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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Jack it to a jacket nsft

Masterbation, voyeurism, you know how I am

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader (reader has a vagina but uses they them pronouns)

Beetlejuice forgets his jacket and you use it while he's gone

Beetlejuice had announced to you he had to spend a few days in the netherworld for bio exorcist meeting or something, you really didnt get it, it's not like he actually had a job, all you knew is that he's been complaining about it since day one. That he had to leave the world of the living for a bit.

The day finally came for him to head out for his little business trip, you could tell the ghoul was less then thrilled to go, slight purple streaks graced his hair, you knew he wasnt too keen on being in the netherworld, the demon had such a fascination with the living, an adoration for living with you, going back to the netherworld, even for a few days was like heading back to work after a long period off, soul sucking.

"Alright Sugar" he starts adjusting his tie, his jacket resting on the arm of the couch "I'll be gone for a few days, try not to miss me too much~"

You give the ghoul a soft smile "itll be quieter for sure" you try to joke

"Yeah..." he trails off, his playful teasing voice dropping along with his grin.

"I know this is gonna suck, but the sooner you get it started the sooner it's over with" you try to cheer him up giving the demon a light punch in the arm.

Beetlejuice's hue was now completely purple, you frown at the sight.

"You know doll, I'm being awfully selfish here, but, how bout ya give me a little sugar before I go?~"

You flinch at the suggestion, you wouldnt say you were shocked at this request, but you were.

"You're stalling"

"Come on babes, humor me, I gotta fill out paper work and deal with my mother, could REALLY use a pick me up~" he nudges you gently and gives a wink, hoping it'll soften you up, it does.

"Fine" you huff out, you grab the demon by the suspenders, yanking him to you level giving him a quick peck.

"No tongue on the first date?~" he snickers, as pink patches pop up in his mossy beard.

"...have a good trip" you utter trying to hide your embarrassment

"Oh doll I will, thinking about your soft lips~" the demon's voice drops to that low growl that never failed to make you warm in your lower areas

"Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Bee-"

You could NEVER make it to 3, the ghoul was always quick to slap a hand to your mouth, pulling you into a side hug.

"Trying to kick me out so soon sugar? So mean~" he chuckles, the ghoul pulls his hand from your mouth and you sigh.

Beetlejuice pauses holding you in this awkward side hug for a few minutes

"Bee?"

"I know" he grumbles, he begrudgingly pulls away

The ghoul makes his way to the empty wall and draws his entrance.

Knock

Your living room wall opens up to the netherworld, it was always a rare sight to you, a little anxiety inducing, you freeze for a moment, but as the demon steps into the world of the dead you shout

"Wait!"

Beetlejuice turns to you

"You forgot something"

The demon's eyes light up and in a flash he was infront of you, his hands cup your face as he slams his lips into yours, you jolt in surprise, as the ghoul pulls away he purrs "almost forgot my second goodbye kiss, thanks doll" and just like that he was gone, the netherworld was out of sight and you were alone.

"Your jacket" you whisper still alittle dizzy from his kiss.

...

The jacket he left behind spent a few hours folded neatly on the couch as you go about your alone time. Everytime beetlejuice was away you always took the opportunity to get some chores done, you liked the demon yeah, but he always got under foot, or he would be creepy while you tried to get things done. There were times where you were just doing the laundry, and the demon would just stare at you, no words, he just sat atop the dryer watching you like a hawk as you loaded the washer, it made your skin crawl and your stomach turn to have that much attention put on you, hell, you'd rather him be lewd and annoying then that.

As creepy as he was, that was just who he was, and you loved him, his awful charms, his terrible jokes, and his over all handsome, to you, look, wormed it's way into your heart and refused to let go.

Every kiss, every grope, every pet name he gave you dug you deeper into your affection. Though you were too terrified to confront him about your feelings, he was a literal demon, could he even share these feelings, let alone would he like you the same way, all in all you didnt want to ruin what the two of you had, friends, good friends.

You missed him, you really did, so what was the harm in wearing his coat, just around the house, and maybe smelling it every now and again, that wasnt too weird right? And it would be fine if you were to fall asleep wearing it right? There was no harm in it, but if beetlejuice was to pop in unexpectedly and if he say you wearing it casually youd never hear the end of it, and yet you never took it off.

It's been a few days since beetlejuice left for the netherworld, you were relaxing on your bed looking at memes trying to ignore how much you missed a certain undead bastard, hell you were wearing the jacket he left behind and stealing a small sniff here and there, beetlejuice never really gives you a time frame as to when he'd be back whenever he goes to the netherworld.

'Time moves differently when you're dead, and boy does it move, but it slows down when I'm with you babes' you shiver and try to swallow the lump in your throat that memory caused, the undead bastard was such a flirt.

You grew a tad lonely without your favorite dead guy, yes you used to live alone before beetlejuice barged his way into your home, but you have gotten used to him, you miss him when he's not with you, especially his no concept of personal space, how the ghoul's hands always found a home on your body, your hips, your waist, your shoulders.

You feel a familiar pulse between your legs, you try and ignore it, though your mind was reeling with old memories of beej touching you, you werent even scrolling through your phone anymore, just staring at the screen, thinking of the demon's strong callused hands running up and down your thighs.

"You win" you grumble sliding off your bed and crouching next to it, you pull out a little tool box. Opening the little box and revealing an average sized bright green vibrator brandishing a nice bulbous tip. You push the button on the toy's base and it buzzes to life, you smile, glad to see the barriers were still alive, it was too late for you to run out and get replacements.

You shimmy out of your pajama pants and panties before you hop back up on the bed. You remove the jacket giving it a deep inhale of its scent before placing it down next to you.

...

Your living room walls silently open up, letting in a thick fog of green reavling your demon friend, the ghoul knew it was late, late enough that his sweet little y/n should be dead asleep, as your living room rearranges itself back to normal the ghoul floats to your bedroom, excited to come snuggle up to your soft warm body after what felt like an eternity with dealing with his mother and newly deads with no sense of humor.

"Ah!"

The ghoul freezes at the sound, standing in front of your closed bedroom door, you could be? He presses an ear to the door, the faint sound of buzzing and muffled moans could be herd.

In a flash Beetlejuice's hair and moss on his face turns electric pink.

"A welcome home present? For me? Oh dolly~" he whispers before snapping his fingers and camouflaging himself. Beetlejuice fazed through the door and froze at the sight of you, yes he has seen you touch yourself before, but this?

There you were Laying on your bed, propped up by pillows, shirt pulled up exposing your breasts, bottom half completely bare, pumping the vibrator he got you (as an apology for messing with your old one) in and out of your leaking pussy, with your face buried in his jacket, muffling your whining.

The ghoul could have blown his load from the sight alone, yes he knew you liked him, and yes he knows you want him, but this? This was dirty, this was naughty, smelling his clothes and jerking off? You were just as horny as him, not really, no one is, but he'll take this.

"And here I thought only I had a scent fetish" he chuckles making his way to the end of the bed, plopping down to get a good view of your soaked vigina, he was fixated on the speed you pumped the toy in and out of you. Beetlejuice fumbled with his fly, pulling out his semi, the ghoul licks the palm of his hand, coding it is a nice layer of saliva before wrapping it around his cock. Beetlejuice starts off slowly, but it isnt long until his pace matches yours, imagining the toy between your legs was him, god slash satan he envied that peice of silicon.

"Beetlejuice" you whine bucking your hips up to meet the vibrator as it slid back in, you take another deep inhale of the jacket's scent and whine, beetlejuice groans in response.

"Such a dirty little thing, fuck- I expected to come home and see ya sleeping it in, ah- but this? Oh babes, I would have left it behind months ago to, oh god- to see you like this" the ghoul babbled, he really didnt want to finish before you, he wanted to enjoy this show for as long as possible.

You were absolutely lost in your little activity, using you non dominant hand to hold the demon's jacket to your nose, the scent drove you wild, you could imagine beetlejuice driving his cock into you over and over again, the idea of him fully dressed fucking you while you were completely naked made you tremble.

“Oh my god Bee, fuck, yes, please, fucking oh my god I want you to…Beetlejuice fuck…” you babble as you begin to pick up pace with the vibrator.

The ghoul drools at the show you oh so kindly are giving him, hearing you moan out his name, oh how he loved that sound, it wasnt the first time beetlejuice herd you moan out his name during your 'alone time' but it still made his toes curl as though it was.

Beetlejuice growls through his teeth, he was almost there, seeing you use his jacket in such a way was better than he ever could’ve imagined, yes he dreamed of you using his things for sexual satisfaction, he just thought he'd never see it.

Beetlejuice found that trying to keep the pace with you was growing too hard, he needed to finish, he needed you to finish. He didn’t want to cum before you, he needed to see you cum while using his jacket, he needed the image of you using his things to cum to be carved into his brain.

Thankfully, Beej is good at edging, this wasnt his first day being a peeping Tom, and it wont be the last, it wasnt easy, but he could do it, watching you whine and buck your hips because of him, sure made it a challenge though.

You were almost there, you stop pumping the toy, only for a second, to crank the vibrations to the higher setting, your hips jolt up as you press the jacket against your face muffling your screams, with the intensity up you were ready for the home stretch, you begin to move the toy again, in and out, imagining it was the ghoul you oh so loved. You could just imagine beetlejuice pressing you into the mattress with every thrust, all the dirty things he'd be saying to you, praising you for how well you take his fat cock, growling, biting, you couldn't take it anymore, you felt like you were gonna explode. God you wanted that smug bastard so badly, you loved him so much, you moved the hand holding the jacket against you face and brought it to your vagina, as one hand pumped the vibrator the other played with your clit. You groan through your teeth at the added simulation, if only you could see the demon infront of you.

Beetlejuice sat before you, jaw dropped, tongue hanging, drool dripping down his chin, panting. His cock was throbbing, leaking pre cum, he was ready to burst, honestly he surprised he hasn't yet, watching his y/n go to town on their pussy. Beetlejuice watched ad you hips bounced, and your toes curled, he could finally get a good look at your face, you were tearing up.

"Feels good doesnt babes? Wait till you get the real deal~"

"LAWRENCE!" You shout as your hips buck upwards, just then, something new happened, you squirted, thought you didnt notice, you were too busy, head lulled back, panting, and using the soft buzzing of the vibrator to ride out your orgasm.

But beetlejuice on the other hand saw, he saw you squirt when you called him, when you called him by his first name, a name you rarely used. The demon blew his load shortly after your little finale, an image that will always be treasured by him. Beetlejuice wipes the cum off his hand on his pant leg, and slides his now soft cock back into his pants. He watches you lay there for a moment before you gingerly sit up, reaching forward to turn off the vibrator and remove it from you, you flinch doing so, still tender. You give out a yawn and toss the toy on the floor mumble how you'll deal with it in the morning, adjusting your shirt to cover hour chest you slide under the covers, in minutes you were asleep, holding his jacket oh so tightly.

Beetlejuice envied the garment, and as much as the ghoul wanted to slide in next you now, he couldnt, you were naked from the waist down. But you did leave him a tasty snack, so he couldnt be mad at you. Beetlejuice snatches up the freshly used vibrator, still warm from your touch, and vanishes

"Good night y/n" his voice purrs in your ears,

"...Lawrence..."

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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thisdreamplace · 3 years

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Hey bestie, I would really appreciate your advice about my situation because you're the only person I trust when it comes to the law other than myself.

I confessed to my SP a week ago, and he feels the same way. So now, we're not dating but we both know that we're getting there. I was the one who wanted exclusivity within our situation, and he agreed. And yet I'm scared because his energy seems off. There's the fear that he's just agreeing because it's what I want, and I keep on affirming that he wants me and I've made an assumption a long time ago that my negative feelings don't manifest but I still feel scared. We're also long distance, and we've never met. He's been hanging out with a lot of new people lately, and you can already guess which fears of mine are being brought up to the surface. I have a lot of relationship trauma, I suffer from PTSD because of a past partner cheating, and I'm really tired of people saying not to fear that he'll do the same because circumstances don't matter — I already KNOW I'll be turned off if he does that. I'm sorry, but even if I'm aware that it's my doing, I would not tolerate that. I know I'd lose interest because I wouldn't want that in our history. It also feels awkward between us — the confession didn't go in the way I planned. We do feel the same way, he does say that he wants me, but I felt like it was underwhelming. Like something was missing.

I'm just very tired at this point. I spent all 2021 manifesting a different SP, but we didn't work out the way I wanted us to and I only said goodbye to them officially two months ago. I don't want to lose this SP like I lost the other one. And yes, my negative thoughts/feelings don't have to mean anything. Yes, spiralling doesn't have to mean anything. But I'm exhausted. And I'm jealous, I feel needy, I feel so insecure. Letting go scares me because I don't want him to change his mind while I'm gone. I don't want him to go off and have intimate moments he can't have with me because of distance. I don't want to suddenly be replaced as I disappear. I feel like I'm dying.

okay first of all u really need to take a step back here.

a lot of ur frustrations come from the fact you want the law to work for you, but then you’re also going to be mad if it works for you.

like, you have to understand this world is a mirror. your inner world is reflected by the outer world… good, bad, and indifferent. so stop putting all this weight into your sp and how they better show up. bc based off everything you admitted, you cannot sit here and be surprised if the things ur claiming you don’t want shine thru. you’re so busy trying to control this person which isnt it — you need to worry about controlling urself. there is no one to change but self. that is literal. lol i understand the heaviness you explained with worrying about what they may do while you’re “gone” but the hard pill to swallow is to realize sitting here ruminating over it doesn’t stop them neither. they aren’t going to put their life on pause because you decided to put your life on pause and wallow instead. it’s painful but let it be your wake up call that your world cannot change until you do.

if you have already decided they’re not worth it if they reflect the sides of YOU that you don’t like, then imo it’s best you really do take space because you have a lot to unpack here.

you don’t have to accept any type of behavior, and you can leave behind anyone that you want to in the process. but i also cannot applaud you for your idea of proving your self worth neither. because truly choosing yourself and truly proving your self worth begins with looking inside of you and doing what you need to do to stop repeating the experience of the old story. not going person to person hoping for a new experience. it simply doesnt make sense and it will not work — the mirror cannot reflect something that is not there. this is the side of the law a lot of people don’t want to accept. especially when it comes to a sp. but you’re being invited to look within and change the pattern once and for all. and it has everything to do with how you show up — not how you decide to react to your sp.

this is why imo, people saying you don’t need to heal is more detrimental than helpful. you have manifested your sp and instead of going in the direction you want you’re being dragged back down into your own shadows… take some time to really let the past pains go as well as any ideas you keep holding onto that don’t help you any longer. we latched onto those things as a safety net, but then we end up allowing them to keep us from what we truly want. you don’t have to live your life in these pains and fears. you can experience true love and freedom — but as long as you keep gripping onto the past you will have a more difficult time, such as what you are experiencing now.

i hope this helps you to shift where you are coming from and begin going in a new direction. you truly have a lot to face within yourself, and it sounds very heavy and will be uncomfortable. but you are definitely worth the journey. 💓

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” — Rumi

#sp #allowing

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silverechosandblankmasks · 3 years

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Platonic Polyam Bench Trio Marriage AU

You guys asked, so here I am to deliver! Platonic Polyam Bench Trio marriage au where Tommy marries into Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s platonic marriage. (focus on Tommy lol)

NOTE; These are about the c!characters and not the irl people, and I'm writing this like a poly queerplatonic relationship okay? None of this is intended to be romantic or anything else and anything that is in this list is PLATONIC INTENTIONS ONLY

Edit; Now called the Bench Husbands Au

-It kinda all kicks off when about a week or so after Tommy gets out of Prison. (Note, nothing after the first stream after Tommy gets out is canon in this au, as well as some things before)

-Tubbo and Tommy finally have a small fight and argument, before talking, like really talking and Tubbo invite Tommy to come live with them in the mansion in snowchester once its done.

