#the days just went by so FAST and i just wasnt able to grasp them!

[jazzzzzzhands]

I'm a bit late in talking about the update!

But!

Oh this is so interesting!!

Firstly, the effect of it all was so good! I feel like the previous update had everyone SO confused and then this one drops and it just CLICKS.

So the WHRP.. the Question-Answerer. They finally decided to try and talk to Wally! And they don't even care about explaining it or hiding it! They no longer care if We know. They might even know we know!

Anyways, they knocked on his door, gave him a call and BOY did he answer! Not only did he answer, but he sorta showed off!!

Some of them he did simply, such as writing Hello! And moving Barnaby!

But then he does this

And he even says "I didn't write it, I did something else"

The "Not only can I do this, but I can do more!" He is thinking creatively!

Wally is putting in the extra effort. Really not being subtle. He is so LOUD, basically screaming "Yes, this is me! I am here! I am the one doing this! Talk to me!"

But the instruction that makes me think the most is the SALLY one

I thought it meant to just flip the image! From left to right!

But! Wally has somehow conjured up an entirely NEW image! When you think about it, someone on the team drew or restored that image of Sally. Most likely, there was not a backside at all! Why would there need to be an illustration of that! Wally somehow made it happen! Very very interesting!

And then there is this, a little bonus, a little extra

Wally and Home. Sitting nicely together in the same... House?

I think most of us already think that there is a connection between the two of them. A deep connection.

Personally, I see the concept of Home as more of a general idea. Your Home, your upbringing, your family, your life! And what are you without these things? They made you who you are! If you were to separate yourself from the idea of Home, would you even know who you are?

And then there is the Eye. And it is under the same House. Wondering if this is saying "This and This are the same" "Wally and Home are both the Eyes" which feels like the more obvious statement.

But for me I see another connection. A Third. And it's You. The collective You. We are the audience, We are the Watchers and We have a connection to Wally through his eyes.

That connection is different and separated from the one between Wally and Home, but it is there! Under the same roof!

Wally, Home and You

Ooh I honestly am so excited to see the WHRP's response to all of this! They have been answered! And so very obviously too!

Anyways! As usual, I pop in with my little thoughts! Clown and his team are always full of delightful surprises! I hope they get some well deserved rest and good treats!

And all of you guys too!

Have fun out there!

[blkgirl-writing]

"Unforgettable" Sokka x Woc!reader smut

Summary: Sokka can't get a dirty image of you out of his mind.

Warnings: sexualization of the female body, because we are queens. Male masterbation, cursing.

A/n: First Sokka Smut!!! It's not quite a full smut, but it's getting there. I'm proud of this one. As in nearing the end of my binge of Atla, I keep falling deeper in live with this boy. I set up a part 2, but we shall see if it gets one. Please leave some feedback if you want another one!

Sokka couldn't get you out of his mind. The memory of your body seeping into every single thought of his. Pure intentioned or not, you ended up in the front of his brain.

Water dripped down your glowing skin, the light shining down on you like a beam of pure beauty. Water around you glimmering like gems.

You stood in the cool water just above your knees. Your fingers were tangled deep in your hair, finally taking the time to detangle the locks, hair brushing your skin as you hummed a tune he didnt know.

Sokka stood there, balancing himself on a tree, about two seconds away from biting off his bottom lip.

"Oh! Sokka. Hey." You greeted, shooting him a soft, kind smile. Thing is, you didn't bother to cover up, to sink into the water, or use your arms to cover as much as you could. No. You just looked at him, and it took all of his might to not just melt right there.

"I was just taking a bath. Did you wanna come in?" Sokka blinked, keeping his eyes on yours, not daring to look back down. You were both adults, he shouldn't feel like a schoolboy, looking at a pair of boobs for the first time. but he does. He's staring at the curve of your breasts, the valley between them, the dips of your hips. You're fully enchanting him.

"I uh...just...I should get back to the camp. I just got a bit lost. I'm sorry. Keep uh, doing your thing. No hurry. Take your time-" and just like that, he was off, leaving you alone in the pond.

Fuck. He was rock hard. Shit.

Fucking dumbass. You had invited him in with you, clearly. But you were also his friend, and he didn't think you saw him like...that. sure, you were the adults of the group, and had always had something, but sokka couldn't fully accept the idea of the two of you. At least, until he saw you naked.

Everything shifted. The rest of the day, he kept to himself. Fingers seeming to always fiddle with his boomerang, or sharpen his blade. He couldn't keep still for the life of him, and it wasnt like it went unnoticed. Toph told him to fuck off, Katara asked him if he was okay. He needed to blow off some steam. And some fighting practice just wasnt gonna do it.

Sokka was the last one to go to his tent, waiting until the moon was well into the sky, and everyone was sound asleep.

He settled himself in hid tent, propping himself up slightly with a pillow. He could see the outline of his erection through his pants, practically begging for attention. It had almost gotten painful. Sokka eagerly pushed down the fabric to his thighs. His dick already leaking precum down the swollen tip.

His hand trailed down his stomach, slowly wrapping his fingers around his cock, gently taking himself in his hand, pumping himself just enough to release some of the pressure of the day.

Sokka didn't try to suppress the desire anymore, letting his imagination go wild, dreams that he never admitted to.

He imagined your fingers working at his dick rather than his own hand, your lips wrapped around the top, staring at him as you worked your way to deepthroating him. Cheeks hollowd around his cock, his hands weaving through your hair, grasping for his dear life.

Your body, burned into his mind. The fight practices you had together, when sweat dripped down your skin, hair messy and coming out of your braids. How your lips parted as you heaved in breaths. The way you licked your lips, bit them when concentrating.

"Y/n! Fuck, yes!" His voice came out far, far louder than intended. His free hand went to cover his mouth, but he didn't stop pumping. He was so, so close, he couldn't stop now. He would hear if someone came near. The vision of you in his mind started to blur, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the pleasure.

"Hey, sokka-Oh"

you stood still at the opening of the tent, eyes wide, completely unable to look away from the scene in front of you. It had just...happened so fast. One second you hear a strangled moan and sokka shouting your name, the next you see him with his cock in his hand, cum dripping down his fingers, some splattered on his stomach. No, it was far too good to keep your eyes off of. His face was a but flushed, a thin veil of sweat on his skin. Splayed out like a god in a sculpture.

"I uh-" Sokka stuttered, looking around for something, anything, to cover his crotch with.

"I thought I heard my name and-" you blinked, lips parted, heavy, deep breathes being the only thing from keeping you from passing out. The air was thick, warm, sweaty, it smelled overwhelmingly of sex.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything-you just keep, uh, having fun." It was a sorry excuse to leave, but you did. Quickly stepping back and turning around. Letting out a deep, long, haggled breath.

"Wait! One second, fuck-" Sokkas voice came through the canvas, sounds of him stumbling around clear in the otherwise calm, quiet night.

"I didn't mean to say your name, I swear, it just slipped out and it sounded quieter than I thought-"

"It's okay, really, I don't mind at all." It came out much, much more...needy, than you'd wanted. This wasn't exactly how you'd imagined telling sokka that you found him attractive (usually, they ended with some sort of rejection, even in dreams.) You were just...a bit stunned. Trying to convince yourself that it really was a mistake, acting like this had been the first time he had said it. But, the few times you had to share a bed, or slept in close quarters, you heard the same thing, and that wasn't something you could just brush away.

"Oh." Sokka sighed, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. But, only one of many. His shoulders were still tense, jaw still clenched.

"Sokka, I really don't want you to feel bad for what you were doing." You reached for his hand, just brushing your own with his, making sure he knew you were there, and it was okay, more than okay.

"I'm a fucking perv, that's what I am." He muttered, eyes glued to the floor. You could almost hear his brain overheating.

"No! No, it's natural to get yourself off-"

"Fucking hell," sokka really, truly wanted to die. Right there and then. Life no longer worth living, at least not after this.

"It's not as bad as you think, sokka." Your voice was soft, trying to be as comforting as possible, for you and sokka. You were so glad sokka wasn't able to look at you, cause your pure lust and neediness was crystal clear on your face.

"How?" He wanted nothing more than to apologize and curl up into a ball.

"Because I liked hearing you say my name like that." He never understood how you could say the most intense things with such ease. The weight of the words crystal clear, yet almost hummed.

"Say that again," It was dumb, but, he wanted to hear you say it again. He needed you to.

"Because I thought you saying my name like that was a dream come true." You smiled, gaze settling to the stars above, just for a bit of release. To make confessing a bit easier. "I loved it when you moaned my name."

"Wh..."

"Sokka, use your words."

"I was using words!" Sokka shot back.

"Were you thinking of me when you were masterbating?" You almost choked on the words, feeling yourself cringe at how it came out. Almost desperate. Needing him to say yes. Pleading that the dream last a bit longer.

"Yeah," Sokka breathed in deep, exhaling a somewhat shakey breath. "you're just so hot and sexy and seeing you today made me crazy. I mean, youre just so out of my league, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You drive me crazy, y/n, everything about you. Your body, your voice...sorry, was that too far?"

"Sokka, I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you." You laughed, resisting the string urge to roll your eyes at his pure ignorance. "We both know we've been dancing around our tension. I cant count the amount of times I went to bed all hot and bothered and dreamed about you."

"So...you find me fuckable, and you've had wet dreams about me?"

"Gods have mercy, Sokka, you're the most handsome man I've ever met, and you know it."

"Of course I do." His hands settled on his hips, a small, cocky grin on his lips. His brain was going again, but this time, on the autopilot you loved. When he was at his most confident.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Sokka turned to you, testing out the waters a bit, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to him.

"Sokka, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"Then what? What will you do?"

"I dunno... fuck you or something."

"Now I'm thinking otherwi-" you cut him off with your lips, pressing lightly on his soft ones, grasping at the back of his hair, anything to get him closer to you. His hand wandered down, grasping at your skin, pulling your hips towards his desperately.

"Wanna go into my tent?"

"I would be crazy if I said no."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life After Snowpiercer: One Problem at a Time

Summary- Curtis x Y/N. You and Curtis reunite, deal with some issues in the valley and reconnect 2 of the groups. Tension between you and Curtis. Warnings- Violence

Word Count- 5.3k

Chapter 6 / Masterlist

The firing from above was surprising, You and Johanna witnessed Wilfords old guard squad shout out in alarm and close ranks retreating. Johanna lowered the rifle, and breathed out hard enough to flip the hair that fell in her eyes back. “I dont know who it is... but they are pushing them back.” You sneak a peek out to see if you can catch sight of anyone, but thats when you hear the cry of alarm behind you, and you pull back, disappearing inside. Following your name being cried out, you see where someone got a ricochet. It had luckily lost some of its momentum, but still embedded enough to cause blood to blossom all over there shoulder and clutch at it to stop the bleeding. 

“Shit” You try to drag the man into the nearest light without making yourselves possible targets. “Shirt off... Whats your name?” You ask as you maneuver him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and start to pull it over his head. 

He grunted as you lifted the shirt over his head. “Mickey... we was trying to get the kids into the back once we heard the firing started, but not fast enough apparently.” His eyes watered a bit, but other then that, he stayed perfectly still. 

