#and then adam didn't return 😋

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

First time posting my writing on Tumblr ajsdhjsahksdhjf i don't take writing requests, it has to come to me naturally, i just got brave enough to post this. morals are so complicated man

A little bit of background info - "Adam and Emily see each other as family" my beloved - Like Charlie, Emily was created as an infant and had a childhood. Sera was mainly her guardian, but Archangel Michael or Adam would visit her or supervise her when Sera was too busy - Emily is referred to as (the) Silverstar, in the same way Lucifer is (the) Morningstar.

I don't have a title for this it's just "unnamed Emily and Adam writing"

Trigger Warnings: Adam, swearing, mention of murder and blood

“Kid, Adam is busy right now. He’ll talk to you after.” Lute continued to skillfully maneuver Emily back towards the entrance of the lobby in the Exorcist’s building whenever she would try to skirt past the Exorcist.

“Out of- I’m older than you- why won’t you move- let me- I’m trying to-“ Emily tripped over her words as she tried once again to shove past Lute and get to the double doors that lead to the meeting hall. Lute’s pushback was gentle, but Emily could feel the strong muscles of her arm through her shoulder-length glove. She felt the hairs along her arms raise— how had she been so oblivious? Adam had a whole flock of uniformed, lean girls and Emily had never even once wondered why they were all so formal and fit. She felt like such an idiot.

“You’ll have a chance to talk with him after.” Lute repeated more firmly.

“After his army kills more souls?!” Emily cried out. “I want to talk to him to prevent that!”

“Kind words have never worked.” Lute scoffed. “You cannot make Adam call off the Exterminations. Sera has already approved of the mid-year.”

Emily put her hands on Lute’s shoulders, putting her face right in front of Lute’s. The blank white eyes of the lieutenant’s mask widened in surprise. “Please, just listen to me! Those are souls, just like ours! They don’t deserve-“

“Silverstar, with all due respect, sinners are not like our souls. They earned their damnation. They had their chances to reform in life, and they didn’t.”

“But Charlie-“

“That repulsive Hellspawn has gotten into your head!” Lute spat. Emily shrunk back, regretting having brought up the princess. “Her and that traitor girlfriend of hers! They’re trying to corrupt you! To corrupt Heaven’s values! Redemption is not possible, this is the only way to prevent-“

“Fuck, Lute, I was looking everywhere for you-“ The door swung open as a familiar face stepped out. Adam cut himself off, mouth still hanging open, as he met eyes with Emily.

“Oh, thank the Father!” Lute had her guard down in her momentary surprise, and Emily nimbly swept past her, running up to Adam and grabbing him by the hand. “Adam, please, I’m begging you, you need to cancel the Exterminations, I can’t bear to think of—“ Emily choked on what she was about to say, you murdering more human souls, and quickly searched for an alternative— “anybody getting hurt, not if it can be stopped!”

Adam regarded Emily. His mask had never given way to much emotion, and yet the conflict in his face had never been more evident. His expression seemed to flash through the five stages of grief at least 5 times before he sighed and pulled his hand from Emily’s. “Nobody’s getting hurt.” He mumbled.

Emily felt her shoulders sag with relief. “Oh thank you, thank you! I was so worried-“

“Nobody’s getting hurt ever again. We’re going to go down there and make sure those disgusting demon cunts never make it to the pearly gates.”

Emily let out a cry of anguish. “No! No no, you can’t! You can’t hurt them! Don’t hurt Charlie! Don’t hurt her friends! Don’t hurt her people!”

“Sinners aren’t people!” Adam snarled. Emily backed up as the first man unfurled his golden wings. “Sinners lost their humanity when they committed the heinous fucking acts that landed them down there! You can’t hurt them, there’s nothing to fucking hurt!”

“That’s not true!” Emily tried to stifle tears. “They made mistakes, but they’re still people, and people can always change!”

“They can’t change what they did.” Lute added coldly.

Emily wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingers into her arms. “So how are you any better? You can’t fight fire with fire!”

Adam opened his mouth, face swelling with anger. At Emily’s flinch, Adam closed his mouth again and took a breath, rubbing his temples as he tried to recollect his thoughts. “You just wouldn’t understand. Sinners are hellbent on causing misery. You haven’t been in Hell like me-“

“And how many times have you been in Hell? How long have you been killing without telling me?” Emily curled her lip. “Were the hands you cradled me with when I was just created the same hands I see now, stained with the blood of thousands of damned souls?”