-Tommy doesn't really want to... but he’s tired and lonely and still scared to death and Tubbo promises he’s safe with them, plus if they lived together they could plan on how to kill Dream easier as well.

-Ranboo doesn't mind but after that he tries to go talk to tommy more, but Tommy isnt... the most receptive? Tommy is suffering still and is feeling very replaced and lonely, but doesn't excuse his kinda snippy behavior with Ranboo

-This finally comes to ahead when Ranboo snaps and calls him out, leading to another small fight, before Tommy apologizes and they also talk. This one is more in depth though and Tommy talks about what happened in exile, in the prison, and just general shitty stuff that's being going on.

-Ranboo, in turn, talks to him about the voices and Dream’s voice and the sleepwalking and Tommy is very much more concerned about them then anyone else he told was, and validates the fear about it, and resolves to help Ranboo get rid of it somehow.

-After this, and both trying to convince the other they should tell Tubbo, that they both probably need to tell Tubbo. They want to keep him safe and not worry him, but... they both need help in different ways and they both love him enough to not do that to him.

-The night ends with lots of tears, Tubbo admitting his own traumas and tears and what he’s been not saying, and a promise to help each other.

-Its not a while after that actually Ranboo brings up the idea of adding Tommy to their marriage. He can tell the blond is struggling with feeling replaced and low-self esteem, and it would help him feel more equal and loved maybe? Tubbo thinks its a great idea and they go to ask Tommy.

-Tommy’s pretty uppity at first, he believes its just them pitying him and treating him like glass again, which he hates more then anything, but after they calm him down and explain they just want him to feel equal and that they both actually cared for him and wanted him to join in on their thing, he’s more contemplative. Ranboo nervously throws in a few other points, like how for legal reasons it could benefit him like it was for them, their allies had to leave him alone, plus Tubbo only started making his own hotel becuase he wanted Tommy to start interacting with him again, and-

-At this point Tommy just, interrupts and says yes, surprising them. They didn't exactly think he’d say no, but they thought it would be harder then that. He laughs at their expressions and says why not? Plus it stood to reason they’d want Tommy, everyone wanted Tommy.

-Ranboo and Tubbo exchange a look before bullying their now platonic fiancée. They agree to get married as soon as the Mansion is done, and till then Tommy can finish packing his stuff and a few other things he wanted to do.

-Also Tommy is totally not avoiding Michael because every pet he ever got close to has died and he doesn't want to get attached and risk Tubbo and Ranboo losing something they cared about because of him, no siree, why wouldn't you think that?

-Speaking of Michael!

-Its not all that strange to keep undead mobs like Zombie piglins as pets, in fact Zombie Piglins are the probably better undead mob to keep around due to their mostly passiveness if you want a pet and the fact they don't need much to eat and wont really be harmed if out leave them alone for long periods of time

-Though Tommy kinda thinks Tubbo and Ranboo’s insist on treating him like their child is weird, but he’s willing to let them have it, clearly it made them happy to play around

-Isn't until he finally moves in that he realizes that Michael is different then other zombie piglins and finds himself being pulled into the parent dynamic as well

-Though now that he thinks about it, something about Michael seems off… welp it's probably nothing :)

-When the mansion is done, he tears down the dirt shack and makes it a community garden and it becomes one of the only things that stays free of the red vines (who knew watering it with water from the holy land would make it untouchable? It's thanks to this garden later others figure out how to defeat the egg)

-They elect to not have a ceremony, not now at least but Tommy actually thinks a small wedding party would be fun at a later date. Ranboo doesn't mind much if they have one or not but Tubbo is actually very excited about planning it.

-Tommy wears his ring on a necklace most of the time, but occasionally wears it on his fingers, usually when he needs something to fiddle with.

-Ranboo wears his on his tail (the area right before to fluffy part) normally but also wears it on his finger sometimes when he feels like it. (If your version has horns, he also does that too) it just really depends on what he’s feeling and if he’s forgotten where he put it. He also like, never takes it off unless to move it around because he’s afraid to lose it.

-Tubbo wears his as an actual ring on his finger (though if he has horns, sometimes he puts it on one of em if he needs the ring to be off his hand.) Tubbo learned the hard way when building nukes or other machinery (since, if you can believe it, his husbands aren’t that comfortable with the nukes as he is) you can't wield or do high heat stuff while wearing metal and nearly lost his finger. He’s very lucky and he has a small scar from it.

-Each of them have their own rooms so they can have their own space and somewhere to go if they want time to themselves/store their stuff in, but there is a 4th room (directly across from Michaels) where they share and tend to curl up to sleep together. About 5 out of 7 days of the week, some combo of them are cuddling together at night, more if they're having a bad day or nightmares.

-There's multiple bathrooms in the mansion but there's one they all like the best and will fight over it/race to get into it first before the others and the other two will stalk off salty to use a different one

-They're all pretty tactile people but out of them, Tommy is the most tactile (once the fear of being hurt recess he practically attaches himself to the others) and Ranboo is the least (he won't seek out comfort and touch as much as the others unless he needs it, but is the best at telling when the other two need touch or need to be left alone) and Tubbo is in the middle of that.

-Tommy is the one that cooks most of the time, Ranboo is banned from it after The Incident and while Tubbo is okay at cooking, Tommy just knows more recipes and how to make things taste really good.

-Tommy picked up sewing from when he was a kid, even before he was found by Wilbur and adopted by Phil, it was useful to be able to patch the rags he called clothes, and just ended up continuing because his brothers and dad sucked at sewing. It then morphed into full tailoring because he found it relaxing and liked being able to make his own clothes. He can and will be insulted if anyone wears anything he deems ‘ugly’, especially his new husbands. He makes them clothes all the time, specially Michael.

-In fact he also cleans the most, he just gets bored and while he makes a mess, if the house gets to a certain point he gets really uncomfortable and overstimulated, so he cleans.

-DomesticInnit? In my au? More likely then you think!

-Gradually the whole ‘watching the prison’ and ‘planning to kill Dream’ starts to fade as he gets back into the groove of living again and therapy. He’s just… tired of Dream having a hold on everything Tommy does, he’s sick of it. So… he just tries to live these days one step at a time. (Healing arc baby! Dream can die mad UwU)

-Tommy dragged them both to Therapy with him after a while.

-Because of this he finds himself home a lot with Michael, especially if the other two are busy. They’ve pretty much decided that someone has to be home with Michael at all times, which is now 100% more doable with the 3 of them, and Puffy or Foolish babysit if there’s ever time they can't.

-Tommy is a lot less of a hovering helicopter parent then the others and was the one to finally convince them Michael cant live trapped in a room. Yes, they were all worried for his safety but… you can't raise a kid in a cell, even if it's a nice one. Tommy takes Michael out more

-Tommy started to sleep walking again once they moved in and he still gravitates towards water for some reason. Nothing more startling then waking up because you plunged into frigid below 0 temp water while sleepwalking. Ranboo also enderwalks/sleepwalks more as well and there've been some nights where Tubbo has had to track them both sleepily walking around and make sure they don't hurt themselves or drown or something. At least Ranboo is semi-aware when enderwalking and normally just does weird ender things, Tommy likes to apparently walk into oceans or climb the mansion and nearly fall off and wander hundreds of blocks away. Tubbo’s not salty at all, really.

-Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl are 100% salty the benchtrio got platonically married before they got married

-They fight about last names all the time despite none of them actally taking eachothers last name, and if they happen to pick and choose on which one they’re feeling based on mood, well they can do what they want!

-However its agreed Michael’s last name is hyphenated so he’s now ‘Michael Beloved-Underscore-Innit’

These are all I have for now, feel free to ask about it or use my ideas! <3

#dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #bench trio #benchtwt #mine #headcanons #au #my aus #Benchtrio platonic poly marrige au #NOW CALLED;#Bench Husbands AU

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cdroloisms · 4 years

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Sooo... how about that reveal that c!Sam wasn’t feeding c!Dream? I mean, we all knew it was coming, but still. The auto food dispenser probably broke or smtg bc when c!Sam came down, c!Dream asked if he was there to give them potatoes. (Also with him being shaken up by learning c!Tommy is alive, c!Sam might not remember or care to feed c!Dream, who has none of his stores of potatoes left.) So, assuming the dispenser is broken and he doesn’t know, why would he come down in the first place? 🟩⛏?

hello anon !! yeah that reveal ,, dang, we already knew that c!sam had presumably been starving c!dream, but to see not only c!dream but c!sam confirm it as well as it having lasted AT LEAST a week ,, d a n g . they are Not pulling any punches in this arc (which, i mean, judging on the q stream, isnt exactly surprising anymore,, but still)

in the prison guard stream, we see how the dispenser works - it’s not automatic as much as it’s remote, as c!sam or the prison guards still need to press a button in order to dispense food. he also says “i havent even been around to feed the prisoner” or something along those lines in tommy’s stream, so we can conclude that the decision to deprive c!dream of food after c!tommy’s death is INTENTIONAL,, which i mean. again. yikes.

anyway, here’s a snippet of c!dream finding out that the “automatic” feeder isnt as automatic as he might’ve thought - here, the dispenser + crying obsidian are installed at around the same time, so it’s between bad and sapnap’s visit

tw: starvation, disordered eating, abuse, mental illness, self-hatred, toxic relationship, gaslighting, disturbing imagery, dark content, c!sam/warden!sam critical (again, be careful with the content warnings)

Dream stares up at the hole in the obsidian, barely able to make out a glint of metal in the dark chute. The dispenser, just as expected, doesn’t respond to his glare, refuses to whir and click in the way that indicates food, and Dream bites his tongue, mumbles curses under his breath.

“Prick,” he blows a breath through his gritted teeth, only more irrationally angry when the dispenser, as expected, ignores him. “Some automatic dispenser, Warden.”

The walls don’t respond. Nothing responds, here, besides the dark dark thoughts swirling in his brain, and he thinks he’d prefer it if those didn’t - or maybe he doesn’t, because company is company, even if said company is the same litany of blood anger revenge pain you deserve this you deserve all of this you have destroyed the world now lie in the bed you have made pounding at the base of his skull. He drags his hand down his face; every minute is an hour, and every hour is a minute. Time has no meaning when your only frame of reference is eternity.

Even so, even he can tell that it’s been a long time since he’s had food, even by his usual standards - several days, at least, because the ever-present ache of hunger in his gut had swelled into something angrier, demanding, no longer as easy to ignore. Another stabbing round of pain nearly sends him to his knees, and just as he always he does, he clings to the feeling, gathers it into his hands, grabs it by the edges and directs the sharp edges into the words he spits at the indifferent walls. Let the Warden hear him - what can he possibly do?

Just as it always does, the fury in him peters out, drains, leaves him alone in the middle of his cell. He sinks the ground, arms wrapped around his stomach; a part of him wants to laugh at the irony. Some people think of silence as emptiness, void; he knows now that it’s anything but. Silence is suffocating, thick, so present that anything he says seems to get lost within it seconds after leaving his mouth. It grows and pushes into his limbs, becomes a weight tied around his throat, expands into the air in his lungs like a slowly inflating balloon until it’s pressed into every corner and space of the cell, every corner and space of him, taking up so much room that he can hardly breathe around it.

The hunger hollows him out, and the silence fills the space that’s left; Dream wonders how much more there is for him to lose before he’s completely empty, just a husk filled with the same liquid misery that drips down the walls. He wonders if anyone would care- laughs. As if.

“Dream.” The intercom crackles; Dream perks up at the voice, spine straightening against his will, and his hands tighten into fists as he realizes - prime, how pathetic is he, now? The voice deepens, becomes more insistent. “Prisoner.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Or maybe I’m not; you better come and check, yeah?” A humorless smile tugs at his lips, and a static-filled sigh comes through the speaker.

“This isn’t the time for games, Dream.”

Dream rolls his eyes. It’s not exactly the time to be a dick, either, but you don’t see me complaining. A flutter of something warm, joyful, rises in his chest at the sound of something- someone, other than his own voice, and he strangles it with a hand wrapped around his own throat - he won’t let them break him, won’t let himself become desperate enough to crave the attention of a man that hates him - he won’t- he can’t-

“Do you need something? Or were you yelling at the wall for no reason again?” Sam’s voice is steely, indifferent, on a knife’s edge between apathy and anger. “Don’t waste my time, prisoner.”

Dream bites down the snarky reply sitting on his tongue, breathes in, out through his nose until the fury is no longer blinding.

“Your fancy automatic jig is broken. The potato one. It’s not- working.” The hunger fogs his mind, makes it hard to think. He feels caged and weak and pathetic and he hates it.

“That’s because it’s not automatic.” Footsteps echo on the speakers, Dream tapping along to the rhythm before he realizes and stops himself, and a moment later the familiar whirring and clicking of the metal box comes from behind him and a small pile of potatoes fall down and splash into the water. “There. Is that all?”

Dream feels the fury rise, again, but doesn’t quite to keep the words back, this time.