“Yea it got pretty dicey there for a bit. Does anyone have a knife?” You start hold out your hand till someone shoves a military grade blade into it and you start cutting off pieces of clothing off one of his shirts, and directing him to sit down, so you at least didnt have to go to your tip toes to dig out the shard. “Okay Mickey, Im gonna be as quick as I can, promise. Just please dont move.” 

“No worries Miss, I can handle it.” He took a deep breath and nodded in affirmation that he was ready. Lets get this done, you coached yourself, never actually having removed anything like this. Your head tilted and the tip of your tongue stuck out as you started to use the tip to wedge along one side. Mickey was true to his word and stayed still, allowing you to dig further into his flesh till THERE, the tip slid underneath and you could pop it out “Got it!” 

Wadding the piece of cloth against the seeping wound, you are careful not to touch anything as his blood was all over your hands. “Be right back, keep the pressure on it.” John stepped in to monitor him as you make your way back to Johanna who was looking through the scope up at the cliff. “Son of a bitch, hes gonna do it....” 

“Safe to go out and scrub my hands you think, and do what?” You question as you look over her shoulder, and Johanna drops the scope to look without the assistance to the top of the cliff. “This bastard, hes gonna jump down., OH HELL THERE HE GOES!” This is when you lean out and your jaw drops. 

Curtis pulled back the rifle when he thought he saw you, holding his breath, hoping for another glance, anything to confirm it was you he saw. Rolling away from the edge, and up to his feet, he paced the edge for a moment. “I gotta get down there now, do we have any rope?” He asked the person closest to him, the man shaking his head and asking another nearby. Resounding negatives sounded, and Curtis just didnt have the time to search the train cars for any. Looking over the edge, he studied the way down, noticing small juts of ice build up on what he guessed were ledges, he formed an idea. Was it crazy? Most likely, but what the fuck. Sliding the rifle strap over his shoulder, he held it out to anyone close by. “Give me an axe, Im gonna need you all to cover me while I make my way to the train car.” 

The man whom he had asked for rope earlier looked down the side as if studying what Curtis had been looking at, frowning for a moment in thought, then his eyes widened. “Man you cant.” 

Curtis didnt even pause as he hefted the axe, checking it was one with the sharper blades, and swung it around in a loop once, twice, three times to loosen his good arm. “Man I am.” 

“Thats could be a damn suicide jump. Your gonna break your legs, even with the deeper snow at the bottom, you have no clue whats down there!.” 

Curtis shifted to the edge, turning his body so that his good side holding the axe would be close to the cliff wall. “Yea well, I might not know what, but I know who is down there, and who knows when those fuckers will be back.” 

CURTIS EVERETT, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DIE, YOU AND ME BUDDY, WERE THROUGH. 

No were not, and I will be fine, trust me. 

Trust you? Fucken hell Curtis your lucky I do. 

Thats my girl. 

And it seemed like he just stepped off the edge, plunging the axe into the snow and ice on the side, it slowed him down slightly in his descent, and he was able to steer himself enough to land on the ledge he was aiming for. For all of five seconds. 

It gave out from under him “Oh shit” he exclaimed as he dropped down, trying to smash the axe head back into the side, it finally went in, but he just sped up more, bouncing off the wall once in a while, fuck his ribs. Well they are definitely broken now if they werent before, and all around him white rolls of snow started shifting, and racing down with him. Soon it was enough to be considered an avalanche, and he landed heavily at the bottom, a dumping of snow landing on top of him. 

You jumped out of the train, with Johanna leaning out trying to catch you and stop you from taking off. But you rolled out of her grip. “Y/N! Come back, its not safe!” But damn it, you werent paying attention to anything but Curtis falling down the side of the cliff. HE JUMPED! THAT BASTARD JUMPED, GOD DAMN IT CURTIS! you screamed internally as you plowed your way through snow almost to your knees, falling every now and then, and struggling to get up, the whole time your panicked mutters of “nonononono” filled a bit of the silence after the snow crashed on top of itself at the bottom. By the time you reached the cliff face, all around you was just white swirls where the snow had yet to properly settle. “Curtis! Where are you?” You yelled out, looking all around you, but nothing, just white. Unsettled wisps blowing in your face. 

“Come on baby, answer me” your voice is starting to panic as you start searching under you, for anything Curtis shaped. If hes trapped under the snow, hes going to suffocate, sobs of fear escaping, and tears brimming your vision. You plunge your arms into what looks like the deepest snowbank and dig like your life depended on it. It did, it did depend on it. Why was he so fucken stupid? Jumping off a cliff, god damn you Curtis, if you leave me alone here... Your wheezing, completely unaware he had come up behind you, and in true Curtis fashion, he grasped your hips and swung you around. Shocked, your looking up at those familiar blue eyes, adrenaline had blown his pupils wide with the rush, and he to is panting, clumps of ice and snow in his beard and his whole face is red where it had been covered in snow. For seconds your just staring at him, but then, you let him have it. 

Your fist comes against his chest in a rage, bouncing off his pecks, and your just raging at this point. “what the fucken hell Curtis, you could have DIED! You idiot! Died, dead, gone, no more, do you hear me?!” He allowed it for a bit, but then he caught your hands and drew you in as the sobs of fear broke from you, struggling in his hold and grabbing his face, that damn face you love so damn much it hurt, one you were so scared for and mad at and just beyond relieved to have back because you were hurting all over and wanted to sink into his arms and be told that it was gonna be okay, that damn face. You crashed your lips against his, kissing him fiercly and possessively, only breaking apart when the loss of air burned your lungs and your head swam with dizziness. 

“Dont you ever do something like that again! God your such an Idiot, I love you” your forehead leaning against his, and his eyes looked in yours and you could see that he would again without question, and before he could say that, you nip his lip softly to keep him quiet and roam your hands over his chest and pull back. You werent allowed to go to far, as he yanked you back  in, his own hands searching you for anything out of the norm, cupping your face and placing a softer, but no less desired kiss on your lips “I wasnt going to leave you down here baby, I thought Ive lost you endless times over the past few days. I knew I saw you. I had to get down here. Especially with those fuckers coming for you.” 

Your hands slide into his coat, and that familiar warmth starts to seep into your burning cold fingertips and his oversized hands wipe your face dry, kissing across the cheeks and your nose to calm you down, leaning his forehead once more against yours. “You couldnt ask me to leave my girl here and not to to get to you, right?” And with that, your anger dissipates much like the remaining snow crystals in the air that swirl near you, your combined heat melting them away. Relief floods you and you sigh, leaning into him, God I need you so damn much. His arms enclose you and for the first time in days your okay. 

“All of it, they said they were just toying with you the entire time.” You breath out and pull back enough to look at him. “Did you get all the way there? I assumed so once the train derailed.” 

Curtis was going to have to tell her all that happened, and that was the big news about her brother, in that he was dreading. Not that her brother was alive, but what they twisted the man into. He nodded, and decided it would have to be later, once they were safely settled, could he break the news to her then. “Yes, we lost good people.... but they got me to the front, got me to Wilford. Come on, we have to get out of sight. I have a few people up top to cover us.” You didnt inquire anymore at the moment, following along in his footsteps as best as possible, your hand still fisted in his, loathe to let it go. You could easily see he was hurting, the way he took jagged steps. But you woudnt know more till he would really let you look him over No guns had to be fired, and maybe there luck was turning around. 

Johanna had the gun trained on Curtis till You stepped around him and waved your hand that it was okay, and she pulled back. As you two approached, Curtis climbed inside and held out his hand, greeting her with a thanks. “Damn glad Y/N had you with her Johanna.” She nodded her your welcome and turned to you. 

“If your planning on moving anyone, theres a couple who are beat up pretty bad. Your friend Sara is definitely suffering from blood loss, and we got to relocate a few shoulders.” Hearing the women discuss the injuries, Curtis was relieved it wasnt anything worst. But as he caught sight of the survivors, he knew why. There must be more casualties then survivors. They were a weary bunch, the kids all huddled together, sleeping or whispering to themselves, adults wandering back and forth unable to relax, some leaning back against the wall, holding there arm or shoulder from where it came out of joint in the fall. “Has anyone been able to go through the cars?” Curtis asked as you came up beside him. 

“No, once we landed, I got the kids to gather supplies, and then the guards tried to collect us. We bolted right out and headed to the cliff face. Others followed us. Paul told me that his cart had usable food in it and thats as far as we've been able to plan ahead." John came up to join them, listening in and introducing himself to Curtis.

"Probably would have either went into the other cars today, see if anyone survived the night or tried to find a way up. These are all the back end cars.... Short of the protein blocks, no other usable supplies. Old threadbare blankets, maybe some clothing." John mentioned, leaving Curtis nodding in agreement. He was right, all the usable supplies were in the front, they went through several freezer carts of beef and chicken, a garden cart, a bit of live stock in another, even an oversized tank that might still have usable food in it, he was sure once the train derailed any heating system went off, and it might all be frozen solid. And then not even mentioning supplies such as medicine and other goods. As Wilford mentioned before, it was an entire enclosed ecosystem. One that Curtis ripped wide open now.

"Theres a group up there waiting for us... The last of the tail enders and a few others, simple fact is we gotta move everyone up. Safer for us to be in a group then spread out, especially with Wilfords old buddies.” Curtis said that last part sarcastically, and you glanced at Curtis. 

“Well we cant climb up the way you came down, especially with people like Sara. Someones got to find a trail if there are any” 

So it was decided a couple would go look along the cliff face, see if there was a reasonable way up, John volunteered along with another man. They bundled up as best they could, blankets draped over there shoulders and they warily started along the trail you and Curtis made earlier. Now onto the next issue, You knew you should have taken care of the out of joint patients, more things like clothing was needed, some of these people were shivering with blue lips and fingertips. Fuck what a disaster. All of it. A hand came to your back and Curtis slipped up behind you as you watched the two men continue down your trail. You leaned back into his chest, and closed your eyes for a minute. Letting everything just go still inside you, just having him back eased you a bit. 

“We will be okay babygirl, get them all up and continue on our way.” His fingers brushed aside your hair laying against your neck and he dipped his head to kiss the curve, his lips soft brushes along the length. You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, familiar and warming. But then enclosed when his hand moved to settle on your stomach and hold you in close, your breathing hitches. Why? Whats wrong? And you fight out of the haze clouding your mind, and pushing his hand back and away, turning to face Curtis. “We probably better get to those patients. Help me with them?” You brush past him and head into the back, frowning at yourself for how you just reacted, knowing exactly what it was, but admitting it was an entirely different story.

Curtis was surprised when you pulled away, about to stop you and ask what that was, but it had been hell for the past few days, so it would be understandable if you werent yourself. Following along with you, you were talking to Sara, who Curtis vaguely recognized from the back end. Lifting the rag she had used to keep pressed against her shoulder. “Im sorry I didnt get this out sooner Sara, but I got to now.” Another mistake, you think to yourself. There is a bit of redness and streaks blooming around it. Fuck why didnt you take care of this last night. With the way she was shot, you were sure there might be more then just a slug embedded in there. “Come on, lets go in the light.” You two go forward and as you pass Curtis, you encourage her to continue where Johanna was perched in the doorway, watching. 

“Curtis we definitely need more clothing, something for at least the kids to wrap up in. They will freeze with what they have now out there.” Your almost reach out to touch him, then pull back, stuffing your hands in your sleeves instead. 

