant, Neil’s got his door open and his foot on the asphalt before the car’s even stopped. He just can’t stand to sit for another minute. He needs to move. So he tucks his magazine under one arm and goes to unlock the door, leaving Kevin and Jean— well,  Jean at least— to gather the groceries. 

As he inserts his key, Neil notices something off about the doorknob. It’s got some kind of scratch mark that definitely wasn’t there when he locked up the day before. He eyes it for a moment, apparently a moment too long, because suddenly his friends are both behind him.

“Forget how it works, did you?” asks Jean from his back. “Key in, then twist. And push.”

“Thanks.” Neil rolls his eyes before twisting the knob and shoving the door forward, stepping in to hold it open for the others. Predictably, Jean has all five bags and he goes to sit them on the counter. Neil and Kevin merely watch as he starts to unload his purchases. Neil spots some sort of meat, a few different vegetables, and a couple spice jars.

Neil’s about to ask what’s on today’s menu, but before he can, there’s a, “Hello?” from the dining room that has Jean dropping his carrots. They all freeze for a moment, each of them slowly looking towards the door.

“Was that… Andrew?” Kevin asks, his eyes huge when Neil looks at him.

“It sounded like him.” Neil hands his magazine to Kevin and pushes open the swing door just a hair. It’s dark inside, but at the same table as yesterday sits Andrew— only visible by the light off his phone screen. Neil feels a smile start to form. “It’s him.”

“Oh God,” Jean mutters behind him. 

“I’m gonna go… talk to him,” Neil says, already stepping out. 

“Of course you are,” is what Jean throws at his back. But Neil ignores him.

He steps through the door and flicks on the overhead lights, “What are you doing here?”

Andrew looks up as though Neil is intruding. “I lost my wallet. Do you have it?”

“Yeah. It’s in the car. I’ll get it.”

“It’s in your car.” Andrew repeats, confused.

“I was planning to mail it back to you,” Neil explains. “I thought you said you were supposed to be going home today.”

“Mm, I was.” Andrew says simply.

“I’ll be right back,” Neil says, holding up a finger. Then he turns to go back into the kitchen where Kevin is now fully upon his stool with Neil’s magazine open in his lap and Jean is searching for something in one of the tall cabinets. Neither of them seem to have noticed his entrance. So Neil slips his finger into Jean’s pocket to swipe the car keys with little effort, then jangles them to make both his friends look up. Jean jolts then looks from the keys to Neil.

Jean pats his pocket. “Did you just… pickpocket me?”

“A little.” Neil continues through the kitchen to the backdoor, spinning the keyring on his finger. “I’m going to get Andrew’s wallet from the car. Be right back.”

“Little thief,” Jean mutters in French. Neil ignores him to step into the alley. He collects Andrew’s wallet from where he’d left it in the console and goes back inside, dropping the keys into Jean’s waiting hand before heading back into the dining room.

“Here you go,” Neil says, handing the wallet back to its rightful owner. Andrew flips it open and rifles through his belongings and Neil would be offended if he hadn’t just stolen Jean’s keys.