For the first time in this exchange, Adam physically winced. Emily heard his teeth grind together from under his helmet. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly. “There was going to be an uprising.” Emily blinked at him, eyes widening. “They were trying to put together a rebellion. Their demonic magic was growing fucking stronger by the second, and Sera wanted a solution.” Adam balled his hands into a fist. “There was only one way to keep Heaven safe.”

“It- That’s not-” Emily felt a warm tear leak from her eye, emotion welling up inside her heart. Lute walked past her and over to Adam as he put a hand on the door handle.

“I need to prepare. We can talk about this shit after.”

As Adam swung the door open and allowed his lieutenant the courtesy of heading into the meeting hall first, Emily stared after him, expression vacant. “I won’t forgive you.”

Adam’s shoulders rose and his feathers puffed ever so slightly. He didn’t turn to look at her. “Okay.”

He followed Lute through the door and shut it behind him, leaving Emily alone.

Emily stared at the door. In a bright flash of pure light, three white wings stretched out to their full expansion, and three eyes widened. Emily let out a snarling cry as she transfigured to her full angelic form and backed away from the door. She had never felt such rage consume her. “Why does nobody listen to me?!” She spat. She turned heel and fled, fled out the door of the Exorcist’s quarters and took to the sky. Her own feet, her own wings, it seemed to be the only thing she could control anymore. She felt hopeless against her superiors, against their ideals, against her own emotions. Everything she had known seemed to be one big lie. The world was not black and white— so why were their solutions? Not every sinner was an irredeemable spirit of sin and destruction, and not every angel was pure, virtuous and clean. Adam had been playing saint all this time and lying to Emily’s face. She wiped off her eyes as she entered the rotunda to make her way to her quarters, before she collided with someone in the entrance.

“Sorry-“ Emily cut herself off as she looked up at the older seraph.

“Emily! Where were you?” Sera asked tersely.

“With Adam…” she sighed. “I just… I wanted him to… I don’t want him to go through with the Exterminations…” She looked away from Sera’s gaze. “I can’t stand the thought of him…”

Sera sighed. “I know. I don’t like it either.” She guided Emily out of the doorway and into the rotunda.

“Then why do you allow it?” There wasn’t much challenge to the question, rather a forlorn attempt to grasp at some kind of explanation.

“I never would have, had it not been required.” Sera’s answer was pretty much the same as what Adam offered.

Emily sniffed. She swallowed back the response “there has to be another way”, not interested in starting another argument. Besides, Sera had already told her what happens to those who question too much. Instead, she brought up what else was now weighing on her mind. “…I said I wouldn’t forgive him.”

“Hm?” Sera raised an eyebrow.

“I told Adam I wouldn’t forgive him after he came back from the Exterminations.” Emily looked at the ground. “But I want to be able to forgive him. If I refuse to forgive, I’m refusing the idea of people changing.” She squeezed her hands together. “I know he can change. I just don’t want more people to get hurt before then.”

The expression that flashed through Sera’s face was torn and pained. Emily guessed she should get used to loved ones looking at her like that. “I… I do want you to forgive him.” She began. “Though I’m not sure how to feel about your reasoning. People can change, but…” She sighed. “That does not mean they are forgivable.”

Emily grimaced. Why did it have to be so complicated? “Only time will tell.” She hummed. Sera didn’t answer. With a sad glance, Emily made her way past Sera and to her living quarters. She wasn’t going to give in easily. Once Adam got back, they would talk and they would figure things out.

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[everythingwasalreadypicked]

percy and annabeth in a competition to see who can fluster al more 😋

"One dark coffee, lots of milk, no sugar."

Alabaster lifted his head from the cup he was drying off, sighing once he saw who the customer was, "Welcome to Black's Coffee."

"One dark coffee, lots of milk, no sugar," Annabeth Chase repeated her order, leaning on the counter to give him a shit eating grin. "And throw in one of the today's pastries too, would you?"

He rolled his eyes. How the two heroes of Olympus had found him in Keeseville, or his job, in the first place he didn't know? Though that wasn't more baffling than, say... the fact that they seemed adamant on ignoring his murder attempts on Perseus whenever he was off-clock and becoming the late Burly Black's coffee shop's regulars instead.

Whatever. It was not like he was going to stay in Keeseville much longer than his research required. He could play into whatever normal mortals fantasy the couple had going on in the meantime.

"Where's your second?" He turned his head round to ask while preparing the machines.

Annabeth just batted her eyes at him, her grin growing wider, "Have I told you that new haircut makes you look cuter?"

Feeling heat crept to his cheeks, Alabaster coughed into his fist, "Oh, uhm, thank you."

Magic, like the gods, was based on belief. If Alabaster concentrated hard, he could see the Mist veiled over the mortals's eyes take physical form, could how they pooled over next to Annabeth.