“Yup, we will get it. Work on Sara and the others, we will be back soon.” He didnt push to touch you or share affection, but you tugged him back and placed a speedily kiss on his lips last minute. A ‘im sorry’ for earlier for yourself, he flashed you look that spoke volumes, then spun away and his voice boomed “Listen up, you... you... and you, were gonna be hitting up some of these cars... you....” Walking away, you felt more in control now, hearing him take control and having a plan in place. Sara was sitting with Johanna, looking exhausted, but holding a conversation. 

Withdrawing the knife you used earlier, you have Sara sit in the light, Johanna lowers back to her earlier spot, the rifle hanging out the door to keep watch. Bringing her shirt down enough to take a look at the wound, you sigh. “Like with Mickey, this is gonna hurt like a bitch. And I gotta make sure nothing is left in there.” Sara nodded and once more you dug for the bullet. Sara hunched a bit and did her best to stay still, a gasp escaping once in a while, but overall when she slouched forward into Johanna, you knew she passed out. Good, make this easier. 

“Sorry, let me just finish this and we can move her” You state and Johanna nods, moving to cradle the woman while you hear a plink! to the bullet falling out, and a few more pokes and prods, the blood seeping down, hesitant but hopeful that will finish cleaning the wound. “Okay, think shes good.” You use the rag she was earlier to put pressure on it and once it seemed to stop bleeding so much, you two move her, already Sara was stirring much to your satisfaction. “Just hang out here a bit, m’kay?” A nod and wince as she puts the rag back to be sure it wouldnt start bleeding. 

Then you went through the rest, relocating joints, checking nicks and cuts. A few people you found out had busted ribs, one had a arm that should be put in a splint, but there simply was no way to do so. “Just... keep it close to your body and dont move it. It will heal, in time.” Putting together a make shift sling with a shirt someone volunteered. Just as you were finishing up, Curtis and a few others returned, arms bundled in clothing, and as you two dispersed them among people, and bundling the kids up, you quietly ask him. 

“Was there alot.... of people... ?” 

“Yea baby, more then I thought there would be. Some of them, its hard to tell if it was before or after the crash.” He passed off a jacket to someone and looked at you. “Then there were others that just.... Its a lot.” 

You didnt push him, ask where he was going with that sentence, you had an idea of what it meant, and you didnt even want to have him have to explain his choice. People dont always survive. 

He continued, handing off the last item, and turning to you. “We only went through a few, but we cant wait any longer. And I found where those guards were hanging out, They have been collecting supplies in the further cars, as much as could be had” 

You swallow a bit, and keep yourself busy with the thought of them. “Where are they now?” 

“I dont know, they wandered away from the cars at some point. Im assuming they didnt have a aim on them up above and they werent coming back around to us.” Curtis shook his head as they started getting people up, moving them forward. “But if they do... “ Curtis rumbled softly under his breath. You pause and rest your hand against his back, inside dreading the coming conversation. He was already so on edge to them being out there. Johanna called then to you two, and John ducked back inside. “Well we found what looks like an animal trail. Goes right up along the side, and looks like its well used. Do you think... theres really something alive out there?” 

A shrug and nod from you “Were still alive, right? We can only guess as to what survived after the freeze.” 

It was painfully slow, John and Adam, as you come to find out what the other mans name was, led the group, you stayed with the kids, and helped Sara as much as she was able to stand, behind you were more of the adults, including Curtis and Johanna who were making sure no one fell behind. When you finally crested the top, you stepped off to the side, huffing with exertion, the people who had remained at the top cars were helping others inside or near some fires they all were able to start, clearly they had been busy while you all were coming up out of the valley. Curtis came up beside you, a groan of his own as his hand pressed against his left side. “Lets get inside babes, then we can take a break. We all need one.” 

Sara was collected and helped to where the other people were recovering, and Tam rushed up to the two of you once you entered the car “Hey, I got the kids, Edgar is sitting up already, and his back is looking much better.” You look confused for a moment, and Curtis shakes his head at you. “I will explain later. Thanks Tam, if everyones set, were going to go settle in somewhere for the night.” Assured that everything would be handled, Curtis led you away, these were similar to the tail end car, just with windows. Curtis was quick to find you two a empty bottom bunk. You crawled in first, and leaned against the wall, your head tipping back. Fuck you were so tired, and he semi collapsed next to you in a similar fashion. 

You turn just your head to look at him, and smile when you see hes doing the same thing. There hadnt been any chance to really just be with one another since reuniting and you reach your hand out, weaving your fingers with his. “Hey.... Thank you for keeping your promise and coming back to me.” 

He sat up a bit more and let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close, placing a kiss to your forehead, whispering. “Im sorry for leaving you like that babygirl. All I could think of was keeping you safe.” You put your hand against his mouth. 

“Handsome its fine, I know why you did it. Tell me what happened.” You inquired, and Curtis fell into how he pushed the group through each car, the ones they found that was possible to find supplies and food in for them, how the bridge claimed so many of them, one of whom he thought was Edgar, but that wasnt the case. How Nam wanted to blow open the side, jump from the train when he wouldnt open that final door, and this is where he stalled. He had to tell her. All of it. Her brother, his arm... he managed to keep it hidden this whole time, the pain a background noise at this point. 

“Babygirl come here, I just... need to hold you. I really thought I lost you.” He hauled you into his lap, and you tensed up momentarily when his arm circled around you, rubbing your lower back and side. But this was Curtis, you were safe. Under his hand you finally relaxed, and your head rested on his shoulder, he started in on the next part of his story. The rumble of his chest lulled you, while you listened. Wilford offered a deal, and Curtis admitted that he considered it. You lifted your head and looked at him. “You wouldnt have been able to live with yourself” He nodded, and leaned forward to kiss your lips softly. “Your right, I would have become everything I hated. Baby, this next part, you got to listen to me. Okay? the whole part before any questions.” 

“Curtis what is it?” Your brow furrows with concern at his words. 

“Matt, your brother... Hes alive, and he still is. I left him back at the front.” 

Your silent for a moment, and he could see your mind racing, processing his words. 

“Hes still alive... Matts still here.” And the joy that crossed your face broke Curtis heart because fuck he was going to have to tell you just how far gone he was, that there wasnt the compassionate little boy anymore. But a man with cold resolve and placed himself above the others, for he was the prodigy.  

“Baby, he isnt who you think he is, not anymore.” Curtis hands captured your face to make you pay attention to him. ��Wilford trained him to be his successor, brainwashed. He has no compassion for any of the people, were something to control.”

“What? No Curtis, he loved us, He wouldnt forget, unless he thinks I let him go.” Your thoughts are spinning out of control, just what Curtis didnt want. You pull back from him then “He cant be that bad, I mean, Once I explain all that was going on, he will see.” A saddened look crossed Curtis face, reaching out to draw you back to him. 

“Baby we can try... but they were using our kids to run the train, put them right into the engine, and afterwards... Executed if they served no more purpose. Under his order, he was set on killing Yona, Nam and I if I didnt agree to there terms.” He couldnt even bring up the way your brother talked about you, the callousness of his words in discussing you, whom loved him more then yourself. 

“No... he wouldnt have been okay with it.” Your breathing grows more rapid and Curtis rubs your arms to comfort you. 

“I know baby, Im sorry... “ He was doing everything he could to calm you, but it was only setting you off worst. Again you pulled away from him, drawing your legs up and hugging around your knees, what are you not telling him? The only time you pulled away was the weeks after Matt was taken and you withdrew into yourself. “Y/N? Talk to me please?” He wants to reach for you, but you’ve just drawn yourself off, quiet as you stare ahead. 

Matt wouldnt, Curtis must have misunderstood what happened. He did what he had to to survive, the conclusions you drew. “You said hes still alive? You had to leave him behind, is he safe?” 

His hand dropped to his lap, studying you even as you waited for an answer. “He was safe when I left him and Claude. I was told you went over a damn cliff, I honestly had no other concerns.” His tone slightly clipped, and you can see where hes holding it together under a great strain. You unfold yourself, and return into his hold, feeling him once more relax being able to rest his hand on you. 

“They had Timmy, in the engine. Whatever they did to him, he was so unhuman acting. Robotic, he wouldnt come out once Nam and I secured the room.” He shifted you and this is the first time you see the tangled mess of his arm when he slid his sleeve up, deep laceration that have scabbed over criss crossing where the gears tore in, but they were still great tears, all of it swollen, and throbbing looking. “Fucken hell Curtis” You cuss as you finish rolling his sleeve up to look at it. “Youve been like this the whole time? Baby you need medicine in case of infection.” So tenderly you inspected it, you seemed more like yourself now, your mind distracted. 

Curtis remained still as you went to roll the sleeve back down, and was gnawing on your bottom lip. “God damn handsome, im so sorry.” Your hands went to his face, feeling for any kind of fever, and giving a small smile when he turned into your palm and nipped the center, kissing your fingertips before letting his head once more fall back against the wall. “You seem to not be fighting off an infection though. But I will feel better once we can secure some stuff from the medic car.” You shift to his other side so you dont risk touching his arm, rubbing your hand along the back of his neck. For now you both go quiet, just being together. This time his hand slides along the inside of your thigh, just resting warmly there. You can feel yourself drifting off, and finally he says softly. 

“We should get some sleep” He shifted off the wall, and laid down for the first time in days, waiting with a lifted arm for you to do as you always do, curl in against his chest. Which you did, you always did, and stretching out, scooting over till his arm rested over your hip, he tugged you in the rest of the way. His body is hard against your back, and his beard scratches lightly behind your neck as he placed kisses there. Nothing sexual, just a bit of intimacy after such a long time apart. You cant help but tense up, which he notices when you dont sink into him, how your breathing doesnt soften after a few minutes, and he wants to ask you, make you spill whatever it is your holding inside. But he doesnt, he just stays by your side, his hand moving to slide under your shirts and gently let it rest against the softness of your stomach. Wide awake until finally he hears you release a soft snore, a true testament to your exhaustion. 

You laid there, your fingers curled into the ticking of the blanket your laying on, your heart a quick flash patter, escape escape escape, this was fucking CURTIS. How could you feel that hot heat of panic flushing your body or that your throat was squeezing air through a straw. You waited, waited for him to tighten his arm around you as he usually did or sprawl you across his chest when he rolled to his back, but he stayed still behind you, and the tension between you two just built. I should tell him, but how can I? For whatever reason, it shamed you that you couldnt fight them off. Finally his fingers just splayed against your stomach where he worked his hand under your shirts and loosely held you. After a while, you couldnt help it anymore, falling asleep. Fuck those men for doing this to you. 

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Scarred

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Hi there can I get anything to do with season 5 alfie feeling insecure about his face and thinking his s/o would no longer love him😫can be fluffy or nsfw or both🌚it’s honestly up to you, thanks! xx

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“I thought the doctor said the bullet wasn’t even close to your brain?” You murmured from your knelt position on the tattered sofa. Hunched over your boyfriend, you sat on your knees with your fingertips lazily tracing the length of his soft skin. You were caressing the parts of his face that weren’t injured, careful not to get too close to the tissue that was still healing. Alfie was speechless now, merely furrowing his brows in a cute expression of pure confusion. He pressed his lips together, beard poking out just a little further than normal because of the action. When you made no movement to speak any further though, the man adjusted himself on the sofa beneath you, grumbling incoherently before he spoke up audibly.