“So what was the point of the whole automatic feeder, asshole? You’ve changed nothing! What’s the difference between that thing and you coming over to my cell besides that you’ve wasted a couple stacks of redstone? Congratu-fucking-lations, you’re a goddamn genius-”

“It’s remote now, so I don’t have to come into your cell.”

“Oh, so it’s just the good ol’ Warden looking for more ways to make the prisoner suffer, huh? Should’ve figured, you fucking self-righteous prick-”

“Dream.”

His mouth shuts with a click, a flash of fear searing through his muscles, white-hot, and by the time he’s blinked back the ringing in his ears the silence has stolen all the words from him, once again. Pathetic, he screams in his head, but his jaw remains firmly locked in place - the Warden’s won, per usual, and they both know it.

“Is that all?” He sounds impatient. Part of Dream wants nothing more than to never hear his voice again, and the other half of him rails at the idea of being alone with his thoughts once more. All of him hates himself, and all of him hates the silence; they’re the only two constants in this place. “You’ll have to speak up if you want anything.”

“How- long was it, since you last gave food?”

Static for a moment, then another. “It’s only been about a day.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’d know if you took care of your clock instead of destroying it, prisoner.”

“I’d know if you were less of a fucking prick.”

“Behave, and you might get it replaced.” The Warden’s breathing is harsh, almost labored - he must be angrier than Dream thought, then. “Speaking of which, you won’t be getting any for a day after this stunt.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared. It’s not like you don’t do this - what, every other day?”

“Do you want food or not?”

Dream’s teeth grind against each other; he breathes in, out. He hates this, hates the potatoes, hates the Warden, hates himself. Hates the way that a part of him recoils at the thought of making the Warden angry at him, reaches desperately for a chance to earn his clock- his approval. Attachments are weakness, he tells his traitorous heart, knowing that it, as always, will fail to stay away.

“Yes. Thank you.” The pleasantry burns on his tongue, tastes worse than the bitterness of raw potatoes that seems to be the only thing it knows, anymore.

“Good-bye, prisoner. Don’t make me come into the cell.”

The intercom cuts off with a click, the space that the static made immediately filled by silence. Dream watches it blankly, jaw sore from how tight it had been clenched, and begins to work his way through the first potato, nibbling at the pale flesh just enough to tide over the worst of the pain.

This is fine, he tells himself, and the walls stare at him impassively. He’s not sure they believe him.

He’s not sure how much longer he can believe himself.

#tw starvation #tw disordered eating #tw abuse #tw mental illness #tw self-hate #tw toxic relationship #tw gaslighting #tw disturbing imagery #tw dark content #c!sam critical #warden!sam critical #sorry sam #but starving people is still very not pogchamp #queue <3 #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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spirit-shroud · 3 years

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what are some roles that have been largely changed for cityrune? since you said queen was an influencer now :]

hi ty for asking me im vibrating. havent gotten to talk about this au now for three years and now that chapter 2 is like real and this time i can like........draw occasionally and i have more understanding of nuance...... [grips table] [screams]

this isnt quite what you asked but heres what's everyone from chapter 1 has been Up To with a little bit of context (and under a read more bc it got LENGTHY):

kris - professional stay at home teen (they live w/ asgore n help run the flower shop sometimes. this decision was entirely bc i dont like toriel). was wrongly diagnosed w Sudden Soul Rejection when they were incredibly young and given an experimental transplanted soul as a replacement. it works for them fine, give or take having to see gaster once a month for checkups. but sometimes the soul makes them skittish n decides they're going to sit in front of the pc and play 30 consecutive hours of a certain simulation game and not even let them drown people in the pool. if it were entirely up to them, they'd be like. passing out on the sofa to documentaries about bigfoot. or practicing cool knife tricks to impress their friends at their next tabletop meetup

- EDITED IN: the soul is kind of their friend. they are wearing a hypothetical get along shirt. most of the time, they agree on actions and things to do. tends to refer to themself + their soul as we/us which originally was just something they did in their head but they kept slipping in speech/text n just became a Thing of how they talk. switches to 'I/Me' whenever smth is wrong.

- also edited in: they believe the soul they have is their original soul bc nobody has told them otherwise. whenever theyre like 'oh yeah we think about our soul n view it as a separate entity to us like. all the time. it likes to hurt if we make too many choices it doesn't seem to like and kind of forces us to be a toned down version of what we want to be but thats just how souls are haha' and everyone is like.... 'Hey Kris That's Really Not How It Is.' theyre like. 'huh. gonna ignore that for now' - this was going to be a plot point

toriel - head of H0MEWOR1D (H01)'s department of education; kind of lost her roots as a simple math teacher as she was pushed into a lot of power she didn't even really seek out. divorced asgore over some miscommunications in their relationship; also loosely as a result of grief from asriel's death

asgore - the same. runs a lil flower/gift shop. people come in more to talk with him than to buy flowers most of the time, though

asriel Flowey - he's back in flower form, thanks to the government an accident. causes a lot of technology glitches wherever he goes, and wants revenge. isn't sure how to go about it. asriel "died" around 8 years before the story takes place and kris still misses him and refuses to even THINK about even the IDEA of calling someone their sibling after what happened, just in case it somehow happens a second time

susie - more of the same really. she spends most of her time either at grillby's (she's sort of become his assistant n helps with opening/closing. it just happened) or getting into low-stakes trouble w/ kris

noelle - she's in the city's equivalent of college and shes so tired. shes So Abysmally Tired n got kinda pushed 2 follow in her mom's footsteps. she's rarely around anymore except through text or on monsters & mages (dnd) night. (however.........she will come back w/ a long break n hang out w everyone again)

berdly - tbh i didnt even consider berdly when i made the au initially. idk what he's doing. probably in a similar situation to noelle??? canonically got kicked out of the M&M group due to clashes w/ other players but lurks in their group chat to posts memes sometimes

didnt rly think of any other of kris' classmates (+ their families) after ch1 and probably will continue to not, until chs 3-5 come out and i gotta whip up roles and histories for like. a lotta guys all of a sudden. i also forgot about noelle's parents

sans - runs a convenience store that everyone kind of thinks is a front, but also it has really cheap snacks and the local teens make a point of stopping there after school. so essentially, more of the same papyrus - similar to ut. is a very polite and sweet boy but you'll know when he's coming

grillby - he's back. he runs a bar like back in ut but the cozy vibes and weird-for-a-bar hours keep attracting kids who need parents, so half of his menu is comprised of overly sweet mocktails. usually only frequented by monsters

QC - same as usual. has a "rivalry" with grillbz but, theyre besties and have a book club

mettaton - he's real and he's back. he's similar to how he is back in ut w/ his EX body. likes to hang out at grillby's and talk to unsuspecting fans. has a show for everything

napstablook - similar to how they are in ut. helps mtt with making music sometimes. doesn't leave the house too often, but spends a lot of time posting on undernet

undyne - unfortunately. more of the same. she is a cop in the monster district. i am also upset by this but couldn't think of anything better for her

alphys - a doctor studying under dr. gaster in the hopes she'll one day take over his research. she spends most of her time as a nurse with a bigger title, though, and blocks out the weirdness of her job with anime.

gaster - weird guy. H01's top soul researcher and resident House wannabe. trying to manufacture the ultimate soul that can be controlled with simple internal switches, but so far he's only had 1 (very limited) success with a certain human. monsters just melt, and darkners just sorta......get weird... he's onto Something, though.

ralsei - lonely boy with some very strange hobbies. popular on UnderNet for poetry, baking videos, and general cryptid vibe. is the DM for the monsters & mages group (also seems to think everything is actually very fine in H01 when it is very much not)

lancer - about the same. professional Round Boy. lives w/ rouxls full time. follows susie around like a lost puppy and calls himself her "underling."

rouxls - runs a hotel/casino kind of deal where the objective Bad Guys hang out, and usually ends up doing any of the spade king's paperwork.

spade king - mafia godfather. kind of a dick. don't play cards with him

seam - works with the spade king as his right hand cat more or less because they have for a lot of years and are in that 'sunk cost fallacy' zone. thinks of retiring to a quiet life in the monster section of town like, daily

jevil - used to work with the spade king, but got imprisoned for Crimes. got weird after The Accident (separate from asriel's accident)

temmies (all) - dont really get mentioned except offhandedly but they run the monster space station. so far, are the only monsters who have ever been to space.

as far as chapter 2 goes:

yeah i dont have much so far for characters. in the original version of the au i accidentally made darkners as a whole just kinda..... not great? like all sorts of weird organized crime ties n sort of going out of their way to be A Problem to the city (not even in like. a revolution way. in a working against them but with the same goals kinda way). with the whole context it worked At The Time, bc i just had the spade king to look to as a villain, and also in this au the darkners are just trying to survive a world that ultimately was not built for them (that humans think they own, and monsters sort of... seeing this and wondering what it'll mean for them whichever one wins), but w/ new info abt how the dark world works n more guys to work with i want to kind of. edit the vibe a bit. like yea darkners will ultimately do whatever it takes to take over H01, but maybe in a better way than like. idk. all this. it doesnt have to be peaceful or anything it just has to be more adaptable as we meet more kinds of darkners

however yeah i thought up 'queen as some sort of childless mommy blogger/influencer' and that completely revived all memory i had of this au. she should be on mtt's talkshow. also she sells collectible wine glasses w/ her likeness

spamton is another one of gaster's failed soul experiments, but he hasn't melted yet, and seems............fine? sort of. so he hasn't gotten decommissioned yet. he does want to give you malware tho. hot monster singles in your area n all that

im blanking on the rest of the guys but i hope any of this was comprehensible

#kc takes questions #cityrune au #idk if tumblr still autotags things but if it does i am SORRY

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Can I Help You?

Paul (The Lost Boys) x Gay!male reader

Warnings: very vague mentions of violence, mentions of homophobia

Context: After being kicked out o his home by his father, (Y/n) finds himself at the Boardwalk, where a certain vampire offers him some comfort.

A/N: I've had this rattling around in my head for days, so I thought I'd write it out. I'm sorry if it isnt that great, I'm new to writing this sort of a character and I was a little sketchy on how Paul would react in this situation.

My feet ache from use as I trail onto the Boardwalk after a couple of hours of aimless wandering, my mind numbed after being encompassed by grief for so long, dried tears streaking my cheeks. No one gives me a second glance, not a care in the world given to the eighteen year old boy limping around the streets with a tattered rucksack strapped to his back, his jacket stained by the beer his father threw at him when he was kicked out. No, not a care in the world.

I tighten my fingers around the strap of my bag, trying to adjust the weight a little more evenly across my back, my shoulders protesting painfully as I try to mingle with the crowd, ignoring the bustling people around me with the intention of finding a place to sit for a while and think up a plan as to what the hell I'm supposed to do. In my ears, the cacophony of voices and tinny music is loud and harsh, especially after the shouting matches I took part in, not too long ago, a wince escaping me as a particularly rowdy surfer yells out to his friends from behind me. Starting, I manage to bump into someone behind me, who instinctively pushes me back with an angry curse, causing me to blurt out a rushed apology before I dart away from them, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Already, I can feel the tears resurfacing, their heated droplets threatening to spill out over my cheeks as I do my best to force them down again, a choking sensation rising in my throat. Stopping in my tracks, I frantically look around, disorientated with all the people pushing and shoving past me, the sounds all blurring into one as my vision does the same, panic and fear rising within me as I try to calm myself down, breathing heavily. Instinctually, I manage to work my way out of the crowd, my hands grasping at the low wall that separates the beach from the Boardwalk, my head tucked to my chest as I try my best to calm my erratic breathing and pounding heartbeat, focusing on the sensation of each gasp of air flowing in and out of my lungs.

Eventually, I find myself sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall behind me, my head thrown back to maximise the passage of air into my body, my rucksack cradled on my lap, the straps wrapped tightly around my fingers - a nervous habit I've never managed to shake. Sweat coats my forehead, my hair sticking to my skin uncomfortably even as I lift a hand to brush it away, more strands falling into place to replace the ones I move. Thankfully, my senses have returned to normal, though my resolve has once again broken, the tears of anger, betrayal and grief dripping steadily down my damp cheeks, leaving small spots on my denim jacket as they fall off my jaw, making me look as though I were in my own little raincloud of misery. For a while I stay sat there, drowning myself in my sorrows, wishing I had a bottle of hard alcohol to help me forget, even if the solution is only temporary, my mind aching and longing for relief.

I barely notice when someone sits next to me, only really looking up when they clear their throat, finding myself face to face with a familiar, handsome blonde, with a mess of hair on his head and warm blue eyes taking in my appearance, his lanky frame folding up neatly, yet somehow languidly at the same time, beside mine. On any over day, I would've spent hours just staring at someone as good looking as he is.

"C-can I h-help you?" I force out, my voice cracking with barely concealed emotion.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" The blonde responds, smirking gently at me, even though I don't return the gesture.

"If you want to, I guess." I say, frowning a bit in confusion, my arms tightening around my rucksack out of habit.

"Well then, can I help you?" He pushes, his smirk becoming an encouraging smile instead, "What happened?"

"Why do you care? No one else does." I sigh, bitterly, a little suspicious of his behaviour.

"Beacuse I hate seeing sweet people like you in pain." He replies, eyes softening when he notices the blush creeping onto my cheeks from the compliment.

"How do you know I'm sweet? I could be a monster." I point out, looking over at him.

Surprisingly, he chuckles at this, the sound sparking an odd feeling in my stomach, as if someone housed a hundred butterflies inside me.

"Trust me, you're no monster." He reassures me, his expression taking on a knowing look as I give him an unsure one, "And as for being sweet, I've seen you around here before, with your boyfriend, and there are very few people who I would consider sweeter. Speaking of which where is he?"

At the reminder, I look down, my heart wrenching painfully as I recall my last conversation with him.

"...you're worthless, (Y/n), so I'm ending it. Don't come near me ever again, unless you want me to show you how pathetic you really are."

He'd slammed the door on me then, but not after throwing our anniversary gift at me from the threshold, the little bracelet I bought him clattering against the hard ground at my feet, my heart tearing itself to pieces.

"Hey, what's wrong? What did I do?" My newfound companion breaks me from my thoughts, his voice laced with panic and concern, a hand placed hesitantly against my arm as he leans forwards to look me in the eye, his other hand coming around to cup my face. I blink away the tears before replying.

"You...you didn't do anything..." I manage to grit out between sobs, collecting myself enough to give him an answer, "He broke up with me, and then my dad threw me out. I've got nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I'm alone."