He reached over to take the baseball cap off the hidden man's head.

"She's right, you are extra cute today." Perseus rubbed his nape as the magic keeping him invisible washed of off him. Pity, it seemed Alabaster hadn't left a scar as deep as he thought on his archenemy's throat with his knife.

"Order?" He hissed, wiping his sweaty palms on his apron.

"Whatever has the most sugar in it." Percy finger gunned.

Alabaster sighed pointedly, returning to the orders while the couple chatted.

"The purple shirt must be new."

"Mhm, better than the double grey combo, don'tcha think?"

"Brings out those handsome green eyes of his."

Alabaster took a deep breath, hiding his aflame face inside his shaking hands.

They were doing this deliberately.

"One black coffee with milk and dark chocolate cake for Feather Brain and the worst sugar monstrosity I've ever created for Jackass." He slammed the orders on the counter, "I'm clocking off."

"Hey, why do I gotta be jackass? Why can't I be fish gills or something?"

Annabeth’s hand wrapped around his wrist to pull him close, their noses almost touching. Lips almost brushing against eachother's. "Join us, then?"

Alabaster's gaze flitted between her huge, shining grey eyes and the way the light bounced off the soft, dark curls falling over Perseus's forehead.

He was so going to regret joining on their date, when he actually had a proper amount of sleep, wasn't he..?

[jamimix]

I JUST READ "His Daily Need" AND THE DETAIL OMG- I WAS FIGHTING THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS AND IDK IF UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE‼️‼️‼️😋😋😋

tighnari (if u write for him) x reader? where the reader gets stuck in vines w tighnari, and they make out? (optional) until one of the forest watchers/rangers idk what its called catches them?

ALSO U GAINED A NEW FOLLOWER 😋

Forest Vines

Sorry it took long. I couldn't stop procrastinating and the 3.1 livestream didn't help 😅 I wanted to write the optional part but I suddenly felt mortified just thinking about it (2nd-hand embarrassment iasdnisidnsd) so I tweaked it a bit. Hope that's okay?

Also, thank you @itsxenanotsena for helping me write some parts hehe

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One of the rules of being a Forest Ranger is to always be mindful of your surroundings. Tighnari has been drilling this in your head, even before when you weren't even one of them yet. And with the surge of Withering regions popping up, it was inevitable that he'd be adamant for you to do so. Unfortunately for him, you're never one to follow rules.

"Now, be careful. This area was just recently cleared of the Withering yesterday. I don't want you touching anything and then having me to save your butt again. Understood?"

You nodded at Tighnari's words, giving him an innocent smile which he returned with a defeated sigh, thinking that you probably didn't listen to a word he just said. You did listen, but it's just so fun seeing him riled up.

"Well, let's get moving you big lummox."

So why exactly are you two exploring it despite the possible danger? Simply because it's one of your duties. Just because you knew how dangerous it could be, doesn't mean that the others do. The goal was to survey the area, note if it has anything weird, dangerous, or harmful in it, if the place needed to be closed off, and see if there's any unfortunate souls that waltzed in and needs saving. Speaking of weird stuff...

"Hey, Tighnari. Is it normal for vines to move like that?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Turning around, he sees what you mean. A series of hanging vines swaying quite aggressively despite the lack of strong wind passing by. They look quite healthy with how green and thick they are. The urge to touch them swells in you. However, before you could even make a move, you were lead away by the a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Stay here while I look into it." He says, eyes fixed on the vines. You didn't say a word, more curious at what he'll do than your discovery. You watched as he came closer to it, his ears twitching cutely in curiosity, head tilted as he's inspecting it so thoroughly with his eyes. All is well until you see his hand reach up and touching one, breaking the one rule he gave earlier.

Almost instantly, the vines jumped and wrapped around him, not giving the two of you to react anything other than a yelp, before stringing him up like a piñata.

It was quiet for a moment, the realization still sinking in, before you burst out laughing while Tighnari's face turned red, flustered and embarrassed, with his ears folded back. He then glared at you, though it wasn't effective seeing his current situation.

He tried to free himself, but moving seems to make it tangle him up even more, and for some reason, he couldn't use his dendro vision, as if the vines has the capability of making it useless.

"(Y/n), take me down from here."

"Oh? No please and thank you? And didn't you tell me not to touch anything?"

Despite your words, you drew closer, inspecting the vines, and thinking of how you could help him out. Thankfully, it didn't bring him up too high, just enough that his cute pouty face still reaches yours.