“You fucking what? Bullet, yeah went through my cheek, here, didn’t it, yeah, so..” Alfie lifted his hand. Placing his palm over the scarred part of his face, he set his elbow on the arm of the furniture and pretended to be leaning instead of merely hiding. His want to finish his sentence was cut short when you parted your lips and began to talk over him.

“Well you’re asking foolish questions so I’m just trying to make sure a little piece of that bullet didn’t somehow hit your brain.” Lifting your hand to the side of his head, you brushed your thin fingertips through his soft locks, lazily stroking his scalp before you grabbed ahold of his wide palm and removed it from his face.

“Pet,” Alfie’s voice deepened considerably. “I made a fucking statement, right?”

“Then you asked for my opinion.” You pointed out. Shaking your head because the man was actually beginning to frustrate you, you laid your hands back on his cheeks and turned his head toward you fully. “I don’t think you’re ugly in the slightest.”

Prior to this, Alfie had been shying away, poorly attempting to hide the scar on his face because he knew what he looked like — he knew he was hideous. He wasn’t sure why you were pretending to still find him attractive or why you were sitting at his side, knelt so close to him with that doe-eyed look.

“You wouldn’t fucking tell me the truth, right, why on earth would you agree to that. See, yeah, because you’re fucking dating me, I can’t hear you agreeing to me saying I look fucking disgusting. Right, and I wasn’t exactly the most handsome beforehand so this fucking scar has really gone and fucked me over hasn’t it?”

It was almost impossible to swallow down the amusement bubbling in your stomach. Alfie really was an idiot.

In all honesty, you didn’t see a damn thing wrong. Of course, you preferred Alfie without the bullet wound — but that was only because the scar was a reminder that he’d been shot by someone he’d considered to be a mate for a while.. someone who could very well come back and try and finish him off. It reminded you that Alfie lived a very dangerous life and he could be taken from you at any given moment. Your fingers twitched and then tensed, falling from his warm cheeks instead to the thick fabric of his coat. Clutching on to it, you wiggled closer. Appearance wise, it didn’t affect you at all. You knew it ordinarily should’ve, you should’ve been somewhat repelled by the scarring that lined half of his face.. you knew anybody would be a little hesitant or distracted. That was normal.. what wasn’t normal was finding the man even more handsome. There was still no flaw, despite the one staring you dead in the face.

The realization of why you still found Alfie to be as attractive as he was dawned on you. And it simultaneously scared you and excited you.

You loved him.

The space between the two of you vanished. Placing your small hands on the back of his hot neck, you drew him forward and into you so you could kiss his rambling lips. He went silent instantly, apart from the little hums of enjoyment that escaped him subconsciously. Alfie relaxed against the cushions, tense muscles growing to be loose. Your mouth was slow, soft, careful as it moved against his own. He could tell you weren’t just kissing him, you were trying to tell him something without having to use your words. He almost smiled against your lips, but found it easy to bite back when your tongue pried past your plump, pink mouth to venture into his own.

“I’m sorry.. Mr Solomons?” The woman he’d hired to keep his home tidy poked her head into the small den. Accidentally ruining the little moment the pair of you had been sharing, she brushed her fingers along the length of the doorway — a shy action to relieve some of the awkwardness her presence had created. “I’m all finished.” Right after the accident, you’d hired Emily to help out around Alfie’s. He wasnt capable of making dinner or keeping his house clean, he was always so tired from the medication he was on and stressed because he worried about Cyril and his business. You were busy with work on weekdays so it was really only at night, when you shared his bed, and on weekends that you got to spend a lot of time with the handsome man.

Prying yourself out of his secure grip, you brushed your fingers through your hair and inhaled deeply before looking in the woman’s direction. You’d helped pick her. She was very sweet, kept to herself, did her duties and then went on her way. Alfie let out a hoarse grunt before nodding his head once in her direction. His thick fingers ran along the length of your back, caressing it before he stood from his slouched position on the sofa.

“I’ll be paying you tomorrow, yeah, instead of on Friday. Going out of town that day, remember, fuck ton of stuff I need to get done.” The man shoved his hand into the deep pocket that lined his trousers. Dragging the gray slip of paper which had all her hours written on it, he shook the flimsy thing before setting it down on the desk so he could write down her hours for the day.

You shuffled on the couch. He wasn’t going anywhere. You thought it was cute, how much he wanted to go back to work and resume with where things had left off, but that was too risky. You weren’t going to let him go off to Camden Town, tell everyone he’d returned from the dead and then let Tommy Shelby show up announced to put another bullet wound on the opposite side of his face. Your lips twitched south, heart sliding down, down, down and into your tight stomach. The second Emily had confirmed he’d written down the right amount of hours, she grasped her coat from the rack in the corner and sent a short wave in your direction. You tipped your head toward her sweetly, but the kind gesture didn’t match the worried expression on your face. You didn’t want anything to happen to Alfie.

Rising from the couch, you crossed the length of the room without hesitation and while the man was tucking the piece of paper away in his pocket, you slipped your arms around his waist and nestled your front against his broad back, catching him offguard. Alfie stiffened for a moment before peering over his shoulder and down at your sweet face. Your lower lip was pouted, eyes big and watery as you gazed up at him. Try as he might, you both knew when Friday came around, he’d be lounging in the armchair and you’d be perched on his lap — no care in the world to hold your own job if it meant ensuring Alfie wasn’t getting into any trouble.

He twisted around and locked his strong arms around your small shoulders. Holding you against him securely, his mouth skimmed the top of your head. He’d never be able to understand why you cared about him so much or why you were so eager to stick around. His unanswered questions though, were about to be answered. Those three words were burning the tip of your tongue, but you took your time blurting them out.. your heart was beating so fast and your tongue felt swollen.

Alfie, in all honesty, hadn’t expected you to hang around after he was pronounced dead. Nobody else had come around, banging on the door of a deceased man. But you had. And you’d come daily, hitting the wood with your tightly curled fist in order to just be around Alfie’s belongings. The scent was comforting, the familiarity of his home. He was in the hospital, unbeknownst to you and you were curled up on his sofa, unbeknownst to him. Before he had a maid, it was easy to sneak into his home, knocking cautiously beforehand to ensure nobody was inside — cleaning it out, ridding of his things. Then one day, you’d come around and when you’d knocked, the gangster had answered. He was stood broad and tall with a hard expression on his face. He looked worn and exhausted, much paler than you’d remembered. You’d both been speechless for what felt like forever.

“Pet?” Alfie drew you from your thoughts. The words you’d been about to confess were forgotten for a moment. He was staring at you with such care glistening in those enrapturing blue eyes of his. You sent him a soft smile before leaning up on your tiptoes to steal a very soft kiss. “Alright?”

“Hm?” You nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You felt like you were suddenly floating. The man in front of you was all yours and it was only hitting you now what that truly meant. Before this whole ordeal, when Alfie was going to work and his face was void of any scar, things had felt like they were just for fun. The pair of you fooled around, despite where you were, on the job, at the park, at home, it didn’t matter. Course, it didn’t feel like your relationship was strictly sex, but you hadn’t exactly envisioned being tied down to this man at any point. Now here you were, swallowing thickly in order to silence the heavily hammering beat of your heart. Nothing had ever been casual between the two of you. The minute he’d invited you around, it should’ve been a given that your heart was being given over to him. You didn’t do casual things. Casual sex wasn’t who you were. You were too emotionally invested in people. In him.

“Alfie,” You whispered breathily, when your head was beginning to pulsate from all the raging thoughts. You tipped your head back in order to see him fully, stomach twisting nervously despite the fact that you were sure he returned the feelings. “Alfie, I love you.” You told him softly. The whisper was almost inaudible, but he’d heard you clearly. His hands was delicately tracing your warm skin, absentmindedly caressing your soft flesh before he stilled at your confession. His mouth ran dry and his face felt hot. He knew the words weren’t too surprising, he’d been waiting to hear them for forever.. but now that you’d actually said them, it made everything all the more real. He blinked once and then twice, before his fingers resumed their soft strokes. You shivered beneath the warmth of his fingertips and the cold graze of his rings.

“Bout fucking time you told me, innit?” He joked. The man’s grip tightened in only the slightest so he could securely drag you into him. Your chest hit his silently as you lifted your arms in order to wound them around his neck. He grunted breathily, hunching forward in the slightest so his mouth could brush your cheek. “I love you.” He murmured. His breath tickled the side of your neck, and his words made your heart skip a beat. You let out a quiet sigh of delight before turning your head and catching his lips for a slow kiss.

His pink lips were warm and wet as they moved against your own. He laid his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place so he could kiss you as deeply as he pleased. He always took the lead and you always followed his every movement with your own. Alfie took a small step back, waiting patiently for you to follow along with him. It didn’t take long at all, your body was practically glued to his own, desperate to remain close and refusing to part for too long. He fell back on the arm chair and you collapsed instantly on his lap. Straddling his thighs with a slow smile and a shaky exhale, you broke the kiss long enough to sit up. Setting your hands on the arms of the furniture, you peered down at the man before biting on your bottom lip. Nothing felt as nice as telling someone you love them, and being told they felt the exact same.

Your fingertip lifted to the scar on his face and without hesitation, you caressed the tender space. He didn’t wince or flinch, for he felt comfortable and safe beneath your touch. You felt him stiffen momentarily, a sign he wanted to turn away and hide the impossible to remove patch of skin. You leaned in and kissed the space, reminding him that though he may feel self conscious about the injury, it didn’t bother you at all. Kissing up to his forehead, you drew his head forward and into your chest, cradling him as if he were a small child. You kissed his brown locks, ruffling them momentarily. His hair was shorter than it use to be. You used to almost suffocate between his shaggy brown strands when the pair of you made love. Now, it was short and easy to escape when you brushed your face against the top. Smiling to yourself, you pulled him in just a little closer.

“I love you.” You whispered into his strands before drawing back and hiding your face against his shoulder. He locked you in his embrace then, securely trapping you in place. You didn’t mind, neither of you going to be willing to move for a while.

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A/N: I feel sick, and I know this is absolutely shitty.

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Untitled.

A/n: shitty fic I wrote in like an hour, it probably has a f load of grammar issues and continuity errors. I’m sorry

Warnings: poorly written smut (light smut)

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Its kinda funny looking back at It. When you had met Cedric you were quite fond of Him actually, but now, now you couldn’t stand him being in the same room. To be honest you really cant remember why you started hating him, it started with a few misunderstanding and from there it kept getting worse, with him hearing you talked shit about him from some mutual friend (which wasnt true) and then you hearing him talk shit about you while being just out of his vision. The more it went on the worse it got and now here you are 3 years later at his house cause he was throwing a party and he didn’t invite you, no. and even if he did you would not have gone but Your best friend had tricked you into going by telling you she was taking you to dinner and drove in the entirely opposite direction of the restaurant. She knew that it was all misunderstandings and that if you two could get a minute of actually talking instead of arguing you’d be good friends.. or maybe more. That’s why with every chance she got she would make sure to get the two of you in the same room. Always turned out bad but she still had hope for some reason

“Liza, don’t hate me. I know you’ll have fun tonight just trust me”

Nicole said as she handed her a drink filled with god knows what. “As long as i get drunk enough to forget this whole night ill have a great time” liza replied sarcastically, raising her cup and taking a sip

You where there for a while now and had about 3 drinks, you hadn’t actually seen Cedric all night which was weird seeing as it was his house. You looked around for a while, maybe he wasn’t actually here? Why did it matter though, its probably better if you don’t run into him. And where the hell did nicole go? If she was going to force you to a party thrown by someone you hated why couldn’t she at least stay by your side.

you finally (unfortunately) found Cedric, you could see him from across the room, laughing with some friends. Hes so annoying if you were closer you would probably punch him, well obviously not but you wanted to. It was even more annoying that he was hot, the worst part was that he knew it and it pissed you off so much.