At my confession, his blue eyes cloud with shock and horror, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tries to respond.

"Why'd your dad throw you out?" He asks me quietly, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into my skin.

"Because I'm gay." I admit, looking down until he tilts my head back up to him, a determined look in his eyes.

"That doesn't make you a bad person. You are who you are, and it's his fault for not being able to see that. As for your ex, he'll soon realise he's missing out on a lifetime of greatness with you, and by then, it'll be too late for him to make amends. And if you need a place to stay and a friend to get you through it all, well, I'm here aren't I?"

Shock and surprise fill me at his offer, my mind already reeling at his show of kindness, my heart aching to go with him.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose..."

"Of course! There's plenty of space back home for one more tenant, though you'll have to deal with my friends and the fact that "home" is not necessarily the sort of thing you'd expect..." He confirms, sitting back on his heels as he waits for a reply, smiling at me.

"Well, if you're sure it's ok, then I'd love to come with you." I agree somewhat hesitantly, a little nervous after having only just meeting him.

"Of course. There is one condition, though."

"What is it?" I ask, hoping I'll be able to abide by this, and it won't be too costly.

"I'll need to take your name."

"My na...? Oh, yeah, of course. I'm (Y/n)." I respond, relief flooding my voice as I take his outstretched hand, blushing when he lifts it to his face and kisses my knuckles, shooting me a mischievous grin.

"Paul. It's nice to finally meet you." He says to me, helping me to my feet with a gentle pull, "You ever ridden a motorcycle before?"

"Err, I can't say I have, no."

"Well, there's a first time for everything. You just have to hold on. Tight." The blonde smirks, tugging me along to where a black and red motorcycle is leaning against the railing, a few tyre tracks around it showing where there were other bikes around it.

"O-k." I reply slowly, gingerly climbing up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist with some trepidation.

"We'll be home before you know it." And with that, the tall blonde lets out an ecstatic shriek as he kicks the engine into gear, the motorcycle swiftly jumping into motion. Despite my terror, a cautious grin creeps onto my face as we hurtle off onto the road and into a better future.

#joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #paul(the lost boys)#santa carla #the lost boys imagine

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years

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Life After Snowpiercer: End of the Line

Summery- Matts Alive! Curtis is given a choice, learns the truth about the kids, You are attacked, and also still alive! Some non con implied, but all mild.

Word Count- 5806

Chapter 4 / Masterlist

Curtis just shook his head in disbelief at the man before him, certainly grown up from the eleven year old boy he knew, but somethings never change. His eyes, Your eyes looking back at him, but they held a bit of coldness in them that yours didnt. “H-ow? What is going on. They TOOK you Matt.”Although Curtis always assured you to hold out hope Matt was alive, he knew the likelihood was not good, but he could have hope to keep you from feeling hopeless. Then after you had healed, accepted that it was a possibility, you still had the nightmares, crying in the dark for your brother, Curtis waking to your sobs and cradling you in close to protect you... of course he couldnt let you suffer like that. But here Matt was, alive.

“Yea, Wilford saved me Curtis from a life of shit. You all did this to yourselves back there. Always plotting and scheming to take control of what isnt fucken yours.” Matt looked his nose down at Curtis, glancing away at Claude and smiling fondly at her. “She knew that I wasnt like that, did you sweetheart?” He caressed the womans face and leaned down to peck her lips. “Nams still alive out there, can you watch over him and his daughter till were finished in here.” She complied with a soft nod, leaving the three men alone.

Wilford cleared his throat. “Oh trust me Curtis, Matt took a while to understand what the truth was. But he came around, didnt you son?” Smiling almost loving at Matt. “He understands what the train needs from him, and Im an old man now, I wont be here forever. You and Matt working together, well this train is my legacy and will continue on forever. With some help of course.” He moved to open a cupboard and Timmy crawled out, Curtis eyes widening at this next shock. Timmy to was alive! The boy just ignored Curtis though and proceeded to go up the stairs, and enter in a car.

“Timmy? What are you doing, get back here?!” Curtis called to the boy, but he merely buckled himself in and whoosh, he was gone. Curtis turned to look at Wilford and Matt “Where the fuck did he go?!”

“Into the engine of course, it builds up crud, and kids like Timmy, they clear it out, also run some of the gears that need help. Reason we need all those kids from the tail end is although the train is self sustaining, the parts wear out. Many have gone extinct, and we have no way to replace them anymore. We ran out of metal for workers to mold. So we need someone who can fit into tight spaces. Gotta be about 4 or 5, you tail enders are always so scrawny. When they outsize, we replace them.”

Jesus fucking christ... how many kids have they taken over the years? At least over 2 dozen. Oh Curtis.... He could hear your sorrow now, it broke your voice, picture the tears streaming down your face as you mourned for all those babies you all lost in the tale end. Curtis growled out “What happens once they age out?”

Matt rolled his shoulders nonchalant like “Well if someone here wants one, they can just take them as there own, or if no one else can use them in there service, we execute them. Originally we were just gonna bring them back, but hell over crowding has started becoming an issue. You all really need to learn more creative fucking methods. What was the term you used the other day Wilford? ‘Like a bunch of god damn rabbits back there?” He chuckled at his attempt of wit.

What the fuck did they do to you Matt?!

They have no idea, thought Curtis, all the people they broke taking the children. The parents weve found that died because it broke there heart, shattered there will to live. How many women in the tail end lived in FEAR, not at the dangers of child birth, but that they might lose there children and can not stop it. How many times you confessed to him that you just couldnt get pregnant, it was just to dangerous to bring a life into all this, although he knew that you want nothing more then to be a mom one day. They had no idea they caused all that pain.

Curtis, they fully know. They just dont care. Your voice flat, the truth.

Wilford shook his head, chuckling “Now now, we need them more now then ever. As I said before, the front end and tail end work together. We provide them with shelter, food and safety, they provide us with necessary replacement train parts and the occasional entertainment of cleaning up the excess baggage the train carries. Already were running smoother then before thanks to The Great Curtis Revolution.” That fucker is was still trying to make that a thing, Curtis could already see you rolling your eyes.

Matt cheerfully turned back towards Curtis. “And I heard that Y/N will be coming up to the front, since you two seem to be an item now. I say Curtis you will have more options now then just her if you want. Im sure after all this time your getting bored of her. Although I cant say Im surprised about you two, she always followed you since she met you like a little whimpering puppy. How is she anyways? I haven't thought about her in a while till Wilford brought you up. I suspect shes well.”

Curtis brows came together in anger at the mans words, at everything. That was his sister and he talked about her as if she was just a item Curtis happened to have possession of. “You havent thought about her? Your fucken kidding right? That woman constantly thinks about you, every damn day. Everything she does for others in the tail end is in your memory Matt. Even after all these years she has nightmares about how she couldnt save you, She thinks you will hate her because she cant get to you. And you havent thought about her this whole time?!” Curtis started laughing, shaking his head at all of it. Anger just making him snap at this point. “I cant believe im having this conversation with you of all people Matt. Fuck my life, they brainwashed you man. Everything about this.” Curtis waved his hand around and looked back at Matt, the laughter having died, now it was just cold facts he was raging out. “All this, its maybe more messed up then us starving and eating people, we were just trying to survive. You all think your some kind of gods for supposedly saving us and were a fucking game, you cant see why its so fucked up though, can you?!.”

Matt looked appalled over the outburst and Wilford spoke up “God Curtis your so over dramatic, cant you loosen up? Your acting like the fate of the world rests on you. Trust me, you have no control over that, and sounds like a good thing. I doubt you could handle that pressure. Look at you, so tightly wound.” Wilford made a motion like he had gone stiff, shaking.

Matt snorted in anger at the situation. “You act like you all werent happy for me, that it was my fault I earned my place by Wilfords side.” he basically spat out this next line. “That I should even care about what happened to either of you. That I deserved to be in that same shit hole as you? Wilford you really cant be serious about having Curtis be our Minister. He still lives in the old world view, has yet to embrace new world values. We are FUCKING GODS Curtis, make no mistake. Our word is the law on this train. People like my sister, all this for the people bullshit yall preached back there all the time, have no real place here. You both will get it soon enough.”

This was the final straw, Curtis couldnt, he just couldnt deal with the vile they were spewing, the lives they themselves sacrificed to try to kill him, and it was all a game to them, let alone the friends Curtis dragged into danger to get him here. With a twist, he tackled Wilford first, he had a pistol in his robes, it made sense. His right hand reared back and he caught the man unaware. When Curtis fist impacted, Wilfords head snapped back with a gush of blood exploding from his mouth and nose, those iced blue eyes rolled back and yes, it was that easy to just knock his senses askew.

Matt on the other hand had the upper hand, and he tried locking Curtis arms to his side, but a quick whip with his head backwards cracked against Mats face, and he howled out in anger and pain, releasing his hold against Curtis and cupping his face. “Your Fucker! You son of a bitch, I will kill you!” he screamed out. Clearly Matt forgot anything he learned in the tail end, cause he didnt even prepare for Curtis kick of his heavy treaded boots, hitting squarely in the chest and threw him back into the kitchenette.

Reaching wildly, Matt was able to grasp hold of a butcher knife from a black, slashing it so completely out of sync, that as Curtis ascended on him, he ducked backwards quickly when it wildly arched to him and his hand grabbed Mats wrist, twisting and crushing it in his single hand as he drew in close to the man, his hand grabbing his other hand to keep him from hitting him. “I would like to see you try, I came up here expecting alot more then over privileged cum stains like yourselves. Your finished.” He twisted Matts wrist further till he heard a snap, the knife clashing to the metal floor. Matt howled, not one of those cries out of pain, no this was a howl that almost sounded animalistic, he wrung his hand out of Curtis grasp and cradled it to his chest. Wasting no more time, Curtis ended up bashing his head into the overhead cupboards till he felt him go limp, releasing him to the floor. “Y/N, your brothers a fucking dick...” he muttered to himself.

One last issue to really take care of, Claude, she was out there guarding Yona and Nam. He heard her voice from outside of the gate, and going up behind it, he waited till he could see her yellow arm stretch beyond the gate, gun pointing inwards “Mat? answer me hon” and at that moment, Curtis pushed the door as hard as possible, crushing her into the door frame. She yelped out in pain and Curtis reached around to fist his hand in her hair and drag her into the room, kicking at her hand until it knocked the gun out. “Yona get in here now.” Claude hissed as she twisted and turned to get loose from Curtis and he gave her a vigorous shake to stun her, her hands trying to tug his loose from her scalp. “Your dead buddy, wait till Matt finds out you even touched me with your filthy paws.”

“I dont think hes doing much for a while sweetheart” Curtis promised her when Yona appeared in the room, wrinkling her nose at the scene before her. “We thought they would have killed you Curtis” She said softly while Nam followed along behind, sluggish. His face was pale and the rag he had pressed in his chest was soaked, still dripping big heavy drops of blood, gravity making a steady drip drip drip echo softly in this metal dungeon. “Not yet, they had other ideas apparently. Yona, can you sense where Timmy is? He went into the engine and we got to pull him out.” She had displayed hints of Clairvoyance throughout there journey, and she nodded, turning away to start searching. Claude chose this moment to start up again, smacking Curtis right in his gut and groin causing him to cuss out and tighten his grip in her hair to keep from releasing her.

“Fucken bitch” he hissed and having had enough of her, he knocked her upside the head, her screaming the whole time till she to went silent as her partners, she to was simply dropped to the floor with a thump. Still trying to catch his air once again, the ache going dull easy to ignore. Dont underestimate them Curtis a familiar whispered voice came to him, taking quick glances at the other two. He went to check Wilford, collecting his pistol still in his robe, and hobbled over to where Claude lost hers near the door. Handing one off to Nam, he spoke softly to him, to keep Yona from breaking concentration. “Are you okay?”

“Yea im fine.” The man grunted in his language, loosely translated by the box hanging off his neck. Just then he coughed and spat a wad of blood. It was clear he wasnt fine, just from the way he was wheezing, Curtis guessed at this point his lungs were filling with fluid. He had heard it before with others in the tail end. No one here was trained to drain it either, sure now that anyone who could was probably dead. He gave Nam a knowing look and the man cast a downwards glance. “Dont tell Yona, not yet.”

It was then Yona sprawled to the floor, clawing to pry up a tile “Curtis, hes here! Hes right under the tile.” her fingers scrambled against the smooth tile, and Curtis grabbed the abandoned butcher knife, wedging the tip into a crack, pushing till it popped open. What they opened was unlike anything Curtis had seen before. The small boy was squatting among the gears, digging his hands into chunks of oily gunk and digging it out, flinching every now and then when a piece of metal gear would cut shallowly into him, his arms were covered in bloody shallow knicks. Robotic like motions, he plunged his hand into the gunk and scooped out a handful. “Timmy! Timmy look up!” The little boy looked up, but it wasnt like he was seeing Curtis, more like through him. Curtis whats wrong with him? “Timmy you gotta get out of there, can you go back out?” I dont know Baby, I dont know what they done to him.

The boy just ignored him, his sightless gaze going back to the task at hand, and it was then Wilford made his presence known with a heavy groan, pushing himself up to a sit, swiping at his face. “Maybe I made a mistake with you Curtis... “ His gaze bleary as he sought out Curtis and Yona kneeling over the hole. “You just dont get what were doing here, cant see the bigger picture.” He moved to get up and Nam came between them, wheezing worst then before but ready to defend them. They were running out of time and Curtis knew it. A glance at his hand was the resolve he needed. I mean, it was the sacrifice he originally was going to make in a sense anyways. And into the gears his arm shot, stopping everything in its tracks, almost immediantly the gears all locked up, the train shuddered and wobbled unsteady.

Nam was blocking Wilford from ascending, but was struggling, surprise the gun had no fucking bullets in it, Yona reached in the gaps and stretched to reach for Timmy, who still seemed oblivious to what was going on above them. “Please Timmy, take my hand.” She turned her head to the side and stretched further, facing Matt whom now was starting to groan as well, Yona started to panic “Curtis, fuck hes waking up!” Panting through the pain of his arm getting crushed in the gears, he glanced to see Matt roll to his back, covering his face with a series of curses. Curtis, get my baby out of there, please! This time it was Tonyas voice yelling at him to save her child. Pushing Yona back with his free hand, he shot it into the one slot Timmy might fit through and grasped the boys skinny arm, hauling him up and pushing him to Yona who wrapped him up in her arms and started to pull back.