The vines itself didn't have anything to explain why it's like that, but a quick look on your surroundings, you see a Sumeru Rose glowing oh so brightly, an indication that there's a dangerous level of Leyline activity in the area. You lit up, already knowing how to deal with it.

Seeing the recognition in your face, Tighnari tried to look at what you were staring at. Too bad for him, his slight movement caused a vine to get activated and somehow made it to slap him painfully at the back of his head, forcing him to face back.

"Motherfu-"

He bit his lip to stop himself from cursing, eyes going back to you who's obviously enjoying his predicament. You could just let him off but-

"I kinda like seeing you like this." Smiling, you reached up, carefully avoiding touching any of the vines, placing your hands on his cheeks, cradling it gently, drawing little circles with your thumbs. You watch amused as his pupils dilate, before he tried shaking it off, trying to stay focused.

"I know you're kinky, but can you please keep it in the bedroom? We have to-to..."

His words trailed off as he sees your gaze go down towards his lips, his breathe then hitching, tail unconsciously wagging. And the smirk of yours didn't help at all. He knows that he should probably stop you, but his rationality flew away the moment you decided to lean in.

Instinctively, his eyes shut close, enjoying the feeling of your lips capturing his own. You gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, the smirk still on your lips as it molded itself onto Tighnari's. A hand went to caress his cheek once more, coaxing him to relax more, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment.

‌You went to deepen the kiss, taking a step to be a bit closer, unaware of a vine crawling on the ground like a snake. So you didn't just touch it. You stepped on it.

A squeak escapes you as you get strung up by the vines, body crashing into Tighnari's, eliciting a pained groan from him. Everything went into chaos. Up became down, left became right, and the cycle continued. You had to close your eyes, waiting and hoping for everything to stop moving, not wanting the urge of throwing up to win.

When everything finally settled, you decided to open your eyesm only to find yourself face-to-face with Tighnari who looked so done with life. The vines managed to put your bodies so close to each other that your noses are touching, wrapping the both of you together. Though, his right arm was also somewhat free, seeing as he's now using it to bring his hand into pinching your cheek.

"Are you satisfied?"

He pinched your cheek harder when you gave him a nervous chuckle as a response. But he couldn't stay mad at you. couldn't completely blame you. It was mostly his fault that this happened. With your face so close to his, there's only one thing plaguing his mind right now.

Just as you were about to speak, ready to tell him about the thing earlier, his lips met yours.

'Might as well enjoy this.' You thought as you succumb to the sweet sensation, slightly opening your lips when his tongue asked for an invite.

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Collei grew worried and anxious as you and Tighnari haven't gotten back yet nor have any of you sent news about the situation. It's protocol that, after an hour of no contact, a team will be sent out to retrieve them, which now includes her and two others.

To cover more ground, they decided to split up. And luckily, she didn't have to search much. The anxiousness she felt quickly vanished as she was quick to find the two of you, hanging on vines, resting your heads in each other's shoulder with Tighnari playing with your hair.

‌"Master? (Y/n)? Are you two okay?"

"Ah, Collei!" You greeted her with a smile to which she gave small one back. Tighnari also gave her a quick greeting before giving her instructions on what to do. She chose to ignore how puffy you and her master's lips are, didn't dare ask why you both seem out of breath, already having an inkling idea of what happened. For too many times, she even walked in while in was happening. She unfortunately has grown a bit numbed to it.

"Don't touch any of the vines, unless you want to be stuck here with us. Try using your vision on it. Just don't push yourself too hard if it doesn't work." You shake your head no at his words, making the two of them question why.

‌"No need for that. I saw a Sumeru Rose glowing brightly earlier. Collei could just activate the Purification device you made to deal with the leyline problem. The vines' weird reaction is most probably from it "

‌An irked smile was shown in Tighnari's face, his free hand wrapping around your neck, slightly putting pressure in it. If Collei weren't present, you're sure that he'd try choking you, then and there.

‌"You mean to tell me... that you knew that we could 've gone out of here an hour ago yet you chose to get and stay stuck just cause?"

‌"Oh, hush! You didn't once let me speak, and you enjoyed every second of it too."‌ Collei could only giggle before turning around to do what you told her. It was quick and easy set up. And thankfully, it was as you said.

At long last, you and Tighnari are free from the confines of the vines, and you gave Collei a soft pat on the back as a way to say 'great job!'. She started heading towards the village to report to the other rangers what had happened and you were about to follow when Tighnari grabbed you by the wrist and yanked it.

You felt another hand covering your mouth, and warm breathing on your ear. "Prepare yourself when we get back. I think someone deserves a little punishment for what they did." Tighnari whispered oh so seductively, making you shiver.