You were staring daggers at him and he felt it, he looked directly into your eyes and furrowed his brows in confusion, stared for a moment and started walking toward you. “Shit” you said to yourself trying to get lost in the crowed but he grabbed your arm to stop you “what are you doing here?” He asked genuinely confused. “Look i don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t want me here” you said harshly, ripping your arm from his grasp. “Oh, well why don’t you just leave then, love” he shot back now sounding annoyed.

“Fuck off” you rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen to get another drink. You would’ve left a while ago if it wasnt for the fact that you couldn’t find nicole.

It had been about an hour since you’d seen nicole and you were starting to get a little worried, Even with now about 6 drinks in your system, barely able to see, you were still worried something had happened to her, i mean the house wasnt gigantic so she had to be around somewhere, you stumbled around the house looking for her. Opening one of the bathroom doors “Where the hell is sh-“ you walked in on two people going at it pretty hard “SORRY” you shouted, quickly shutting the door. This wasnt a frat party, what the fuck is wrong with people.

Eventually you made your way upstairs and into a bedroom, too drunk to even realize who’s bedroom this could’ve been, you sat on the bed grabbing your phone from your purse to call nicole so that you could leave but somehow it was dead. “Great” you sighed, laying down and closing your eyes in defeat. “How could this day get any worse?” You think out loud right as an obviously very drunk person enters the room. Too drunk and tired to move or open your eyes you just lay there until you hear them say “oy, get the fuck out of my room!”

Your eyes shot open. It was Cedric, of course. I guess this is how the day gets worse. “Well maybe you should’ve locked your damn door if you didn’t want anyone in here” you snap back, not even knowing why, he had a right to be pissed about you laying on his bed. You stood from the bed grabbing your purse and fixing your hair a little “you’re a little brat, you know” he said angrily, taking a few steps toward you. “Fuck you, diggory”

“You wish” he said smugly with a smirk, only boosting your anger.. and something else. “Not in your wildest dreams” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. It would be much easier to be angry right now if he didn’t look so damn hot right now but you did your best with playing off the thoughts that just went through your head. You go to leave the room (and hopefully the house) but he blocks your path to the door “move.” You demanded

Cedric smirked, crossing his arms “make me”. You rolled your eyes and tried to push him out of the way put the moment you put your hand on him he grabbed you and pushed you against the door, caging you in with his hands on either side of your head “back off you fucking creep” you tried to say angrily, not really wanting him to. “Make me” he said again, his voice much lower now. He leaned closer so that your lips were centimeters apart. not knowing what the fuck to do you pushed him away. Still caging you in he was a little further from you now. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you” he said eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes. you said nothing.

“Tell. Me” he demanded, Getting closer again. Running one of his hands down your arm “i thought you wanted me to get out of your room”
 “thats right. Get the fuck out”. “Move then” you said eyes flickering down to his lips. with that, he moved. He pushed himself against you, kissing you hard, one hand on the base of your neck and the other on your waist, holding you in place. You wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer, if that was possible. The kiss was heated and it felt to good you almost whimpered. His mouth moved to your neck and in between kissed he said “tell me to stop”. You moaned in response. He stopped, looking up at you, kissing you harshly again. his hands moving to under your ass “jump” he said into the kiss. You jumped and he picked you up, moving you to his bed, not breaking the kiss Ashe laying you on the bed, laying above you.

Moving his mouth to your neck again his hand move down under your dress and- and someone was laughing? You slowly pull apart and look to your left. Nicole and Fred were holding their stomachs laughing so hard they were crying. They had clearly just walked out of the bathroom, looking like they had just been doing something questionable, probably the same thing you were in the middle of. “Where the fuck have you been!” You yelled at nicole “I’ve been around” she and Fred shared a look and started laughing again. “Are you ready to leave? Or should we give you some time” nicole said after she calmed down, on the verge of laughing again. Fred still giggling “yea do you guys need a moment?”

You and Cedric looked at each other, and he laughed, “maybe we are gonna need a while” his tone getting serious again, leaning down to give you a small kiss. Nicole and Fred looked at each other with wide eyes and ran out of the room as fast as they could.

Cedric smirked. “Now, where were we?” He said leaning down.

[chatnoirismycinnamonroll]

Alternate Ending to Mayura/ Song fic

I get a lot of inspiration from songs, so I'm probably going to have a lot of fics based on songs, such as this one and my previous one, Only Human, which many of you have already read. Thank you for reading. Enjoy the fic :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own, and never will own, Miraculous Ladybug or any other songs my fics are based on. Inspired by I'm Still Here from Jem and the Holograms.

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It seemed like the battle was over. Chat Noir and Ladybug were groaning on the floor, having been beaten physically by Hawkmoth. He was still red, since Ladybug wasn't able to take away his cane successfully and shatter it. The other akumas had them surrounded, but Hawkmoth kept them at bay. He wanted an audience that would laugh and point along with him when he succeeded in taking the heroes' Miraculouses. Hawkmoth smirked as he stepped towards the heroes, watching them try and fail to crawl away from him.

"You both are no match for me. You are still so young, so inexperienced. You still dont know how to keep your transformations. You're sad excuses for heroes. Not only did you fail to protect Paris..." Hawkmoth stood over Chat Noir, and Ladybug's eyes widened as he reached down towards her partner. "...you even failed to protect each other from me."

Hawkmoth grabbed his hand, ready to pull his ring off, when a small red body collided into him, shouting "Don't you dare touch him!"

"M'Lady, no, wait!"

"Get off me, you stupid girl!"

"Chat!"

"Cataclysm!"

"NO!" Hawkmoth cried out in anger as Chat turned his cane into nothing but dust. He watched as his red akuma fluttered out. He reached out to grasp it, only for a red yoyo to soar over his head and conceal it within its healing light.

He felt the red bubbles envelop him as he watched the purified butterfly fly out of the yoyo and his anger grew with every flutter of its wings. He reached behind him towards the spotted heroine and finally grasped her and pulled her off his back, holding her by her neck as she kicked in pain and defiance while he threw that blasted yoyo away from her grasp. He leaned in close to her ear, and whispered menacingly:

"You may have won the battle, but you have not won the war. I wonder if this wingless Ladybug can fly."

His voice held nothing but cold anger, and Ladybug's eyes widened as she felt the flex of his arm as he quickly drew her back and threw her over the side of the railing.

"LADYBUG!"

The sound of her body hitting the landing 50 feet below them echoed in Chat Noir's ears, and he rushed to the edge as fast as he could. His emerald eyes glimmered with tears and dulled with pain and grief as he saw her motionless body lay on the metal landing, not a sign of life coming from her closed blue eyes. He couldnt feel anything. His eyes went blank as he desperately tried to shove down the pain of losing someone he loved (again!), but the anguish practically glowed form his cat-like eyes.

Hawkmoth could see the pain, and like any moth, he was drawn to it. But he still had uses for the boy, so akumatization wouldn't be so ideal. But a boy filled with hate for his loved one, and everything she cared about, would be perfect in destroying the city she loved to protect. He would be the perfect minion.

Chat's eyes widened as he heard the sound of a string being pulled, and he turned around to see Kim, akumatized regularly back into Dark Cupid, and a black rose hitting his chest. His vision enveloped into black, and he knew no more.

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"Dupain-Cheng! Wake up! Ugh, you better not be dead or I swear on my Miraculous I WILL sting you."

"Chloe-"

"Its Queen Bee, Cesaire. Get it right, fox."

"Everyone knows who you are, Chloe, since you were the one who gave up your identity on your first day, so it doesnt really matter what I call you, now, does it?"

"Its for the principle here that matters!"

"Girls, now is not the time! We need to do something! Marinette, dude, please wake up."

"Shes not going to wake up, Nino! She's, she's-!"

"Still alive." Marinette groaned out, her head pounding as she finally got her eyes to open.

"Marinette!" Marinette cried out softly as she got crushed between two bodies, but it didnt last because a third person pulled them off and slapped her arm none too gently.

"Ow! Chloe!"

"That, Dupain-Cheng, is for daring to have been my hero all this time without telling me or your friends and for almost dying today. I'd consider giving you the gift of hugging me for your comfort, but I dont want your bloody lip getting anything on my designer jacket." Chloe sat back down with a huff, looking away with bright red cheeks as the trio of heroes looked at her in shock.

Marinette finally chuckled and smiled when it drew Chloe's attention. "Thanks, Chloe. I'll try not to die anytime soon, and I might, might, take you up on that offer for a hug. If you're nice."

Chloe made a disgusted face that made everyone laugh. Marinette's chuckles, however, died down at her sudden realization that something, or someone, was missing.

"Um, guys? Where exactly are we? And where's Chat Noir?"

Their chuckles died down at Marinette's questions. The trio looked at each other, trying to decide who would be best to tell her. Chloe rolled her eyes, but kept her eyes averted nervously as she spoke.

"Well, Dupain-Cheng...Marinette, Foxlya and Ninopace decided it would be such a brilliant idea to shove us all into a storage closet in my daddy's hotel while your mangy alley cat and Big, Bad and Unfashionable destroyed Paris."

Marinette stared at Chloe, silent with shock. Alya waved a hand in front of her face, but she still didnt react.

"Um...Mari?"

"He...they...what? Chat would never-!"

Nino spoke up, his voice tinged with a grim determination. "Oh, we know. Dark Cupid got to him first. I guess seeing you fall 50 feet and then lay motionless must have left him emotionally vulnerable, dude."

Alya looked sadly at her best friend as she looked down at the covers, her fists clenching and unclenching with her troubled thoughts. Marinette might not have known who Chat Noir was, but it was obvious that she loved him almost, if not just as much as she loved Adrien.

"So, you guys know. Then where's...?"

"Shes eating and resting in the other room. She was panicking about you, so we sent her with our kwamis to calm her down. You want to call her in?"

"That sounds just like Tikki. Always worrying about me." Marinette smiled fondly to herself before looking up at Alya. "Bring her in, Alya. I want to make sure she's also fine with the fall."

Marinette watched Alya stride towards the door, her hand reach towards the handle, but flinching back as a little red goddess phased through the door and rushed at Marinette.

"Marinette! Oh, I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried it was all so sudden, I wasnt sure my magic would cushion your fall in time!"

Mari's blue eyes twinkled with joy and exasperated fondness as Tikki snuggled up to her cheek, worrying all the way. "I'm fine, just a little sore, I think. It still surprises me that I can survive a fall that high in the suit."

"Yeah, but please dont make it a habit."

Marinette smiled, but she turned serious as she once more pondered their situation. The look on her face finally destroyed any doubt her friends might have had that Marinette wasnt Ladybug.

"Marinette?"

"We need to capture Hawkmoth once and for all, but we cant do it alone. We need Chat Noir back. No offence guys, but you're still fairly new to working with me. And I need someone who really gets my way of thinking. Chat is that person, and i wouldn't trade him for anyone, or ever leave him at the hands of evil. Once we get Chat, Hawkmoth is going to have a hard time without all his other akumas."