Matts foot connected squarely with Cutis jaw, wrenching his arm out of the gears, half skinning it in the process, his whole body flinging backwards. The enraged man landed on Curtis, trying to choke him out with his single hand, his broke wrist still cradling against his chest. Even with both short the use of an arm, Curtis was able to overpower him, pushing him to sprawl backwards. In there scuffle, the gun Curtis had tucked away in his jacket fell out and in both of there lunge to retrieve it, they scuffled it across the floor to land in the open hole. Matts eyes widened a bit “Oh shit!” It took a second for Curtis to understand what the issue was, yes that gun was loaded and it was currently twisting into the gears, making the entire train shudder, then a ping ping ping!

The pressure had set off the bullets in the weapon, and all around them steam shot out of the pipes. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking around with fear at the reaction, and there was another mighty shudder. “Its gonna go off the tracks, good job fuckers!” Wilford hissed out in a panicked rage. Another shudder and the nose of the train must have hit something, an ice block on the tracks Baby your voice sounding scared in his confused mind, cause it jerked upwards, loosing traction on the track, without the wheels working in tandem to keep the forward momentum. It scrambled everyone, slamming them to the left side, Curtis skidded on his backside, crashing into Matt, who slammed into the kitchenette cabinets. The kids they went flying backwards towards the half opened gate, falling into the car just behind, Wilford and Nam entangled together smashed into the bolted down kitchen table. Claude, she screamed in fear at just waking up to everyone being whipped around spinning backwards across the floor. The engine started to tip to its side. The side of the Engine suddenly was ripped away with a screech of metal and sparks, having hit cliff side rocks. Wilford and Nam got sucked out of the giant hole, and thats when Curtis went black, something falling and smashing him in the skull.

During this time, in the tail end, James was dragging you back down the aisle, your body bouncing against random bunks and junk scattered around from where they had torn everything apart. Finally he tossed you to sprawl on the ground and fell on your stomach, bouncing enough to knock the air out of you. “I thought we already talked about this hunny, just be a good girl and spread them. Not that I dont like it when you all fight a bit.” Thinking he had subdued you, he pulled back to hike up your coat and shirts to what he claimed as his prize. .

Taking a chance you twist and shoot a foot out to hit him in his chest to topple backwards and start to crawl away, but a large hand encircled your ankle and jerk you to fall on your belly with a omph! Panicked, your hands shoot out under a bunk to see if theres anything to hold onto. Your hand closes around a small shard, fitting in the palm. You snatch it as he keeps dragging you back, flipping you to your back with a smirk.

Calm down Y/N, wait for the right opportunity. Of course it was Curtis calm voice, the one he used when he was bringing you back from a panic attack. You take a deep breath, and change tactics on James, stopping trying to fight, you hold up a hand in surrender. “Please, I give! What do you want?” James hand fisted in your mess of hair, tipping your head back till your throat was exposed. Dragging his tongue over you, you fight back a wave of bile burning your throat at the feeling of the man all over you. “well what do you think sweetheart, I want your sweet pussy gripping the best dick you ever had and begging for more.” God how the fuck do you not gag at that. Concentrate Baby. Praise how good he is. you shudder in the mans grip as he starts to palm a bruised breast, twisting it painfully like before. Do I really have to Curtis?

Trust me Babygirl

“You made me feel so damn good last time, and I was so ungrateful.” trying to make your voice husky with false lust and looking up at him wide eyed. Reaching up you cup James face and bite your lip, giving it your all. “But how about this time you let me make you feel good? A thank you.” Leaning up your brush your lips against his, really putting your all into drawing him into the kiss. Fucker fell for it, and he got caught up in what you were doing with your tongue, where your hands were running all over him, palming his crotch through his pants. “Biggest ive ever had” Cant believe Im saying this. God I hate you bastards. You were fighting everything in you to not start crying in disgust. Finally when he was panting against your lips, you push him hard enough to make him roll, his hands grasping your hips to have you follow, and now.... now you fucking dick head, I have you right where I want you, you think triumphant when you straddle his stomach.

That you do baby, you know what to do next. Curtis hissed in your mind. Dont hesitate, hard and quick.

Arching up, you smile so sweetly at James looking up at you hazily. “God I knew you were a good fuck, but this is even better then I thought it could be.Tell me im the best, better then whatever his name was.” Tracing his chest, and winking at him to respond. “Oh baby, Curtis was nothing like you.” And with a quick twist of your wrist, you shove that shard of metal in his eye, pressing down hard and quick with your palm as you could. You literally felt it pop, and the warmth of blood shoot against your palm. “Hes every fucking thing a man should be!” Smashing your hand against the next vulnerable part of him, his nose, he bucks in pain underneath you, shooting you off. Tumbling, you scramble up and start running towards the back as James is screeching, dodging the unsuspecting hands of other guards reaching out of the bunks they were laying in, some of them following James choices and there captives started to fight back in the confusion you caused. “GET THAT WHORE!” James screeching, his hand covering his eye as he struggled up, red gore oozing between his fingers.

You were looking for anyplace to hide when thrown off your feet violently.

It wasnt another person, the train started rattling on its tracks and screeching, fishtailing back and forth. One violent turn and you were flung into the bars of a bunk, screaming out as pain blossomed white hot through your spine, tumbling now. Bottom was above you, crashing onto what should have been the roof of the train, items pelting you, bouncing off and crushing you. Your cries of shock and pain turning ragged when it all rolled once more, going right side up, the kids and other survivors going through a similar experience, whipping around and around as it kept rolling and bouncing. The back end of the train had gone off the side of a cliff and falling into a valley under the tracks. everyone whipped around and around, till it crashed to a stand still.

Groaning you push up under a bunch of random debris, and try to focus. Leaning over and puking from the dizziness, you push away from the mess and look around at other passengers and guards pushing themselves out of the mess, somewhere bright light was streaming in. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, you have to figure out how to get one of there guns before they take control again. Pushing up, you stumble around people, some of them eerily still, twisted bodies and blank stares. Not all survived. Relief flooded you as you saw more and more kids scrambling to your side. “Quick, find anything we can use as a weapon.” urging them with a hushed voice, they scattered to fulfill your request. Coming across a dead guard, your quick to strip him off anything valuables. Shouldering a rifle over your shoulder, more children and some of the women came back, fight in the adults eyes, most of the kids holding something they could use.

“Hey, Yall get yer asses back here!” some fucker drawled heavy accented, and a look over your shoulder saw that they had rejoined ranks. “Quick, get out that hole!” You urge your group, scrambling back the opposite way where the light was, bullets whizzed at you, ducking just in time, it clipped a woman next to you, fuck it was the woman who helped you before, Sara. Sara cried out grabbing her shoulder. Grabbing her waist, you tug her to follow along and aim the automatic rifle in your hand, just randomly shooting behind you as she climbed up to fall out of the hole with a yelp. No one followed you as you to scrambled out, maybe for once luck was on your side, there seemed to be alot less of them then there was of you survivors.

Crashing rather ungracefully over the edge of the train car, you land in the snow, and blinded you try looking around, drawing in for the first time in 18 years, fresh air. It burned your lungs,the intense cold and just that it was so god damn clean. Looking around your surrounded by cliffs, and as your eyes go into focus you can see where you all went over the edge, snow still rolling down, and scattered around you was a few more cars, above one hung precariously over the edge. Fuck, how did you all survive that? “Y/N, what do we do?” What do you do? What would Curtis do? You all had never discussed being on the outside. “We have to get away from here, they will be coming out any second after us.” Everyone shivered around you, wrapping arms around themselves. The entire group surrounding you wouldnt make it for long without shelter and heat.

“Curtis” You voice was soft, he missed that.

“Hey baby” He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“Curtis” You looked lost to him, confused.

“Im right here Babes” He held out an hand to reach for you.

“CURTIS” Why wouldnt you take his hand?

”Babygirl, whats wrong?” Striding over to reach for You, his brows coming together in confusion.

“CURTIS!” Fear and Panic etched all over you

He sat straight up with a gasp, Yona falling back from where she had been leaning over him, her face a look of fear and shock, tears tracking down her face. “What the fuck happened?!” Curtis cussed as he wildly looked around, Timmy was rocking on his heels next to Curtis, and he reached over to touch the boy, make sure he was real. “Yona... wheres Nam?” The girl shook her head, and straightened from where he knocked her over.

“Wilford and Dad are not here. That guy and girl are, over there.” She pointed among the mess. “But they wont wake up, I checked.” Curtis moved to get up, wincing. There was something broken, just ribs hopefully. He wouldnt be taking deep breaths anytime soon. And then his gaze went to his mangled hand, Okay this is more serious. Wincing as he pulled his sleeve over it to protect it, it had at least clotted enough to stop bleeding but had no idea what the real damage was yet on it. Timmy just stayed rocking nearby, Curtis debating what to do, the boy had obviously been traumatized by what had happened. But at this point, there was more pressing matters. “Yona, grab that butcher knife” Somehow they still had it.

Going to a panel, Curtis inspected it and with the knife, they managed to pry it off, and tossing the panel to the side. Ahhh, bingo, Curtis tested the wires and finding them not live wires, he started to pull and yank them out. “Cut these, a good three feet at least” He stretched it out, and Yona started slicing back and forth. Right now his first worry was Matt and Claude coming around before they could be tied up. He probably should just kill them after everything, but Curtis was just done with death. At least for now, and if You ever found out he had killed your brother, He simply couldnt. Claude, well we will see what ends up happening with that bitch. You snigger. Curtis had to hide a bit of a laugh, apparently his imagination made you a bit dark.

Yona, well he would be royally screwed without the girl, she was nimble and quick with her knots, the two of them dragging the still unconscious duo to a wall, tying them tight and far apart so they couldnt help one another, Curtis finally sighed in relief. At least for now he didnt have to worry about them at the moment. Yona again came to the rescue,having found coats in the other car, wrapping her and Timmy up.

“Theres a way out in the other car Curtis, a few are outside, just... standing around. I think they are high still.” Her own eyes bleary, it occurred to Curtis she to was coming down from the kronoles and alcohol she consumed on the trudge to the front. His voice soft “Are you okay yourself?” She twitched a bit and nodded. “Just after effects, nothing I havent felt before.” Curtis didnt like it, but he had to trust her, completely out of options. Yona took Timmys hand and together the three of them worked there way out of the Engine, and the next car, well it wasnt much better off then theres was, completely flipped over, several dead. Curtis was still questioning how they even made it out. What about the tail end? You? The anxiety of not knowing.... A deep breath was drawn in, and made him instantly regret that, fuck my ribs.

Popping his head out, rubbing at his face, he took it in. Oh God your voice echoes, and before him, stretched across the blinding whiteness of where you all ended up, was just destruction, chaos, and more death. Twisted metal cars, split open to spill out its contents to scatter across the snow, it seemed like the end wasnt to bad off the further he looked down the line, but shouldnt there be more?

Wheres the rest of the train Curtis?

Were going to go find out Y/N, Im not leaving you out there alone.

Nearby there was a small group of people, most of them were hiding in heavy fur coats, and watching them for a moment, Curtis pegged Yona to be right. These fuckers are high as a god damn kite. There were a few though, that looked more put together, and Curtis recognized one of them, his eyes narrowing. Right now he didnt have any of the typical gear on, but it was one of the men who would bring there protein bars. Wonder how many you I got to deal with? Curtis sighed, fuck he was so tired suddenly. “TImmy climb on my back” He ordered and squatted enough for the boy to wrap his arms around his neck. Going to the edge, he deemed it safe enough and jumped down, stifling a groan at the jolt in his ribs. His hand, god that was just a steady throb.

Yona inched to the edge, her feet coming over the edge, and she slid off as much as possible till she landed on Curtis shoulder, his arm wrapping around her thighs to keep her from tipping over and easing down for her to get off. As he straightened the men whom he dared guessed were some of the guards came over, they were scuffed, but not bad off as Curtis nearly was, and he braced himself for the typical aggression he knew from them, but they all held up there hands in a peace sign.

“Seriously man, were not going to do anything.” Curtis took a step back from them anyways, keeping the kids behind him. Yona peaked around him warily, studying them.

“Curtis right? weve heard of you. Listen, we have to look for survivors, this group over here is kind of useless right now, and these cars might have people trapped.” One started, another picked up.

“Front, Back.... it makes no difference now, Theres probably not enough left to make it count.”

“Right... suddenly im supposed to believe you all have a good conscious?” Curtis sure as hell wasnt going to trust them, 18 years of entrapment will do that to a man. Yona tugged on his jacket, and he spared her a look.

“Good, they will help us.” He nodded encouragment, and his gut twisted. The girl hadnt been wrong yet, but his mistrust and instinct was still was over riding that. He trusted another, and betrayed everything he believed in.

Curtis she hasnt been wrong yet, shes special.

Alright Alright, he thought, holding out his uninjured hand, he growled out. “truce for now... we wont give you any trouble. Were making our way towards the back to check on our people.” One of the guards winced.

“The back? We were coming over a bridge when the train derailled. Honestly the fact any of this is still here is shocking. Im sure the back end came off the rest of the train and went over the cliff side. A fall like that in a hunk of metal.” The man shrugged in a im sorry motion “The chances are not great anyone in those cars would survive such a fall. The tail end, its gone. Any survivors will be making there way up this way.” He looked over his shoulder and sure enough, people were slowly coming in groups. “Slim, the chances are slim, but... maybe...”

Slim, the chances were slim, but... maybe... it was all Curtis heard after he said those words.

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What is Love to you? true love, soulmates, the one where you're meant for each other? They saw it's hard to describe but i am curious about what you think and believe it to be? Bonus : also give examples through love songs { bc i want to die of romance }

~To Me, LOVE is : ~

Love is patient bc it means you’re willing to fight for the one who holds those feelings over your hearts {s}. Love is having somebody to die for bc there is no risk that you wouldn’t put yourself through to make sure they were alive and s a f e even if they didn’t feel the same or did and wanted you okay too. Love is wanting to help them out of the darkness but willing to be their companion through out it so long as they are alone because they don’t deserve to be alone. Love is sweat , blood and tears: it’s knowing not every moment is going to be pleasant but it’s fighting everyday to keep it because what you two have is real, its true and genuine and nothing can take away how powerful and everlasting it feels. Love is refusing to ever let them go because the way you two feel about each other, seeing them with someone else? is a pain unlike anything else because it’s unthinkable. Love is them being the last thing you think of before you fall asleep and the first thing you think of when you wake up. Love is giving someone the power to break you but hoping and begging and trusting them not too , the fear and risk that you’re putting yourself out there and being vulnerable with the chance of getting broken BUT then they don’t and the utter happiness that you found your other half through the glories and madness of all of time and space regardless of where you two originate.