He let you go and sent you a satisfied smirk before catching up to Collei to discuss about what happened in the village while he was gone. You were left blushing and flustered, both shocked and excited for Tighnari's 'punishment' for you.

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owo

[ronweasleysleftnut]

This is a Jonathan Byers smut fic 😋

I never write smut, so please cut me some slack 😭✋️ I don't think it's that bad but yk

You and Jonathan had been friends for ages, but one fateful night when you're watching a movie together... you may become more.

Movie Night

You lounged across Jonathan's couch, your feet placed idly in his lap, adourned with fuzzy socks. You were supposed to be watching the movie he had put on, some old psychological horror, but your eyes were trained on Jonathan's side profile instead.

He knew you were looking at him, and it was throwing him off majorly. He was trying to focus on the movie, knowing he would crumble if he even glanced in your direction.

You two have been friends since elementary school, but in the past couple months, Jonathan has been distant and you couldn't figure out why.

Finally, the long movie had ended. Jonathan took a deep sigh, and finally looked over at you. You were still staring at him, except now his chocolate brown eyes were staring right back. "Do you want me to drive you home?" He asked, but you bit your lip "Actually" you said, breaking your eye contact to look down at your lap. "Could I sleep here with you tonight?" Your dad wasn't around anymore, and your mom was out on a business trip, so the house would be empty and you hated sleeping alone.

"S-sure yeah that's fine" Jonathan stutters, and you look back up at him with a bright smile. "Thank you Johnny" and you sit up, pecking him lightly on the cheek causing his face to turn a bright red before rushing down the hallway to his room.

He had pictures of you two together across the walls from over the years, kind of like a collage to your friendship. There were dirty clothes and papers adorning the bed, floor and his desk chair, but you jumped onto his mattress anyways.

It wasn't the first time you'd be sleeping in Jonathan's bed, you two had been having sleepovers for years, but it was the first since Jonathan had become distant.

The boy entered the room after you, but stood awkwardly at the doorway, as if he needed to be invited in. His eyes were trained on you in your tiny t-shirt and shorts, laying across his bed. You patted the spot next to you, and smiled playfully up at the boy, who returned it nervously.

He finally entered the room, taking slow steps towards the other side of the bed, where he perched himself on the very edge facing the wall rather than you.

"Johnny" you say, the pout on your lips apparent through your voice as you whined his name. "Whyre you being so weird?" The boy turned to you, his face a bright red from the question. "I-" he cuts himself off, as if he's scared to tell you the truth. "Cmon Jonathan" you say, turning his chin so he's looking you in the eyes. "You can tell me anything" you say with seriousness.

You see Jonathan's Adam's apple bob as he takes an audible gulp, still looking you in the eyes. "I'm scared it'll ruin our friendship..." he says uncertainly, but you shake your head. "Nothing could ruin our friendship" you say, letting go of his chin and smiling at him.

He repositions himself to be further on the bed, facing you now, both of you sitting on your knees. "Well... I- I like you, as more than a friend, Y/N" he says, finally breaking eye contact and looking down to where his hands were shaking in his lap.

The proclamation caught you off guard, and it takes you a moment to readjust. "Oh" you say, and Jonathan gulps again, but still doesn't look at you. "Jonathan" you say, grabbing his chin again so his eyes rest on yours "I like you too"

He's amazed at it, that someone like you could like him back. He was the loner, the freak. He didn't tell you sooner because he thought for sure someone like you would reject him.

"I really wanna kiss you" Jonathan blurts out, and you giggle a little at his forwardness "Okay" you reply, and allow the boy to place his hand gently on your cheek, brushing a loose hair behind your ear before leaning forward and placing his lips softly against yours.

It was sweet at first, but as soon as Jonathan felt your lips soft against his own, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. You pulled away for air, but before you knew it, Jonathan had grabbed your hair roughly and kissed you harder than you would have imagined the boy capable.

This kiss was needy, and deep. You moved your body closer to Jonathan's, needing to feel his warmth against you. The both of you got on your knees, your hands entagled in each other's hair and as your bodies touched each other you felt Jonathan's hardness.

You pulled away from him, an evil look in your eyes. "You want me to take care of that for you?" You asked, looking down to the buldge visible in Jonathan's pants. He nodded, but you tutted "That's not how this goes" you say, and Jonathan gulps before letting out breathily "yes please Y/n please" you smirk at him before crashing your lips together again.

As you kiss him you bring your hands down to his torso, placing them underneath his white t-shirt. You're not surprised to feel Jonathan's definition under his shirt, having seen him working out more than once. As Jonathan's kisses trail down your neck you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, pulling at them teasingly.