Alya, Nini, and Chloe smiled eagerly, and leaned forward. "We're in."

"Great. We'll start immediately. But first, I need to get up and trans-augh!" Marinette fell forward as a sharp pain flashed through her abdomen, but Alya caught her before she hit the ground.

(Start playing I'm Still Here from Jem and the Holograms)

"Marinette, you need to move carefully! You literally just survived a life-threatening fall." Alya scolded Marinette as she helped her stand fully. Marinette smiled thankfully up at her, and looked down at Tikki. Her heart started beating faster.

"Ready? You think we can do this?"

"Of course, Ladybugs have always won. You can do this. It's written in the stars."

Marinette called on her transformation as she walked towards the door, her steps gaining confidence as she thought, "It's not over. I've still got fight."

Part of her worried over Chat Noir, wondering if she would be able to draw him from the darkness like last time. And she promised herself that Hawkmoth would pay for taking her kitty.

She looked at her team, so brave to rise after being broken. They didnt know what was coming, but they'd face it head-on.

She opened the door, and saw nothing but flames. Paris was up in flames, and it felt like her heart was burning with it. She looked at her team, and together they took the leap, falling before catching themselves, and she felt the familiar rush that told her "I'm still here." They ran across the non burning buildings, the flames licking them when they leapt over the burning ones.

They headed towards the Eiffel Tower, and she could see the height differences between the landings, and felt the ghost pain of falling, and a fire to defeat Hawkmoth once and for all. He was standing there, with Chat Noir at his left, a small collar around his neck, like a symbol that Chat belonged to Hawkmoth.

Ladybug's eyes narrowed. She ducked under a burning arch as they snuck up onto the landing. Oh, hell no. That's her kitty. He just crossed a line, and she's taking her kitty back.

"CHAAAAAT!!!!" She cried as she launched herself at him. His lips were black again, but Ladybug was not going to spend almost an hour chasing him again. Her lips crashed against his, and she rolled with him as Carapace shielded her while Rena and Queen Bee attacked Hawkmoth and Dark Cupid.

Her kitty's eyes were like fiery waterfalls. His tears burned her as she saw his pain at thinking she was dead.

"I'm here, you stupid Chat."

"My Lady?"

"Who else? Now, let's get that Miraculous."

They rushed into the fight, Hawkmoth's face whitening at seeing her still alive.

'I'm still here.'

"This isnt possible! You're supposed to be dead! You should be gone."

"And yet, I'm not. I'm still here. And I'll always be here, as long as you continue to terrorize people, Chat Noir, Rena Rogue, Queen Bee, Carapace and I will still be here to take you down! You cant win against us, Hawkmoth, and you can never get rid of us. You tried, and you failed.

I'm still here."

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I'm just going to leave this here. If anyone actually wants to write the ending in which they defeat Hawkmoth, that's cool. I just kept hearing that song come up in my playlist and thought, this is a great comeback song. Like, you cant defeat us, no matter how hard you try.

I'm still here.

@mindfulmagics @drarrylover007 @zoe-oneesama @marionettedupaincheng @lunian @un1cornf1ghter @dreamteaze

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BNHA Fanfic: I can’t do this anymore - Chapter 1

Hi guys

I tried to put this onto AO3 until i realised i don't have an account and can't be invited to join until the 7th December (boo!) But i wanted to share my first fanfic in the Boku No Hero Academia `fandom, and well- i decided i could finally share some of my writing.. (i’m shy with my writing)

This is quite a TRIGGERY FANFIC, so i’m putting an explicit warning on this just in case!

Category: Explicit Trigger warnings for: Suicide Mention, Graphic Depictions of Suicide, Depiction of Depression, Depression and Deliberate self harm!

Words: 2,189 

                                         Chapter 1: The End for Me:

Midoriya has finally got to breaking point, the nightmares and his past have slowly spurred him down the wrong path mentally. He tries to take his own life.

It was nighttime when it happened, when a doting mother found her child in the tub fully clothed.
 It was nighttime when she noticed the water was red.
 It was at nighttime her son decided to try and take his own life.

Midoriya Izuku was never one of the luckiest people in the world, on the contrary he was quite unlucky with the hand life had dealt him in the world he was born into.
 A world where 80% of the population possess an ability, a quirk if you will.
It could be anything from the ability to use fire, or to just not need sleep at all- even brainwash those around you.
 Midoriya Izuku idolised the handful of those 80% who pursued a career into heroics and was absolutely obsessed, he even analysed every hero he saw throughout his life- countermeasures and interesting points.
It was a hobby, he said.

There was one hero Midoriya wanted to be like the most, All Might.
 A man with such a vague power that the news labelled as a boost of power, or super strength who in his debut saved more people than was thought physically possible.
 The physically impossible became possible with All Might’s influence, he was a symbol of peace- he was Midoriya’s idol. Midoriya was four years old when he was told he had no chance, he had no quirk. He was “quirkless” or known as the 20% of the population that had the unfortunately of not being granted a quirk at all.

He grew up in a neighbourhood alongside other children who got their quirks at this age, especially his friend Katsuki Bakugou.
 Bakugou or Kacchan as Midoriya called him gained an explosion quirk that their kindergarten teachers assured the blonde would be very useful towards pursuing a hero career when he was older.
Before this happened, him and Katsuki were okay friends- Katsuki would tease him for not being good at stuff, but it was never malicious in any way it was more that his friend was teasing in a way to make himself look better. Not that Midoriya had a problem with it, he looked up to his friend and the way his leadership and confidence shined at such a young age and gathered the neighbourhood kids together in a way only Midoriya could hope of doing himself.
 They talked constantly about not being able to wait until they got their quirks, Katsuki boasting he would get an awesome quirk which followed with small little Midoriya Izuku voicing his hope about getting one just as cool as his friends.
The little ones thought times ahead, being heroes together. But quirks changed that.

Katsuki slowly stopped being friendly, one he got his quirk and became malicious so much as to point out that the character’s in Midoriya’s first name also spelt “Deku” or well “useless” which stung when he pointed it out.
Still, the smaller younger version of himself stuck around the blonde - was it fear of being lonely in the neighbourhood or was the tiny child a glutton for punishment? did he think he deserved it because of his unfortunately to not be given a quirk? The years continued and slowly the teasing went from malicious jabs to Katsuki Bakugou using his quirk against the quirkiness child which meant day in day out the small child sported bruising and grazes from these events.
He would also laugh it off with his mother and say he was always just “messing about” with the kids from his school and that this is just “what boys do” to which his mother would shake her head and scold him for his recklessness. He started keeping a first aid kit hidden in his room, so for the days his mother was working he would come back home and patch himself up before she got there and saw the higher scale of these wounds.

Middle school came and went, or well to Midoriya it felt like an eternity of torment where Katsuki Bakugou had influenced the whole class and well, their homeroom teacher wasnt exactly the nicest when it came to acceptance of “quirkless students” Midoriya got used to being a fast runner after school ended, hoping to get home without a solid scrape on himself and some days he was lucky.
Sometimes he wasn’t.

It was when his application to Yuuei was voiced by the teacher, the aggression that seeped off Katsuki Bakugou like heat off an oven- it had a similar overbearing urge to close your eyes to the incoming onslaught.
The threats and taunts clung to the young teen like shackles as he walked home that day, it made his feet heavy and well. 
Luck just wasn't on his side was it? 
He was ambushed by a slime villain that day, the same day he was saved by All Might. 
 The same day the man he admired changed before his very eyes to an emicicatd person who Midoriya didn’t even realise at the time was the same person!

After that fateful meeting he had head home with his head low only to notice that the same slime villain had escaped, and it had his childhood friend! Katsuki Bakugou was trapped in the villain’s grasp.
 He had moved without thinking even though without a quirk to hope to fight this villain to save his childhood friend.
 All might had reappeared, and when it was over in a flash he was ambushed by said hero.
He was told he could be granted a quirk.

The next months had zoomed since then, the training his body had to undergo to accept the quirk, his application to Yuuei Academy and the entrance exam came and went where he used the quirk for the first time. 
 And broke his arm. See the quirk All might had given him was called One for All- a sacred torch type quirk passed down from bearer to bearer, but Midoriya couldn’t control it. 
It happened time and time again when he was accepted into the Academy, he would damage his body every time.
Even more during the sports festival when the damage on his arm was excruciating painful and affected him for a long time afterwards. They had been moved into dormitories on campus following an attack on the class during a camping trip.

It all led up to this day, Midoryia had been suffering the past weeks trying to maintain his happy go lucky attitude, between putting his body through hell at hero classes, and not sleeping at night due to the nightmares of all he had been through seeped into his brain over the months he had experienced them.
 Would he ever be as good as All Might?
 Why.. did everyone help him when he was really just some loser who got lucky time and time again since he joined the academy? It hurt so much.
His mind couldn’t get over not having to jump or twitch whenever someone else he shared a class with walked into the same room.
He was having trouble concentrating and his grades were slipping.
 Did he really deserve to be here? Maybe Bakugou was right, maybe he was useless. A useless waste of space that people were entertaining, he slowly started to withdraw from his friends and became a lot quieter- not that anyone worried too much, maybe he was just focusing on something! he had a tendency to mutter and study on something in his interesting.


Days started to blur together for him, the play of being a happy person became to much, too tiring for him with the fact he was getting absolutely NO SLEEP. Although, one day he looked at the page of his hero analysis book one day and it slowly dawned on him… 
This didn’t make him happy anymore, why.. was he doing this?
Why did he bother writing these notes anyway.
That was the day he locked them away and the whole class noticed he stopped his muttering and analysis of peoples fighting and quirk use in classes.
It was creepy when he did, again. no-one minded.

It slowly creeped into him, like a darkness burrowing into his heart from that day, why was he even trying and putting himself through so much physical and mental anguish if nothing was making him happy anymore? If nothing could make him happy, would he ever be happy again- was he so useless that now his emotions were leaving him this empty casket of a person, did his emotions just shut up shop and move out?
 He wouldn't blame his emotions if they did, he wished he could just leave his mind for one second. People started to get concerned for him though, when he couldn’t put on his happy mask he would just sigh and say he was tired from the classes and he was going to go for a nap in his dormitory. It was starting to become hard, how easy it was to distance himself from people because would anyone really care? If they did why didn’t they follow him when he started acting different?
Why weren’t people more concerned? If no-one around him cared, would anyone? If he just…disappeared into thin air?

It was a day when he got back to the dormitory and the whole class was sat around their big television.
 A head whipped around towards his direction


“Hey! Midoriya-kun come watch the movie with us!” Kirishima grinned

“Oh, i.. uh, cant today Kirishima-kun!” He waved his arms fluidly looking to the side



“How come?”



“Oh, I’m visiting home tonight! my..mum hasn’t seen me in a while!”

“Huh? I see then, Family is important so take care on your travel there!” The Redhead grinned


“Tell Midoriya-san i said Hi!” Uraraku piped up happily waving to Midoriya “Ah! Wil do Uraraka-chan!” Midoriya beamed her his best fake smile before he darted up to his dormitory.

The moment the door closed, the weight on his shoulder felt like it dropped.
He had been planning all day, today. 
Today was his last day on earth.
 He loved his mother, he wanted his last day to be with her He also knew he’d be interrupted fast if he tried anything in the dormitories, and well..He wasn't planning to see tomorrow anyway.