Love is kind and it’s sweet : its not afraid to show them off to everyone else, being so proud to have them and cherish them like they are the most precious thing in all of creation. Love is worth fighting for , its finding them worth fighting for because you think they deserve everything good: friends, family, a love, .. a hand to hold through the glories and madness of everything life has to offer. Love is fights and arguments, battles and tears : it’s not putting up with the person’s crap and calling them out on their shit but rather doing this together then being apart and losing each other. Love is overcoming the obstacles bc it makes you two stronger rather than break you two apart. Love is continuously trying to woo them even after you’re already together. Love is seeing past all their darkness ; not overlooking it but giving them chances when you see something in them they might not see in themself: something good, something so opposite then what they might act on the outside. Love is seeing them through to their core : for all their good, their pain, their happiness, their dark side. Love is there being no darkness strong enough to ever make you two let ago, to tear you two from each other’s hearts. Love is never letting go, Love is there being nothing having the strength to take away what you two have.

Love is brave, because it gives you a rush, an edge : it makes you want to stand on something of the tallest height and scream about how happy you are. Love is dancing together , not needing music at three am in the kitchen. Love is slow passionate kisses as you bask in the warmth of each other close and the love you put into the softness of the lips moving together. Love is holding hands like a perfect fit as if they were made to be. Love is laughing together and embracing the good moments as they come because they could be gone in an instant. Love is each other’s smile that feels like it lights up their whole face with a sparkle to their eyes. Love is your soul and your hearts, everything in you going : ‘Oh that’s the one for me.” Love is where you go, i go. Love is i will always find you, its you and me always. Love doesn’t judge because its you seeing not just the good sides of each other but the w o r s t. Willingness to understand and listen and be there and comfort... to be their shoulder to cry on, to offer to be their bag to let loose their anger but them refusing to let you see them like that, refusing to hurt you. Love is doing anything to make them laugh and cheer up.

Love is the passion, the fiery intensity, the heated lingering gazes. Love is the feeling of static electricity making everything feel on edge when you two are in distance of each other. Everything around feeling like a barrier but the urge to say FUCK IT and move towards them and let loose your feelings and kiss them and claim them as your own. Love is making love : wanting to worship them like they are the most precious, rare and special of treasures. Love is not being afraid to go rougher, harder, to mark your claim on the one you love and care for because they trust you. Love is while not putting up with their crap, its also defending their honor when they weren't worthy of aggressors for whatever reason. Love is when their is a worry of hurt or loss or danger of the one you love, it's running to them, no hesitation determination and anyone having to hold you back but helpless in the end as you’re all protective and badass and fierce as you’d make anyone regret hurting them. You would want to be their shining savior but also be proud of their accomplishments like “that’s my ____ “ . Love is being able to communicate with looks alone without even needing to speak. Love is all you ever wanted being right there in front of you, maybe even when you were too blind and oblivious to see it.

To some, The best kind of love is the one that starts with friends because you have that additional closeness that comes from all with friendship from a platonic aspect which makes the crossover to romance even more sweeter and intense bc its like a slow-motion realization moment with flashbacks of history together and you realize and you’re in love and its like “oh shit.” Love is regardless of dimension, reality, universe?? You and them will always find each other because you’re connected. Love is finding your other half who knows you better than yourself besides yourself and your family. Love is running hand in hand , embracing everything to come t o g e t h e r. When love is really and truly real, it always finds a way. Love is not being able to imagine them not in your life and wanting them to be apart of it. Love is even when one is reckless and stupid and the other patches them up and scolds them, there is the sexual tension and the loving worrying softness. Love is not walking away when things get tough. Maybe its something in the way they talk, move, carry themselves but the feelings they inspire makes you want them to stay because you can’t live without them. Technically you could but why would you want to and if they feel the same, why should you two have to live without each other??

Love is continously falling in love with them all over again. Love is wanting them to meet your family bc you want them apart of it , for your family to love them and see what you see in them. Love is having products of your two’s love in little ones you two would be parents of in your own chaotic but brilliantly lovely way. Love is seeing them as this person worth cherishing, seeing that they have flaws so they are not perfect, someone else they think you would wish them to be BUT THATS THE POINT, they are them, they are worth cherishing and the fact that they have flaws makes you love them more. Why would you want them to be perfect?? Love is them making you feel in a way no one else ever can or could. Love is being unashamedly, recklessly, irrevocably, head and hearts and souls and body over everything, crazily, madly, dangerously, chaotically in love and lust with someone. Perhaps you would see love as wanting to save someone, finding them worth fighting for, appealing for a better nature that they might not have but the truth is, you make them feel and they want it to STOP. They refuse to have a weakness but at the same time, losing you?? They don’t want to lose the feeling you give and they are scared to give in and give a chance and try and be vulnerable But its them trusting and there being a better outcome than they hoped and if you hurt, they hurt. If they hurt, then you hurt.

True love, soulmates, the one for you, your other half, everything you ever wanted, your missing puzzle piece, your happiness and happy place, your anchor, your always and forever, your ‘its me and you no one else’ , your ‘i will always find you, we will always find each other.”, etc ????? Love is being each other’s light and anchor, knowing and trusting and being vulnerable, not giving up or abandoning the other. Love cherishes and it trusts, it isnt cruel or cowardly. It is brave and it is scary, it is its own adventure that some fear to tread out of fear of hurt. Love is endless respect, being proud and supportive, standing by one another’s side feeling like there is nothing that couldnt be done or accomplished together. Love is a promise that you never break. Love is endless and it is just... so much romance and cherishing and care and affection it would make your teeth rot out your head. It’s basking in happiness and feeling genuine peace. Love is the feeling of home with them. Love isn’t easy but it is always worth it because if you ever lost it, it can never be replaced. Love is thinking in an argument or fight that one is going to walk away and its going to be a brutal heartbreaking ending when instead its a denial, grabbing them and pulling them into you and working through the issues and showing your love. Love is rewriting the stars to where anything can be yours together regardless of what anyone else might think. Love is running together and running to each other. Love is comfort. Love is the feelings between you two better than anything in your dreams , tv shows, movies because its repeatedly experienced in dreams instead of watching it happen unconscious or through a screen, its right there in front of you.

Love is being made for each other, nothing can keep you two apart because you two were meant to find each other. Its up to you two. { im starting to write lyrics, dont judge me.} Love is feeling so much for the person but afraid to show it and the now or never , you never know if you dont try feelings bc once its gone, its g o n e. Love is choosing your own destiny and choosing one together. Love is a PROMISE : its swearing to each other in love, affection, care, honesty and trust, your bodies and your hearts. Love is not needing to be anything fake or dramatic or title like with each other as you two might be different around others, its just being able to be your two, just ______ and _______ {youre names ; just two hopelessly in love, living life together } Love is even if you two were physically seperated, nothing in your love to break it would change. A true love story never ends.

Love is always and forever.

{I could go on in continuation about what love is additionally to me but here is this to start with ^____^ }

-A

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Love songs? :

1) My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

{ think the scene in Titanic where Jack and Rose watch each other in slow motion as she got on the boat and decided to jump off back onto the sinking ship to go back to him ‘ the sadness of other passengers crying and escaping, saying goodbye. Her and Jack when they immediately reunited. ; Additionally its “I’ll never let go.” Its even in death, jts you two because youll find each other again. Its swearing to their promises they want you to make and you do. }

2) Brave by Tawgs Salter

3) Everything by LifeHouse

4) I Won’t Let You Go by Switchfoot

5) All I Ever Wanted by John Tyree

6) Rewrite The Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya from The Greatest Showman

7) Crazy In Love by Sofia Karlberg {Cover}

8) Stay by Rihanna

9) Perfect, Give Me Love, Kiss Me & Thinking Out Loud ... ALL by Ed Sheeran

10) Somebody To Die For : Hurts

11) The Other Side by Ruelle

{ just a few songs to kill ya of feels ;) }

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fan-dumb-trash · 6 years

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For your consideration: Remile Friends-to-Lovers featuring highschool theater shenanigans and self growth

Part Two Sis Part Three Part Four

Remy and Emile are friends, best friends in fact, but fate has a couple tricks up her sleeve to tear them apart, only to bring them back again.

This got longer than expected but theres more to the story after this oh yes indeed so buckle up cause part two is gonna be typed tomorrow when it isnt one in the morning so HERE YA GO @happiness-is-regret

Warnings: Divorce, parents fighting, mild panic attack, self depreciation, if there's more let me know!

So its seventh grade aka awkward central because puberty and acne and awkwardness and it's just awful all around and theres lil Remy who is NOT confident at all by anyone's standards

His parents argue a lot and he learned staying quiet is the best way not to get involved or yelled at in the crossfire so yeah

And then you got Emilie who kinda knows what's goin on but not really. He wears tie dye shirts and aviator glasses sometimes until he had to get actual frames over the summer but it was no big cause he was used to glasses anyways

But Emilie is wiser than the other kids and thinks cliques are stupid and he just loves cartoons and english okay stop teasing him for being a lil bit awkward okay STOp

But yeah he doesn't get friends easy and he tries to squirm in other friend groups but it doesn't feel right. Until Remy. Who is incredibly shy believe it or not! They have no classes together but somehow Remy mustered the courage to compliment Emilies pink hair and BOOM FRIENDSHIP

They eat lunch together. Some days it's in comfortable silence and other times its complaining about teachers or PE miles or this brat kid who vandalized a bathroom stall

And Remy starts warming up and realizing maybe the whole world isn't against him. Just because his home is a literal war zone doesn't mean being friends with Emile is doomed.

At the end of seventh grade the duos lunchtime friendship is going great! Emile is starting to get into cartoons and their convos are “OMG OKAY SO VOLTRON SEASON 2 IS OUT AND IM SCARED REMY I WANT TO CRY FOR MY SPACE CHILDREN ZARKON CAN YEET HIMSELF OFF A CLIFF AND-” “Woah their Em, slow it down sis”

As Remy gets more comfortable there is more teasing and nicknames and laughing but they dont hug and Emile isn't super affectionate but hugs are a thing for friends right???

One day on a weekend it's pretty bad for Remy at home. His parents are yelling and its loud and his breathings picking up and his eyes are shut and he's crying because is it his fault??? Why can't they stop stop stop STOP!

And he has to get out because he cant take it hearing they two people who he loves most fight with each other when they are supposed to love each other and his little brother Janus is sleeping thank god but he needs OUT right fucking now

So he hops out his window and runs. Two houses down and around the corner there's an open field that should probably have a house or a park but low income neighborhoods be like that sometimes ya know?

He runs in the field but then there's trees and a little path but wheres the end and the sun is setting now so he sits and looks at the sky and cries

Emile likes his peace and quiet. Hes and only child but his house gets cluttered with his parents (DOT AND LARRY FITE ME) and their thespian friends on the weekends especially around showtime and tec week so he walks in the field.

So when he comes across Remy he screeches and cusses and they're both apologizing and it's a mess but wait was Remy crying?!?!

So Emile is concerned and sits him back down and they talk. Remy says his parents are probably going to get a divorce and how they've been fighting and all that and Emile starts to understand why he's so sheltered

Remy's crying again so Emile asks “Hey, You can say no but can i hug you?” And Remy nods so they hug and they melt right into itm and they stay there for a while and watch the sunset.

From then on they are attached to the hip. Nothing can separate them. Emile invites Remy over for dinner and out to see his parents shows at the community theater and its fun! Remy kinda gets to be a kid and he has sas now! He sees its okay to be a bit absurd with Larry and how jokes are fine with Dot.

The boys are in the field again after dinner and Emile is talking about Dot and Larry, and Remy cant help but be envious. They're all so happy and perfect and he’ll never get that. He goes home and the glitter fades and he sleeps with music to drown out the shouting but its still there.

Remy says “I wish my parents were like yours. I wish I had that. It's not fucking fair Em”

Emile says “I wish I knew how to help… but I can't. All I can do is offer you a slice of normal and hope you aren't allergic” To which they both laugh. But the insecurity sticks. Remy wonders if he's just going to mess things up later or if him and Emile stop being friends what will happen

And it haunts him. Its summer and his parents get a divorce, but the yelling in person is replaced with battles in court and over text. He has to go to mediation a couple times and Emile is there the next day with icecream and steven universe

Emile starts to notice things. The way Remy's eyes are filled with fire as he banters with Larry or when he rants about things he's passionate about. The way he runs so fast in field like nothing can catch him not even the wind itself. The way his whole face glows when he laughs or how when it's silent with them and the sky, he closes his eyes and hums a song he doesn't know.

And he realizes he's in love and he's so scared because Remy doesn't need romance he needs stability. His world is crumbling and he needs his best friend. And Emilie hides it and surprises himself. Remy doesn't notice the way Emiles hugs last longer or the way he sighs as he walks away. He doesn't notice the stars. His mind is on other things. Remy doesn't have time to feel the same or explore feelings so he doesn't.

Eighth grade things go as normal. Emile is still hopelessly in love. Some nights he cries and some nights he thinks his feelings are finally gone. Some nights Remy sleeps over and they sneak into his moms room and but on stage makeup.

Emile almost kissed him when Remy made him a Jake and Finn card for his birthday. And it was hella cute and cheesy and had “love u babe” on the inside and “happy birthday, bitch” on it and it was classic.

But yeah he totally wasn't disappointed it wasn't Bubbline on the card what???

But then things just… stopped.

Remy stopped going to the field on weekends. He was busy when Emilie wanted to hang out. Em was worried at first that something was wrong at home and that he was lying until he saw Remy around at school with other kids. He was growing his hair out and had a leather jacket and when Emile said hi Remy smiled tight, nodded, and continued to talk to his new friends.

Then he noticed how they were the kids who liked sports or girls or always laughed loud in the cafeteria. He noticed how Remy's sass grew into straight up ego and how his confidence wasn't just with Emile it was with EVERYONE

People waved to him as he walked by. Everyone was “babe” “hun” “sweetie” and “sister” and Emilie felt less special.

And not Eighth Grade was nearly over and Emilie had lost his best friend to the rest of the world. Yes he was happy that Remy was confident and Yes he was happy he made new friends.