Jonathan let's out a longing moan, and moves his lips back up to yours as you finally undo the button on his pants and pull them down.

He's not wearing underwear underneath, his penis instead fully exposed and dripping with precum. You look down and tut again "someone got excited" you say, and Jonathan let's out a small moan.

You look back at him, pushing him down on the bed and placing your legs on either side of him. He looks up at you in awe, and you smirk down at him before moving your hand to his penis.

You stroke it slowly at first, letting Jonathan moan longingly for your touch. You bite your lip before moving faster, and Jonathan's head tilts back on the bed.

"Want me to make you cum?" You asked teasingly, and Jonathan nodded at you vigorously. You smirked in his direction before lowering your head to his penis, licking the head. He let out a whimper, and you decided to stop toying with him.

You put his full length in your mouth, making him moan even louder. Thank God Will and Joyce were both out that night.

Your mouth encompassed his girth as you bobbed your head up and down, licking and biting when appropriate until you knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum" he said breathily from above you, and the warm liquid falls into your mouth. You swallow it, feeling the saltiness leave your tongue and take the voyage down your throat. You look up at him, but before you can wipe your mouth clean Jonathan grabs your arms and pulls your towards him, kissing you hungrily before switching your positions so he's looming above you.

You smile up at him, and he places his hands on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you passionately on the lips again.

You buck your hips up longingly, the thin material of your pajamas brushing against his exposed cock, and Jonathan let's out a little laugh. He pulls away, "look who's needy now" he says with a wink, and moves his hands down to your shorts which he pulls off quickly to reveal the white lace panties you were wearing.

You took off your shirt to expose your breasts, and Jonathan licked his lips as his eyes trailed over every open inch of your body, his earlier shyness completely gone.

He moved his hands to your clit, rubbing it through your panties. You let out a tiny gasp, and Jonathan leaned down to stifle it with a kiss.

He continued to move his fingers strategically around your clit, until you couldn't take it anymore and your hips bucked up longingly, a soft moan escaping your lips "Jonathan" you muttered breathlessly, and the boy understood exactly what you wanted.

He ripped off your panties, exposing your whole body. His eyes glossed over your curves one more time before he delved back into you, his lips now tracing the crevice of your neck longingly.

His hands finally moved down to your exposed flaps, and he moved them aside to rub your clit. You let out a moan, and he moved his mouth back to yours to cover it. He moved in a circular motion before sticking in one finger, testing the waters.

When your hips moved into him, begging him to continue, he placed in a second finger, moving them in and out slowly as he kissed your open mouth longingly.

Finally it was too much for the both of you, and Jonathan removed his fingers, instead moving back to look at you. He asked permission, and you nodded, open mouthed, wanting him now more than ever before.

He took the nod and went for it, placing his tip against your entrance, looking at you one more time before putting his full length slowly inside you.

You grabbed to the sheets on his bed, your mouth opening wide in a moan as he pulled back out slowly and in again. His body matched yours perfectly, like two puzzle pieces who had lost each other.

It took a moment but you got into the rhythm of it. Jonathan started moving more vigorously, and you could tell he was close already. He moved his body closer to yours, resting one hand behind your neck and the other lifting up your leg as he rammed into you.

You let out a loud moan, stifled by Jonathan's mouth now over yours. "Cum for me" he says into your mouth, and with one more quick thrust you let go, just as he did the same.

The wetness from your core dripped over him as he pulled out, grabbing one of his dirty shirts to wipe himself and you off before falling on his back next to you.

You cuddled into him, placing your head in his armpit as he placed both his arms around you. "This was not how I expected tonight to go" Jonathan laughed, you joining in on the humor.

The two of you fell asleep like that, entagled in one another, sweet dreams filling your head after the amazing night spent in each other's company.

[twdmusicboxmystery]

hey i was just rewatching walking dead and i was watching season 1 episode 3 the part where rick is first reunited with lori and carl. morales introduces rick to the group as ‘helicopter boy’ which i found reallyyyy interesting as i think it was a foreshadow of rick getting taken away in a helicopter in season 9. if so, that means they knew ricks ‘end’ when the show started. which meanssss that they would definitely plan beth’s return 6 seasons in advance when she was shot if they planned other stuff 9 months in advance. just wanted your thoughts on this if you ever noticed or if it was just a coincidence :) love reading your posts every day aswell. thankyou xox

I'd completely forgotten that Morales addressed him that way. Thanks for the reminder!

I totally agree with what you said here. There's really only two possibilities. 1) They already had everything planned back then, as you say. 2) When Gimple took over, he went back through earlier episodes and used symbols already in the dialogue or other parts of the show and incorporated them into his master plan moving forward.