He wrote a letter, his eyes burnt as he wrote it and by the time he was done there were small dents in the paper where water had impacted the paper.
Damnit he had cried. 
He didn’t know he could still do that.

After quietly packing his whole room into boxes like he had unpacked them out of months earlier, he left with his yellow backpack in tow. After a quiet journey to his childhood home, he prayed no-one had checked on his room yet since he had left quite quietly as to not disturb the movie.
 When he arrived home his mother greeted him with a hug, and for a split second he wondered.
 Should i do this?
 But the soul crushing weight of the past months reassured him this was the correct choice. He waited and endured his mother’s socialising until she went to bed, taking a notepad from the coffee table he wrote the same letter as he did earlier in the dormitories. He then went quietly into his mothers room with the letter he had folded up and put it by her bedside.

“I’m so sorry Mum..” he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

The slow trickle of water soothed him as he rummaged through his backpack to find what he was after.
It was a pack of blades he had found a couple days ago at the supermarket to put in face razors that men had.
He bought one of those to dismiss any concerns from the shop assistant, but the razor stayed in the bag. This was it.

When the water was at an acceptable level he got in, huffing out a breath at the slight tinge of cold it had.
Not that it mattered, he wasn't here to wash himself.
He opened the pack quietly, before one of the sharp razor blades landed in his grip and stood out against the skin of his hand. 
Shining silver against pale skin. 
It was kind of beautiful in a weird way to his eyes. He breathed out shakily, his hands were shaking aswell as his breath.
 He couldn’t turn back. 
It had to end.

He used the strong upper arm muscle he had to force the blade deep into his skin, rivers of scarlet already appearing beneath the silver glint of the razor, he dug until it felt deep enough, and he forced the blade up his arm vertically almost instantly, gasping out involuntarily from the pain. 
It was no arm break but, it was... Painful. He gained his breath back shortly after, and dig the same to the other arm, dropping the razor on instinct before diving his deeply cut arms into the cold water, he hissed in pain before leaning his head and breathing a sigh of relief.

“It’s over…”

Everything went black.

[asagimeta]

Teen Wolf episode 6x07- “Heartless”- Observations And Predictions

Hello puppies and kittens, and welcome to week seven of My Tuesday Nights Make Me Crave Sleep, it's twelve-thirty, I'm hoping if I limit my distractions I can actually get this one done before my eyes start to sting, wich means that I shouldn't wast any more time on an intro~

Theo waking up in the mourge definately reminds me of Allion in 3B, when she had her heart removed (and hey, look what happened!) I don't really know why but just... the tone of it, I guess? It felt very reminiscent of that entire scene to me, and he DID have his heart taken out, and it looked like it was a black heart to me, wich I normally wouldn't speculate much about because, let's be honest, Teen Wolf's lighting department seems to be like one dude with a lamp on the BEST of days, it's highly possible it was just normal old red blood that the darkness of the screen made into black, but ... there is a reason I bring the question up, in Once Upon A Time a black heart represents evil, evil deeds stain your heart, and OUAT isn't the first franchise to take the "blackened heart" thing so literally as far as I'm aware, so could Teen Wolf be showing us Theo's true evil? Could it come up again later? Possibly... we know the heart belonged to his sister, but if they go this route then wouldn't Theo's evil have "corrupted true good" by turning her heart black? .. Unless his sister wasn't as innocent as we were told...

I'd also like to mention that this is Theo's personal hell, from what I can gather, it's supposed to be an example of what he went through when he was underground, wich is pretty much identical to the concept of "personal hell" in American Horror Story, where you live the same moment over and over and over again for eternity, for Cordelia it's being abused by her mother, for Queenie it's working in fast food and being disrespected, for Misty- in possibly the cruelest fate ever- it's being in a classroom forced to dissect frogs, etc etc, no matter what it is, it's the same thing that happens on loop for eternity until you pull yourself out (*sigh* My poor Misty...) that's basically what's happening to Theo here, his worst nightmare, being played out on loop for eternity... wich really makes me wonder, if he was more willing to go back to THAT than become a Ghost Rider, how bad must being a Rider POSSIBLY be? He makes it very clear that he'd rather go back to having his heart ripped out by his creepy sister on loop for eternity than join The Hunt, so something tells me that joining up means a fate worse than just riding around collecting souls for eternity.... there's something else there, something more horrific, we just don't know what yet

Now here's a "fun" question: Malia says that she, Scott, and Lydia "all remember Stiles", but do they really? Do they remember STILES, or do they remember that Stiles EXISTS? Because so far everything we've heard concerning him is just really genaric stuff that could be said about pretty much anyone, the only indication we get AT ALL that they remember Stiles as a PERSON and not just remember KNOWING someone named Stiles is when Lydia was in his room but I feel like that's more of a banshee thing than a memory thing, Theo's recollection, in what LITTLE we've seen of it, just seems to be more .. well... MORE... it has more muchness to it, the other three though, their memories haven't been shown to have any muchness at all yet, wich seems weird as they should have been able to remember him in full- if they do like Malia says they do- for two full episodes now yet not one of them ever makes ANY comment or allusion to him outside of a very genaric reference...

This has nothing to do with meta but it's both hilarious and tragic that Theo references Scott and Liam as Mom and Dad, hilarious because fandom has been saying that about Scott and Stiles for ages now.... and tragic for the same reason because excuse you you couldn't have slipped that reference in when the REAL Pack Mom was around Teen Wolf? Ah well, beggars and choosers and all that (this is just another prime example though of why the Sciles feels were hitting me hard during the "We have to find Stiles" thing though)

So back to meta, we now have confirmation that wherever Theo was, it was the Skin Walkers who were responsible, wich leads me to believe three things:

1. He was not in hell 2. The Skin Walkers have some use/control over interdimensional travel/other worlds/mirrorverses/whatever you want to call it (thus how he was living underground for three months) 3. I believe Theo was in something of a coma, his personal hell wasn't a real place but just a mental warp, we know that Skin Walkers can connect to people on mental levels that seemingly no one else can so it doesn't surprise me that they would use that power to give someone an illusion of whatever their personal hell is wile their body is left in the dirt (literally)

It DOES make me wonder though, on a moral level, why the Skin Walkers feel so obligated to the Kira, I mean if all of this is right and they DIDN'T just gussy up her sword like we first thought they did, then they're doing an awfull lot to get her in their clutches, why? Why do they want to train her so badly? What's in it for them? It's mentioned that Kira would become one of them but how can she be both a kitsune and a Skin Walker? It's all very odd... very, very odd.....

I'm so happy that the sheriff is finally starting to believe, finally after all of this time... I'm glad he goes against the grain- even against his WIFE, real or not- to say he wants to look into it, thouhg I do have ONE question, pod-Claudia mentions the people owning the house before them "did some crazy things", I mean I know that could have VERY easily just been Claudia telling a lie but what if it wasn't? What if it was a subtle reference to Stiles and the sheriff living there before "Claudia" and having gone through a bunh of "Crazing things" because of the supernatural? Not that it changes anything but I thought it was an interesting thought to bring up anyway

Aw man and I just want to take this moment to shout out to whoever thought putting Theo on a leash was a GREAT idea because it was, it was a GREAT idea

So the thing about Peter's skin slipping off of his body, I've seen that before, and no I'm not talking about werewolf transformations, I'm talking about in THIS exact context: HEALING, with death and rebirth coming together and all of that other fun, weird, stuff, namely, it was in X-File, in season seven, "Deadalive", Mulder comes back to life after having been abducted by aliens for a few months by- you guessed it- shluffing off is skin- his literally dead skin- and coming out all sparkling and new underneath it, I find this significant but I'm not sure why just yet... I tried to look into the background behind Deadalive and tried looking into the details but unfortunately I couldn't quite grasp anything in particular but I'll keep it in my back pocket for the future because I KNOW it's significant somehow...

Seriously though why has the nine herbs thing never been a thing? So far that's twice in the last two episodes that they've brought someone back from the dead, you'd think that would be kind of important all things considered... I mean, think about just HOW. MUCH. it's already done in only two episodes, why do hunters not have pouches of this remedy strapped to them from head to toe?

So the cool thing is about this Claudia question.. I actually went into detail on it aleady riiiiight about here, so I'm just going to let everyone read that rather than rehashing it again at five in the morning http://asagimeta.tumblr.com/post/155710128096/i-gotta-admit-i-wasnt-expecting-claudia-to-be

So as far as we know the pack still has the ghost rider's gun right? Tell me THAT'S not going to be significant later (also, quick note, for the rest of the meta I will be referring to this one singular rider as Danny Phantom, because it's easier and I can)

I'm so proud of the sheriff for telling Lydia "I'm listening" though, if Stiles could see him now... up... until he stopped believing again but still!!

I also just want to point out quickly that I find it really cute how thrilled my mom that Mason has a power now, I'm still here waiting for magic!Stiles but apparently Mason has The Sight (and you can try but you will never take that away from me now) and that's good progress anyway

So we learned something very important about how the Hunt actually works tonight, in that apparently the theory is true that the Hunt doesn't ACTUALLY make things dissappear, they just cover it with invisibility cloth so that most people can't see it, unless you have whatever power Corey has, and now Lydia, although I believe Lydia's reason for being able to sort of see Stiles' stuff has to do with a combination of banshee power and her beleif in Stiles existing to begin with, but still, the fact remains that she and Corey have this in common, wich makes me feel more than ever like Corey's powers are connected to the Hunt... or possibly to something to do with mirrorverse, after all he can turn invisible, I wonder if that has anything to do with being on another dimensional plain of existence from everyone else? So he can opt to basically hang the "Do Not See" sign the Hunters usually use (or one like it) around himself whenever he wants...? Still, the fact that the "If you believe it/touch it/force it back into reality it becomes real again" thing makes alot of sense, but it still makes me wonder about Stiles' room... even if all of his stuff is still technically there (although how is his jersey there when we saw in episode one that some other kid was wearing it?) the room was still undoubtably behind a wall- and on the wrong floor of the house for that matter, that can't simply be due to the Hunt induced blindness can it?

To be honest I'm actually really glad that the Hunt isn't really afraid of Parrish, but rather that they were just trying to communicate with eachother, I think it makes alot more sense in general

I wonder if the fact that this dimensional rift being in the preserve means anything... I mean so much supernatural crap HAPPENED there you know? Everything with the Hale fire, the first time Peter died, Laura is burried there, atleast two people that we know of were bitten there (Scott and Jackson) the NEMETON IS THERE, I mean... these are just a tiny handfull of many, many things... and it begs the question: Is the dimensional rift there because of all of the supernatural activity, or is all of the supernatural activity happening there because of the dimensional rift...?

I would also like to point out that once again Peter says "Humans can't get through" (the portal) but he never specifically says Stiles can't... I believe this is the third time Peter specifically says "Humans can't get through", if it is then we already have our pattern, even if it's only the second time then we're only one away from the pattern, I just... I so badly need magic!Stiles to cross through the portal safely because he's magic... the set up is so perfect, so juicey and amazing, and I just... it could be so amazing!!! I believe in it, Stiles will get through the portal because he isn't human (please Jeff...)

What I really want to know though is how Danny Phantom can suddenly speak English, wasn't he JUST speaking Hunter Gurgle at Parrish a few seconds before...??