But back when Remy needed him, back when they dazzling smile was meant for him, back when the problems were so big you needed two people not just yourself- Emilie could hang on to Remy

But now that Remy didn't need him, he was left for trash. Emilie was heartbroken. He swore to himself he wouldn't let another boy break his heart to the point where cartoons couldn't even cheer him up. He cried when Ruby and Sapphire got married and when Bubbline kicked ass and he prayed for the day when he would have that.

Summer was torture and he never saw Remy in the field. Little did he know Remy was there, just in the trees or wandering at nights when his mom came home yelling and cussing. Emile thought the pain of the divorce was over when Remy was going to court once every 6 months and to family counseling weekly but did it help? No.

Highschool came and Remy climbed to social ladder. He hid the bags under his eyes with sunglasses and kept his pep and sass with starbucks coffee. Combat boots to make him taller.

And Emilie was still alone until Patton came along with Roman. They sat together and then Logan and Virgil joined. Sloane and Corbin who are juniors swung on by. Kai and Elliot would join them the next year and together they became the theatre troupe.

Emilie felt whole with this diverse group of many passions and interests and he couldn't help but smile more. He didn't feel so alone. But part of him still longed for that old friendship he has lost- but there was enough going on to forget it.

Emilie didn't notice Remy staring at him with his fiery eyes when his own friend group were so loud they didn't pay him mind. Remy started to see how the tie die pink haired boy grew up and moved his children with dignity and didn't take their tomfoolery. He saw how he would catch conflicts and mediate them. He saw his goofiness shine through all his actions. And he started to care for this new Emile, but also remember when it was just the two of them. New thoughts lead Remy to think it was him holding Emile back from this all along.

He began to think Emilie was better off without him dragging him down with his million problems. So he too began to embrace to noise and forget.

Next it was Sophomore year when the universe threw them back at each other...

#remy sanders #emilie picani #cartoon therapy #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts remy #sleep sanders #ts shorts #ts patton #patton sanders #remyxemile #sander sides #sander sides fic #cartoon therapy fic #remile bullet point fic #My writing #ray writes

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bytheangell · 5 years

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hi! I dont know if you're taking prompts or not but if you are could write magnus not wanting to see alec after lorenzo takes his magic back. like realistically he knows this isnt alecs fault but also a part of him is angry at alec for having to give up his magic for him not once but twice. and he stays with catarina or rapahel for a while

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“I have everything I need right here,” Magnus returned defiantly, determined in the heat of the moment not to show how truly broken he felt over having magic taken away from him twice now. He allows Alec to hold him in the aftermath, to comfort him, repeating soft reassurances into the side of his neck, breathing sighs of relief against his hair. And why shouldn’t he be relieved? Alec got what he wanted when he called Lorenzo here in the first place. And what does Magnus have? What does he get out of this deal?

He knows it isn’t fair, but the resentment towards Alec for the decision he practically forced upon him begins to grow almost immediately. Every time Alec smiles at him, every time Alec mentions how he’s going to be alright now, that he’s going to be better, Magnus feels the bitterness inside him grow. Alec didn’t make the decision, he has no right to blame him… but what he feels just then is far from rational and so he blames him anyway.

Magnus says he needs some air and Alec offers to go for a walk, Magnus shakes his head. He wants to go alone. He wants to clear his head. But Alec is insistent and Magnus can see that hint of fear in his eyes, that bit of him that’s afraid of what Magnus might do still after the decision he almost made earlier. So he smiles and agrees, but instead of clearing his head he just feels flares of anger every time Alec smiles, or laughs, or looks like things are okay now, even just for a second. He’s surprised to realize how furious he is over how content Alec is with the way things are right now.

“Come on, let’s go back to my room for the night. You must be exhausted.” Alec says when the sun starts to set, tugging Magnus’ hand in the direction of the Institute.

Except Magnus doesn’t move. He stands perfectly still, rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the idea of going back there not as a Warlock (which was bad enough) but as a Mundane. He’d take the judgement of Shadowhunters over their pity any day of the week.

“No.” Magnus says, realizing that he can’t keep doing this.

“...no? I mean we can keep walking, but it’s getting late and-”

“No, not-” Magnus starts, then stops again. “This isn’t about the walk, Alexander. It’s about-” he huffs, the emotions finally becoming so overwhelming they tumble out of him in clips and phrases instead of coherent thoughts. “I can’t go back there. I can’t stay at the Institute.”

“Oh,” Alec says, face falling before he recovers a bit. “Alright. Well, it’s late but I’m sure there’s somewhere with a vacancy we can find.”

Magnus considers this, wondering if it’d be enough distance from the situation to clear his head a bit, but the moment he looks over at that hesitant, hopeful half-smile on Alec’s face, a confused expression that very clearly reads ‘I don’t know why you’re making this harder than it has to be for me to help you’ look, he knows he can’t agree to that, either.

“I think I need some time away… from all of this.”

“Oh,” Alec repeats, but this time there’s no recovering once the realization hits him. “You don’t just want to get away from the Institute, you want to get away from me.”

“It isn’t personal-” “It isn’t personal that you don’t want to be with me?” Alec cuts in, but immediately winces as the words leave his mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” But Alec trails off, not sure what to say. “I just want to help you, Magnus. Please, let me be here for you.”

Magnus feels a wave of guilt on top of the anger and pain he’s already drowning under at the look of hurt on Alec’s face, the desperation he feels evident in his words.

“I don’t think those two things can be synonymous right now, Alexander,” Magnus admits. He can’t look at Alec and feel grateful that he’s alive if it’s at the cost of his magic. And he can’t keep shoving the resentment down every time Alec says something meant to be reassuring. He prays that Alec will understand, or at least not fight him on this one, because he doesn’t think he has the strength to say those things to his boyfriend’s face.

There’s a long, strained silence that follows. Magnus feels the tightness in his chest as he anxiously waits for any sort of reaction from Alec, and Alec’s eyes dart back and forth across Magnus’ face, reading him and assessing the situation the best he can before speaking again.

“Okay. If that’s what you need right now, if that’s what’s going to help you…” It’s obvious that Alec doesn’t agree with the decision, but he nods just the same, giving a resigned sigh. “Where will you go?”

Magnus, admittedly, hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Catarina’s?” He doubts she’ll turn him away, and if she does for some reason he can always get himself a motel, or something.

“Alright. I’ll just-- call me when you’re there?” Alec looks more unsure of himself than Magnus has seen him in weeks. His hands fidget like he doesn’t know where to put them, eyes moving across all of Magnus, unable to settle on where to look but unable to meet his gaze.

“Of course.” Just in case there’s any doubt, because Magnus knows how this looks, he knows how it must sound, he crosses the space between them and places a soft kiss to the corner of Alec’s mouth. “I love you.” It isn’t a lie. He’s angry, and frustrated, and more than a little overwhelmed, but he still loves Alec and all his well-meant intentions, even if he can’t be around them at the moment.

“I love you, too.” Alec replies, and the tension in his shoulders eases slightly at the words.

Magnus manages the briefest flicker of a half-smile before turning and walking away.

---

Cat, a better friend than he deserves most of the time, welcomes him into her apartment with open arms. She doesn’t pry at first, instead giving him some time to himself while she volunteers to portal over to the Institute and grab a few things of his from Alec’s room for him. It’s a small gesture but it shows she already knows exactly why he’s here, even before he’s able to get his head straight enough to explain it out loud.

When she gets back he’s already asleep on the sofa so she puts a blanket over him and goes to sleep herself.

At first he isn’t sure if staying with two warlocks is going to help. Catarina asks exactly once, the first morning he wakes up to her cooking breakfast using her magic, if she’d prefer for her and Madzie to not use their powers around him. It’s a kind gesture but he turns it down. The reminders hurt, but he feels no ill will towards them for having it. It’s a good start to figuring out exactly where his emotions over losing Lorenzo’s magic are coming from, at least.

He still feels lost, though. Losing this replacement magic somehow hurts more, probably because he has nothing to show for it in return. He didn’t do it to save Jace, or Alec. He did it to save himself, and it hardly seems worth it if this is the life he saved.

He sleeps a lot. He plays with Madzie. He forces himself to check the paper for apartments, chest aching just a little every time one boasts the walk-in closet Alec promised him, and he makes himself useful around Cat’s place so he isn’t just freeloading. He drinks, but not around Cat or Madzie, only at night after they both go to sleep. For the first two days he just tries to not think about anything at all, which is impossible, but he makes a valiant effort. He certainly doesn’t talk about losing his magic, or Alec, or why he left to come here.

In fact, he doesn’t sit down to talk with Catarina about everything that drove him here until the third day.

“I’m just so angry at him, Cat. For going to Lorenzo for help. For taking my magic away from me twice. If it wasn’t for him I could’ve kept it. I would’ve kept it.” He knows of all the things to blame Alexander for, being upset that he, essentially, saved Magnus’ life hardly seems fair.

But Magnus’ life is far from fair right now.

“One some level I know I shouldn’t be so mad. I could’ve said no, but...”

“But you know he wouldn’t accept any other decision.” Cat fills in. “I know. He talked to me quite a bit while you were unconscious. It was… he loves you. A lot. So much so it clouds his ability to think objectively about things like this; to see them from your side, and not just his.”

“He wouldn’t even hear me out when I tried to explain it might be worth… worth the risk.” They both knew what that risk was, but he couldn’t look his oldest friend in the eyes and admit he would be willing to consider leave even her right now, if it got his magic back for a short while. “After everything he said to me, how was I supposed to tell him I still needed it? He forced my hand - if I kept it, it would’ve been as good as saying I didn’t care about him.”

Catarina says nothing, sipping at the warm mug in her hands, the last of her omelette forgotten. “This isn’t me. This isn’t who I want to be, but he’s so goddamn fine with it. He’s just as happy to watch me grow old and die without batting an eyelash. I love him, Cat. But I can’t love him while I’m so consumed with this… despair sounds so goddamn dramatic, but I feel like my very soul is missing without magic.”

“Then you need to make sure he understands that. He just wants you alive. He needs you to be here, and that’s enough for him. He obviously doesn’t understand why that isn’t enough for you. And you,” she says, tone turning pointed. “Need to decide if this life can be enough for you, one day. Because we’re all still trying to find ways to get you magic back. But if we can’t…”

Magnus shudders involuntarily at the thought. He knows it’s a very real possibility that this is it for him. He just can’t accept it the way everyone around him seems to be able to.

“You’re the one who has to live it, Magnus. But if you keep pushing everyone away who tries to help then you’re going to be living it alone. I’ve seen you go down that road once before and I’d rather not watch it happen again.”

He nods, and then retreats the guest room that Cat set up for him after he fell asleep on the sofa that first night. He has a lot to think about… things he probably should’ve been working on the past few days instead of ignoring them. Sleep doesn’t come easily, not with everything weighing on his mind after he closes his eyes, and when it does come it’s restless, his body’s tossing and turning reflective of the back-and-forth inside his head on what he needs to do next.

---

Magnus wakes up early enough to make breakfast every morning after the first, and by the fourth morning he and Madzie are already developing a bit of a routine.

“Good morning, Sweetheart!” Magnus says, waking the young warlock up to eat. “I made pancakes, better get them before they’re cold and all the whipped cream melts!”

She bounds out of bed eagerly, and Catarina laughs. “If I knew a little whipped cream at breakfast was the trick to getting her out of bed I would’ve stocked up ages ago,” she chuckles.

“I’m glad you’re sleeping over so often,” Madzie says after her first forkful of food. “But Alec misses having you sleep over with him, even though he doesn’t want you to know that. I think you should go back, I don’t mind sharing! I bet he misses the pancakes, too. He looked really sad when I was telling him about them.” The words tumble out in innocence as she takes another large bite.

“...when did you talk to Alec, Madzie?” Cat questions, taking a few steps into the dining area.

She ducks her head down at the question. “I went to see him last night. Just real quick, and he wasn’t mad, I promise! I just wanted to say hi.”

Magnus frowns. Madzie asked to see Alec a couple of times over the last few days, or to have Alec come over with Magnus. They kept saying he was busy, but clearly Madzie decided she missed him too much to buy that for another day.

“Madzie! You can’t just do things like that without asking me first!” Cat scolds, a worried look on her face aimed not at Madzie, but at Magnus, who bites down on his lower lip.

“But you said I can always trust Alec,” she points out, confused, and Magnus’ heart aches. The last thing he wants is for her to think she can’t go to him just because they’re having a… whatever this is. It’s hardly a fight when Alec just nodded and let him walk away, after all. “Of course you can. And I bet he was thrilled to see you, Sweetpea.” Magnus says, with a strange, strained look on his face. “...I should call him. Excuse me.”

A minute later he’s in the hallway, Alec’s contact info pulled up on his cell.“Alexander? Are you busy today? I’d like to come over and talk... If you want to.”

---

Two hours later and Magnus knocks on the door to Alec’s office before going in, feeling far more nervous than he wants to be.

“What, no pancakes?” Alec asks, eyebrow raised. “I don’t know what you’re--” Magnus starts, but Alec only shakes his head.

“I know Madzie told you she was here. Why else would you call all of a sudden?” Magnus is positive he can hear an underlying current of bitterness there. It isn’t entirely undeserved; he didn’t so much as text Alec after he walked away after their walk 4 days ago. “It isn’t like that. I just… I didn’t want to talk and not have anything to say. Or say the wrong things. I had to get my thoughts in order and figure out what I needed, and not do it in the pressure of the moment.” Honest, he reminds himself. He promised Cat he’d be honest, even if it hurt, otherwise what was the point?

“And do you? Have it all figured out now?” Alec asks, but his words are softer now. Magnus thinks, just for a second, he sees a flash of worry cross Alec’s face.

“No. But I have a better idea now than I did in that Infirmary, I think.” Magnus admits. He takes a deep breath and lets go. Everything he thought, everything he felt, from blaming Alec for guilting him into the decision he made to how he really feels without his magic, no sugar coating it this time, and everything in between. He talks for minutes on end, and when he falls silent Alec says nothing, only waits and listens.

Really listens this time, hearing the things he doesn’t want to, and Magnus watches him hurt more with every confession Magnus gives, every truth he bears. It’s the most vulnerable he’s felt with anyone, ever. And the fact that he’s allowing himself to do this here, with Alec, makes everything fall into place for him.