For me, I think it's a little of both. I don't think they would have focused on the helicopters so much when Rick came out of the hospital, or had him see the helicopter flying around Atlanta, if they didn't have some kind of end game for that.

They might not have had all the details, and of course in S1, they didn't even know if it would be picked up beyond those first 6 episodes. They had no inkling of how well the show would connect with audiences. So, while I think they had some sort of plan in place, there was a chance they'd never actually see it come to fruition.

We also know there was a lot of behind-the-scenes drama in S2 and S3, which may have muddied the waters. But I think when Gimple took the helm in S4, he probably doubled down on plans they already had, and also went back through to pick out symbols he could use going forward, to make the entire thing seem very continuous and cohesive. Which honestly, is a very intelligent way to write fiction. It's what I do myself and what I teach my students.

That's why I'm so adamant about all this stuff having to do with foreshadow and symbolism and the plot. I know it's not obvious to everyone, but as someone who employs these techniques myself, I can just SEE how they're crafting it and where they're going with it.

Great observations, Nonny! Thanks for writing in! Xoxo! ☠️😋🚁

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Oh...oh Fuck this hurts. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. I love this. Your writing is so?? Fuck man shit I can't even put it into words

@an-theduckin check this out dude

First time posting my writing on Tumblr ajsdhjsahksdhjf i don't take writing requests, it has to come to me naturally, i just got brave enough to post this. morals are so complicated man

A little bit of background info - "Adam and Emily see each other as family" my beloved - Like Charlie, Emily was created as an infant and had a childhood. Sera was mainly her guardian, but Archangel Michael or Adam would visit her or supervise her when Sera was too busy - Emily is referred to as (the) Silverstar, in the same way Lucifer is (the) Morningstar.

I don't have a title for this it's just "unnamed Emily and Adam writing"

Trigger Warnings: Adam, swearing, mention of murder and blood

“Kid, Adam is busy right now. He’ll talk to you after.” Lute continued to skillfully maneuver Emily back towards the entrance of the lobby in the Exorcist’s building whenever she would try to skirt past the Exorcist.

“Out of- I’m older than you- why won’t you move- let me- I’m trying to-“ Emily tripped over her words as she tried once again to shove past Lute and get to the double doors that lead to the meeting hall. Lute’s pushback was gentle, but Emily could feel the strong muscles of her arm through her shoulder-length glove. She felt the hairs along her arms raise— how had she been so oblivious? Adam had a whole flock of uniformed, lean girls and Emily had never even once wondered why they were all so formal and fit. She felt like such an idiot.

“You’ll have a chance to talk with him after.” Lute repeated more firmly.

“After his army kills more souls?!” Emily cried out. “I want to talk to him to prevent that!”

“Kind words have never worked.” Lute scoffed. “You cannot make Adam call off the Exterminations. Sera has already approved of the mid-year.”

Emily put her hands on Lute’s shoulders, putting her face right in front of Lute’s. The blank white eyes of the lieutenant’s mask widened in surprise. “Please, just listen to me! Those are souls, just like ours! They don’t deserve-“

“Silverstar, with all due respect, sinners are not like our souls. They earned their damnation. They had their chances to reform in life, and they didn’t.”

“But Charlie-“

“That repulsive Hellspawn has gotten into your head!” Lute spat. Emily shrunk back, regretting having brought up the princess. “Her and that traitor girlfriend of hers! They’re trying to corrupt you! To corrupt Heaven’s values! Redemption is not possible, this is the only way to prevent-“

“Fuck, Lute, I was looking everywhere for you-“ The door swung open as a familiar face stepped out. Adam cut himself off, mouth still hanging open, as he met eyes with Emily.

“Oh, thank the Father!” Lute had her guard down in her momentary surprise, and Emily nimbly swept past her, running up to Adam and grabbing him by the hand. “Adam, please, I’m begging you, you need to cancel the Exterminations, I can’t bear to think of—“ Emily choked on what she was about to say, you murdering more human souls, and quickly searched for an alternative— “anybody getting hurt, not if it can be stopped!”

Adam regarded Emily. His mask had never given way to much emotion, and yet the conflict in his face had never been more evident. His expression seemed to flash through the five stages of grief at least 5 times before he sighed and pulled his hand from Emily’s. “Nobody’s getting hurt.” He mumbled.

Emily felt her shoulders sag with relief. “Oh thank you, thank you! I was so worried-“

“Nobody’s getting hurt ever again. We’re going to go down there and make sure those disgusting demon cunts never make it to the pearly gates.”