This is him at his worst - angry, afraid, irrational, hopeless. Every quality of his that ever pushed someone away, every irredeemable thought that made him unlovable, is wrapped up inside of him now in this moment. And instead of leaving, Alec stays. He sits. He listens to every word but he stays.

For Magnus.

The realization stops him mid-sentence.

“...what is it?” Alec asks, speaking for the first time since Magnus started because there’s a strange look on his face that wasn’t there before.

“Nothing, I just... realized something.” Magnus says, surprised at the small smile forming on his lips at inescapable truth that if there’s someone he’s willing to try making this work with, it’s Alec. He’s already lost his magic. It’s gone, done, and there’s nothing he can do about it. But he hasn’t lost Alec… not yet.

If Alec still sees something in him worth keeping, something worth fighting for, perhaps he owes it to the both of them to stay and see if Alec’s right.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #catarina loss #madzie #Sorry this took a little bit!#it's always a little harder to make something like this feel canon after knowing how it plays out #but I hope you like what I came up with! <3 #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #anon glamour activated #ask rune

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formerlyrunephoenix6769 · 6 years

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Emerald V’s Neo: Is it on the Cards?

Could Neo trigger Emerald’s path to redemption?

In this post I am going to attempt to break down, a theory and a potential path/ story arc for our favorite thief.

WARNING: NOT SPOILER FREE.

A villain can only be redeemed or set on a path to redemption one of two ways.

1) They show they are conflicted about their current actions

2) They realize the error of their ways.

PRELUDE: THE TIES THAT BIND.

Of all the villains we have seen so far, Emerald Sustrai is the most conflicted, if not the only one who seems she isnt quite on board with Salem’s faction.

We first saw this sickle of doubt back in Vol 3.

And finally got confirmation in V6E9 Lost, that she is in fact questioning her allegiances, going so far as to voice her doubts to Mercury.

However, we have been made aware of her motivations for staying and where her true loyalties lie.

Cinder Fall, took her off the streets, said she would never be hungry again and gave her a purpose

“I owe Cinder everything!”

We can speculate to the exact nature of Emerald’s feelings towards Cinder but it cannot be denied that they run deep, especially with her emotionally devastated reaction to Cinder’s demise in Vol 5.

But there is one thing that is glaringly apparent.

Cinder does not return those feelings or see Emerald as anything else other than her underling or dogs body.

This is not something that Emerald at the moment is willing to accept even after Mercury gave her some hard truths, in V6E9 Lost.

“You’re in denial. And if you’re gonna start having a crisis of identity or some crap... keep me out of it”

So in order for Emerald to truly set out on the path to redemption she must first accept that Cinder doesnt care for her and make moves to sever ties.

Well, how does Emerald get to the point of accepting the truth and breaking away?

In order to get to that point we must first look at the difference with which Cinder treats Emerald in comparison to Neo.

REFLECTIONS:

@yurireview has a great post titled “Cinder and Neo an unlikely friendship.”, and they make some really interesting points and good observations. I would suggest checking it out. You can head on over to theirs or find it on my blog.

How does Neo tie into this?

In this scenario, Neo is an unassuming third party. Neo holds no affection or affinity for Cinder. She has merely engaged in a mutually beneficial partnership in order to achieve her goal of avenging, her mentor, Roman’s death.

She has no ties that bind her to Cinder or Salem’s faction.

However....

Cinder has always treated Neo with a modicum of begrudging respect, going so far to dare I say, treat her as an equal.

Respecting Neo’s ground rules and space,

Accepting Neo’s sass,

Even complimenting her on a job well done, when Neo showed initiative.

If we mirror this with the way that Cinder chastised Emerald about doing something similar.

Cinder in no way sees Emerald as an equal. She sees her someone who should do as she dictates, as a ‘disciple’, an interesting choice of word given Cinder’s ego mania, she sees herself as above Emerald and Mercury, something akin to a God.

When meeting Adam Taurus, Emerald and Mercury kneel behind Cinder.

Unlike with Neo, they will never be on equal footing.

CATALYST: MAKING THE CUT.

We know that Emerald has sought out to change her and Cinder’s roles of subordinate and ‘boss’ from the formal to the informal, something almost akin to friendship.

No acknowledgement of reciprocation has ever come from Cinder’s side.

I am sure that in the future when Emerald and Cinder are finally reunited that Emerald will not only be ecstatic to see her but will also be tripping over herself to apologize profusely at leaving Cinder behind and no doubt Cinder will be dismissive of this emotional familiarity, crushing Emerald in the process.

However between Cinder and Neo the reciprocation of the informal has been acknowledged, going so far as to share a ‘light banter’ and a joke.

If this back and forth continues between the pair in Emerald’s company, especially so close on the heels of being brushed aside. Perceiving someone else as receiving what she has so badly craved will not doubt sow the seeds of jealousy.

THE SET UP:

(Simply, Cinder could leave Emerald behind to die at a later stage, which would be entirely in character, as a punishment for the perceived betrayal of leaving her behind in Haven, though Hazel, Emerald and Mercury could have no way of knowing that Cinder survived the fall, even if they went down to the chamber to investigate, but that isnt something that Cinder would likely take into consideration.

It would be a rude awakening for our thief. But it begs the question, Would it be enough? Or would Emerald believe it is something she deserves?)

It is doubtful.

Emerald will need something far deeper than that to shake her loyalty. Something that cuts her to the bone.

Seeing she has been easily replaced with someone far more useful, perhaps?

It may even fuel the fires of a confrontation.

FACE OFF: THE BATTLE OF THE SEMBLANCES.

As of the end of Vol 6, all of Salem’s faction are descending on Atlas giving way to the perfect opportunity for the above scenario to play out.

The question is who would win.

No doubt in 1v1, Neo would come out the victor. Though Emerald should not be written off entirely. Unfortunately we have not seen the thief go full hog 1v1 with a person but we have seen her take a number of Grimm, approaching the situation with a confidence that suggests that she is more than capable of handling herself.

We have seen on a number of occasions in a 1v1 that Neo is more than well equipped to take on whom ever steps into the ring and also shrewd enough to know when she is out matched.

Neo has also learned under Roman’s tutelage that sometimes it is prudent to inconvenience yourself to the detriment of the bigger picture and to achieve your goal at a later date. Opening up the possibility to Neo simply throwing a fight in order to stay close to her enemy.

Now that the hand to hand is out of the way, it is the semblances that have the potential to make an Emerald v’s Neo interesting.

The pair have quite similar semblances from different ends of the spectrum, but both deal with illusions in some capacity.

Emerald’s can twist her opponent's mind, make them see what isnt there, to the point that an opponent can interact with those illusions. Whilst Neo can disguise what her opponent sees.

Both have their limits.

Neo @matteskye has a great post titled “Using her semblance took a toll on Neo.”

And we still dont know if Neo ‘teleports’ or simply bends light to make it appear to her opponent that she is no longer there.

We have yet to see how this effected Emerald, if at all, with regards to what is she capable of now?

These factors alone means that a fight between these two has such amazing potential on so many different levels.

If a confrontation was to occur, Cinder was to come down on Neo’s side, thereby adding insult to injury , coupled with Neo being taken into Cinder’s confidence in ways that she is not, thereby making Emerald feel replaced.

Or Emerald was to lose, be injured and then left behind.

Could it be the last straw that breaks the camels back, triggering Emerald to sever ties with Cinder and ultimately leave Salem’s faction?

OTHER AVENUES:

Upon Cinder’s return, it may not culminate in a confrontation but rather Emerald could simply accept all of the above , serving to create a larger distance between C&E as Neo becomes increasingly closer to Cinder, even if it is a ruse to enact revenge on those she deems responsible for Roman’s death.

As Emerald continues to feel further isolated from Cinder’s faction and thereby her control, Emerald could simply see the slaughter that is about to be wrought upon Atlas, be sickened by it and take the opportunity to bolt whilst the chaos unfolds.

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Flint and Steel

This was requested by @ask-villegas-sides

PLOT: reese and beckett are known as the weasley twins of the mindscape, but when one of their antics goes too far one day, flint ducks out and they realize their mistake and have to make things right.

WARNINGS: Arson, Fire, Breakdown, Yelling.

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"This was Going to be the most epic prank yet!" well at least thats what Reese told themselves.

"are you sure this isnt a bit much?" Beckett asked bottle of lighter fluid in hand.

"it will be fine. its not like were actually gonna burn it all! just pretend!" Reese said a pile of schedules, books, lists, and other files they had gathered from flints room in there arms.

The two pranksters had moved all of the furniture from the main living space of the mind scape to the side so they wouldnt hurt anything else in the room. reese checked the time and piled the many binders, books, and folders into the middle of the room.

"ok flint will be back any second from helping Riley." reese said as beckett dowsed the pile in lighter fluid.

"your sure these are the fake ones?" beckett asked pulling out the match box.

reese didnt repond as he was looking at the clock. "reese?"

"huh? oh yeah yeah they're fake. stop worrying so much! this is gonna be hilarious!" reese exclaimed.

becket nodded. lighting a match as the clock reached 2:30 and tossing it to the pile in the middle of the floor and they waited. they snickered and giggled. as they heard flint moving arouns frantically in their room looking for the missing supplies.

soon footsteps were heard and flint came walking down the hall. "okay what have you done with MY STUFF!!" flint stepped back away from the barely controlled fire that was burning the now barely recognisable years of facts, books and planning. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!??" flint screamed his hands tugging at his hair his eyes not moving from the flames.

reese snorted. "it uh..got chilly" he said laughing. beckett was now chuckling at flint whos anger had turned into total defeat.

"thats...this is...the dumbest solution to an issue so...minuscule.." flints arms fell to his sides as tears brimmed his eyes. sure he had some recent copies of schedules saved but...that was memories. he wasnt very sentimental usually but the things he did hold onto were solutions and schedules and learning material where he was helpful..he was important when he made those things.

"Oh calm down you nerd! its not real! god you should have seen the look on your face!" reese weezed as he laughed.

Flints gaze bounced to reese then to the giggling beckett who was safely putting out the flames.

"see look!" reese said pulling up a binder of the once hidden pile of flints stuff. "its all here-" reese opened the binder to find it blank.

......they burned the wrong pile.

Beckett was frozen. internal panic ran through him as he realised there mistake.

"well most of that wasnt important anyway! i mean you can just redue anythinh that we need right now" reese said

But by the time he finished his sentence flint was already slamming the door to his room.

"uhh...reese..is he gonna be ok?" beckett asked.

"yeah he will get over it" reese said. "we should clean up before lev finds out though"

beckett nodded and the boys cleaned up.

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Lev had no idea of the previous prank that had ocurred but while he was folding some laundry he felt a sudden drop in his stomach.

something wasnt right here..

he quickly headed out of his room and down the hall.

Beckett sat on the couch looking at his phone in distress and confusion. he had previously been reading a lengthy Tumblr post but now he couldnt seem to be able to comprehend what any of the words said. he could read them but couldnt retain any knowledge or memory from them.

"um beckett kiddo?" lev started looking around.

"yeah lev?" he responded

"something isnt..right..wheres reese and flint?" he asked.

"they are in their rooms." beckett said.

"....their...rooms..." lev repeated as he tried to recall what that meant. when did understanding things become so hard?

In this moment lev and beckett felt very stupid as they both looked at the world with confusion and lack of understanding.

"I bet flint would know.." beckett mummbled to himself.

This triggered something in levs brain and he made his way upstairs.

Yes, flint will know what's going on he said approaching the dulling door. they had seen this before...but where? what did that mean?

Flint will know. was the last triggering thought as lev opened the door and stepped inside. he was flooded with understanding at that moment.

lev quickly glanced around the fading room. Flint ducked out? but why?!

"flint??!" lev called as he stepped into the crumbling room. oh how he hoped he wasnt too late.

after a few moments flint appeared.

"what is it you need lev?" he asked voice dull and arms crossed.

"flint kiddo..what happened?" he asked

"....i dont know what you mean?"

"flint. now i know im not the harpested pencil in the pouch but i know you were trying tp duck out! what made you wanna do that?" lev asked his voice soft and caring

"that is n-none of your concern" flint responded his voice cracking.

"well of course it is!"

"Get out Lev!!" Flint screamed

"oh umm...ok kiddo" lev said sinking out of the room and appeared in the livingroom

Reese was now in the livingroom with Beckett.

"guys. i dont think flints doing so well...hes trying to duck out! we have to come up with a solution quick before we cant understand anything!" lev exclaimed

reese tensed up and beckett paniced.

"oh no! Rileys never gonna be able to think straight again! its all our fault!" he said tears pricking his eyes.

"well well! um what if we...appologise?! really show him were sorry! like like umm. ill go into long term memory and recopy all of the lost documents!" reese said quickly.

"what documents?" lev asked.

"no time!" beckett said as him and reese quickly dropped down appearing in Flints room. Flint jumped at the sudden company.

"Flint! im really really sorry! please dont duck out! if you duck out then rileys gonna die!" beckett exclaimed to the startled flint.

"uhhh yeah. me too" reese said looking at the panicing beckett.

"oh please..as if either of you actually care. you both lacked any intelligence in most of your previous actions anyway so you have no need for me." Flint said crossing his arms.

"no! no! ok umm..yeah yeah ok we were really really stupid...mainly beckett" reese started. "hey!" beckett shouted as reese continued. "but me to! and i will take full responsibility, though it was mainly beckett"

"not true!" beckett said.

"but i will go down to long term memory and personally replace every file beckett burned" reese said looking at flint with an expecting smile.

"you are insufferable! you expect me to want to come back and believe you have any remorse when you won't even take any blame!?" flint shoutrd as his room began to crack around them.

"Okay okay!! it was all my fault! I came up with the idea! i stole your stuff! I was the ome that stupidly burnt the wrong stuff! it was all me!....it was all me... just please dont leave flint. riley needs you...we all need you....I need you...please im sorry.." reese said deflating.

It was silent for a few moments but for reese and beckett it felt like years.

"....very well...i accept your apology." flint said. and with a blink of an eye his room was back to normal.

"oh thank you thank you!" reese shouted going to hug flint.

"dont touch me" he said.

"ah yeah sorry.." reese said looking away.

"I expect everything returned by next week" flint said.

"NEXT WE-!" reese started but was cut short by becketts glare. "i mean..yeah totally ill have it done."

"good...now get out of my room"

"totally" beckett said leaving reese just nodded and followed behind.

flint stared at the spots they sunk out from. he didnt know if they actually meant any of it.....but for now he would give them the benifit of the doubt..

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