Emily let out a cry of anguish. “No! No no, you can’t! You can’t hurt them! Don’t hurt Charlie! Don’t hurt her friends! Don’t hurt her people!”

“Sinners aren’t people!” Adam snarled. Emily backed up as the first man unfurled his golden wings. “Sinners lost their humanity when they committed the heinous fucking acts that landed them down there! You can’t hurt them, there’s nothing to fucking hurt!”

“That’s not true!” Emily tried to stifle tears. “They made mistakes, but they’re still people, and people can always change!”

“They can’t change what they did.” Lute added coldly.

Emily wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingers into her arms. “So how are you any better? You can’t fight fire with fire!”

Adam opened his mouth, face swelling with anger. At Emily’s flinch, Adam closed his mouth again and took a breath, rubbing his temples as he tried to recollect his thoughts. “You just wouldn’t understand. Sinners are hellbent on causing misery. You haven’t been in Hell like me-“

“And how many times have you been in Hell? How long have you been killing without telling me?” Emily curled her lip. “Were the hands you cradled me with when I was just created the same hands I see now, stained with the blood of thousands of damned souls?”

For the first time in this exchange, Adam physically winced. Emily heard his teeth grind together from under his helmet. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly. “There was going to be an uprising.” Emily blinked at him, eyes widening. “They were trying to put together a rebellion. Their demonic magic was growing fucking stronger by the second, and Sera wanted a solution.” Adam balled his hands into a fist. “There was only one way to keep Heaven safe.”

“It- That’s not-” Emily felt a warm tear leak from her eye, emotion welling up inside her heart. Lute walked past her and over to Adam as he put a hand on the door handle.

“I need to prepare. We can talk about this shit after.”

As Adam swung the door open and allowed his lieutenant the courtesy of heading into the meeting hall first, Emily stared after him, expression vacant. “I won’t forgive you.”

Adam’s shoulders rose and his feathers puffed ever so slightly. He didn’t turn to look at her. “Okay.”

He followed Lute through the door and shut it behind him, leaving Emily alone.

Emily stared at the door. In a bright flash of pure light, three white wings stretched out to their full expansion, and three eyes widened. Emily let out a snarling cry as she transfigured to her full angelic form and backed away from the door. She had never felt such rage consume her. “Why does nobody listen to me?!” She spat. She turned heel and fled, fled out the door of the Exorcist’s quarters and took to the sky. Her own feet, her own wings, it seemed to be the only thing she could control anymore. She felt hopeless against her superiors, against their ideals, against her own emotions. Everything she had known seemed to be one big lie. The world was not black and white— so why were their solutions? Not every sinner was an irredeemable spirit of sin and destruction, and not every angel was pure, virtuous and clean. Adam had been playing saint all this time and lying to Emily’s face. She wiped off her eyes as she entered the rotunda to make her way to her quarters, before she collided with someone in the entrance.

“Sorry-“ Emily cut herself off as she looked up at the older seraph.

“Emily! Where were you?” Sera asked tersely.

“With Adam…” she sighed. “I just… I wanted him to… I don’t want him to go through with the Exterminations…” She looked away from Sera’s gaze. “I can’t stand the thought of him…”

Sera sighed. “I know. I don’t like it either.” She guided Emily out of the doorway and into the rotunda.

“Then why do you allow it?” There wasn’t much challenge to the question, rather a forlorn attempt to grasp at some kind of explanation.

“I never would have, had it not been required.” Sera’s answer was pretty much the same as what Adam offered.

Emily sniffed. She swallowed back the response “there has to be another way”, not interested in starting another argument. Besides, Sera had already told her what happens to those who question too much. Instead, she brought up what else was now weighing on her mind. “…I said I wouldn’t forgive him.”

“Hm?” Sera raised an eyebrow.

“I told Adam I wouldn’t forgive him after he came back from the Exterminations.” Emily looked at the ground. “But I want to be able to forgive him. If I refuse to forgive, I’m refusing the idea of people changing.” She squeezed her hands together. “I know he can change. I just don’t want more people to get hurt before then.”

The expression that flashed through on Sera’s face was torn and pained. Emily guessed she should get used to loved ones looking at her like that. “I… I do want you to forgive him.” She began. “Though I’m not sure how to feel about your reasoning. People can change, but…” She sighed. “That does not mean they are forgivable.”

Emily grimaced. Why did it have to be so complicated? “Only time will tell.” She hummed. Sera didn’t answer. With a sad glance, Emily made her way past Sera and to her living quarters. She wasn’t going to give in easily. Once Adam got back, they would talk and they would figure things out.

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