I also want to point out that they really are reinforcing Malia being Peter's daughter all of a sudden for some odd reason, I'd like to know why, they've had about three seasons now to reinforce it and they've kept it pretty much quiet until now, only directly referencing it a couple of times between Peter and Malia themselves, and now all of a sudden those two are yapping up this father-daughter thing and it just ... seems suspicious.... and "I'll get you a new anchor" may sound like a funny line, and it is, but I wonder if that isn't more significant too... I wonder if Malia really WILL be getting a new anchor before Stiles gets back, or even maybe after, as a way of showing that she's grown, maybe something inspired by Peter somehow, maybe Peter will sacrifice himself in an attempt to save her/protect her and ~the undeniable power of human love~ + family + selflessness and bravery will become her anchor, like a patronus, that one memory will be her new anchor... I'd actually kinda like that

So why did Danny Phantom seem afraid of Dug? I mean we know that Dug eats him but here's this supposedly ~mystical and deadly Ghost Rider that no one can get a leg up on~ and he sees Dug and all of a sudden he can tell the end is near for him, it makes me wonder.... the last time they met, was Dug the predator, or the prey, in the last exchange he had with Ghost Hunters...?

I also talked about Dug's purdy new green eyes over here http://asagimeta.tumblr.com/post/155710128096/i-gotta-admit-i-wasnt-expecting-claudia-to-be so you can read about what him being a temporary Ghost Hunter/false chimera means there, aaand to sign this off I just want to let everyone know that the last note on my scratch pad when the episode ended read as follows: "NO DUG NO DO NOT LASSO THE TINY GAY" "Damn it Dug"

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After My Son’s Sudden Heart Attack, Who Can Keep Him Alive?

By Zhongshi

Hovering Between Life and Death After a Medical Emergency

The evening of October 5, 2017, my youngest son Xunxun and his family came to my place for dinner, just like always, and afterward Xunxun went to the school to teach a class. A little after 8:00 p.m.

 my daughter-in-law called and said hastily, “Mom, Xunxun’s been taken to the hospital!” I was shocked, and rushed to ask: “He was totally fine when we had dinner just now. How could he suddenly be in the hospital?” Before I could finish she hurriedly hung up the phone.

I couldn’t help but feel panic rising in my heart. My son had just eaten more than a bowl of food and hadn’t mentioned feeling unwell—how could he suddenly be hospitalized? It occurred to me that he had had heart surgery before—could there be something wrong with his heart again? If it was a recurrence of his heart condition, that would really not be a good thing. I was burning with anxiety and wanted to go to the hospital to see him, but I didn’t even know which hospital he was in. What could I do? I thought and I thought, and then called my oldest son, plus my daughter and her husband—only then did I learn that they had already been to the hospital, but no one wanted to tell me about my son’s condition. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. Standing or sitting, I couldn’t get comfortable—I was at a loss. In my desperation, I thought of God and rushed to kneel down and pray: “Oh God! My son has been suddenly hospitalized and I’m so worried for his safety. I don’t know what Your will is, but I believe that You have allowed this to happen. I don’t know what I should do now. Please protect me and allow me to quiet my heart!” After praying, I thought of God’s words, “The fate of man is controlled by the hands of God. You are incapable of controlling yourself: Despite always rushing and busying about for himself, man remains incapable of controlling himself. If you could know your own prospects, if you could control your own fate, would you still be a creature?” That’s it! God is the Lord of creation and every single person’s fate is within His grasp. We are created beings; not only can we not control our own fates, but we particularly cannot control others’ fates. Since my worry and anxiety was useless and my son’s life or death was in God’s hands, all I could do was put him in God’s hands. When I thought of that my heart settled considerably.

Two hours later when my youngest son’s wife came back home with my daughter’s son to get some things, I asked them about my son’s condition. Tears welled up in her eyes and she said to me comfortingly: “It’s nothing. You stay here at home; we’re there for him in the hospital!” She then hurriedly grabbed some of my son’s clothing and personal items, getting ready to drive back. I thought to myself: What really is wrong with my son that they are keeping me in the dark? I insisted that they take me with them. On the way, my daughter-in-law received a call from my oldest son, who was at the hospital. All I could hear was her saying anxiously: “Hm? Why is his heart beating that fast?” A bit later she said with a worried look on her face: “What? There’s no heartbeat now?” From her words I could tell that my son’s condition was probably very serious. If his heart wasn’t beating, at any time couldn’t he…. I didn’t dare think any further, nor did I dare ask my daughter-in-law any more questions. My heart was tied in knots and I was thinking: “My son is still so young, and his son is just five years old. If something were to happen to him, how would we get by? Considering all of this was deeply upsetting. I fought to hold back my tears and prayed to God in my heart nonstop, asking Him to watch over me so I could stand firm in such a situation and not sin with my words. We arrived at the hospital soon after.

God’s Words Display His Mightiness, My Son Is Revived

When I got to my son’s bedside, I saw that he was unconscious, his face was pale, he had an oxygen tube in his nose, and ECG electrode clips on his hands and feet. There were several doctors and professors surrounding the ECG machine tensely watching its display. They would occasionally shake their heads and show a look of consternation. Two of the leaders from his school were also off to one side having a discussion in low tones, and I vaguely heard them say: “It was so scary when he collapsed, it looked like he wasn’t even breathing….” Seeing the look of helplessness on the doctors’ face was very disconcerting for me, and then when I looked at my son in the hospital bed, utterly unaware of anything, an indescribable wave of panic welled up in my heart. I was afraid that my son might be gone in the blink of an eye—wouldn’t I be a parent burying her child? The more I thought about it the more pain I felt, so I rushed to make a silent prayer to God: “Oh God! I don’t know whether my son is going to live or die—I’m really struggling. God! May You safeguard my heart, and no matter what happens, may You give me faith so that I can stand witness and not complain. I only wish for my son to be in Your hands, and to submit to Your arrangements.” During the prayer, I suddenly remembered that God said: “Of everything that occurs in the universe, there is nothing that I do not have the final say in. What exists that is not in My hands?” God’s words bolstered my faith. It’s true! God does have the final say over life and death, and my son was also in His hands. All of my worries stemmed from not believing in God’s rule. I generally talk about how I’m okay with whatever situation God may set up and that it’s all His benevolent will, but when I saw my son so ill, all I could think of was fretting over his condition. I hadn’t quieted myself before God to seek His will. When I realized this, I called out to God continually within my heart.

I thought of a hymn of God’s words, “While undergoing trials, it’s normal for people to be weak, or have negativity within them, or to lack clarity on God’s will or their path for practice. But in any case, you must have faith in God’s work, and not deny God, like Job. Although Job was weak and cursed the day of his own birth, he did not deny that all things in human life were bestowed by Jehovah, and that Jehovah is also the One to take it all away.”

Pondering God’s words, I thought of the great trials that Job went through in which his wealth and his children were all taken from him, but he never lost faith in God. He said, “Jehovah gave, and Jehovah has taken away; blessed be the name of Jehovah” (Job 1:21). This was his testimony. But there I was afraid of losing my son and incredibly hurt when the doctors still hadn’t come to a conclusion—I just saw that their expressions seemed off. How could that be faith in God? I realized I had to follow the example of Job and be able to have genuine faith in God. No matter what the outcome of my son’s condition, I could not grumble about it. Encouraged by God’s words, I felt that I had gained strength and faith. I called out to God, and then carefully sat down by my son’s side and gently called his name a few times. Seeing him finally have some response, very slowly opening his eyes and looking at me, my heart rejoiced and rushed to ask him, deeply concerned, “Are you feeling a bit better?” He nodded, sighed, and then weakly pointed at his chest and said: “It hurts … in my chest.” He then lost consciousness again.

A little while later I heard a doctor say with surprise: “Come look at this! His heart rate and blood pressure have normalized! Everything is normal!” The whole family crowded around—everyone was very happy. Seeing His mercy and protection, I gave thanks to God over and over again in my heart. It was God’s words that gave me true faith, allowing me to understand God’s mightiness and authority in ruling over everything. I said excitedly: “Man’s fate is determined by the heavens. This is truly thanks to God!” The doctor in charge added to that: “That’s right. God really is the One to thank. It’s fortunate that the patient got here in time after his myocardial infarction. If it had been half an hour later, the outcome would have been terrible. A little bit ago his heart completely stopped—I never imagined that he would miraculously come back to life. However, his condition is not stable. He has to stay in the hospital for monitoring.” My son was then transferred to the Intensive Care Unit; only his wife stayed behind to take care of him, while the rest of us went home.

The moment I walked in the door I rushed to kneel down and offer up a prayer of thanks to God. I was full of gratitude. At my most helpless time God was always by my side leading me and spurring me on with His words, giving me faith and something to lean on. I felt that God’s love really is so great.

His Condition Fluctuates and God Once Again Shows His Wondrous Deeds

A week later, the doctor in charge told us: “Testing has revealed a sarcoma on the patient’s heart that will require two surgeries. The first is to excise the sarcoma, and then we need to implant a pacemaker. You need to get 200,000 yuan together right away—if this is delayed, his life could be in danger.” I felt very tense hearing that my son was still in mortal danger. In my anxiety, I once again prayed to God: “Oh God! I believe that You rule over everything. At this moment there’s nothing I can do—I can only rely on You. I put my son entirely into Your hands, and I am willing to rely on my faith and experience Your work.” My oldest son and my younger son’s wife went all over the place raising money and before long, they had come up with the required amount. When my son was examined again in preparation for surgery, the doctor said that his condition was complex plus he was very weak; he would need to be very carefully nursed back to health and then transferred to a large specialist hospital for surgery. He wrote some prescriptions and then had my son discharged to recuperate at home.

After a period of care my son’s health had improved somewhat. The day he went to the specialist hospital, his wife came back and told me that they had scheduled surgery for the next day at 11:00 a.m. That evening, I offered up another prayer to God: “Oh God! My son is undergoing surgery tomorrow. It’s a very risky procedure, but please give me faith and courage. I believe that whether it’s a success or a failure, my son’s surgery is in Your hands. I believe that everything You do is good. Whatever the outcome tomorrow is, I am willing to submit and I will not complain. I am willing to stand witness and satisfy You” After praying I no longer felt worried or afraid; I had faith and strength to face my son’s surgery the following day.

The next day, my son was wheeled into the operating room right on time while we, his family, were all outside anxiously waiting. While waiting, I turned God’s words over and over in my mind, thinking of God’s love, and before I knew it two hours had gone by. A doctor suddenly said my son’s name, calling for us. Flustered, we all rushed over to him, and he said with emotion: “We’ve never seen anything like this. Today this really has been a wonder! In our pre-surgical examination we found that there was nothing at all wrong with the patient. We couldn’t believe it so we did another careful examination, and that also showed that everything is normal. After discussing it, we decided that there’s no need for surgery. He’ll be fine if he just goes back home and gets lots of rest.” Hearing this, we were all stunned for a moment—it took us ages to come to our senses. I just saw my daughter-in-law happily clapping her hands and saying: “That’s wonderful! From now on, not only will Xunxun not have to suffer, but it will save us 200,000 yuan!” At that moment I was the only one who clearly realized that this was God’s mightiness, this was God’s love. In my excitement, the words “Thanks be to God!” came out of my mouth. I didn’t know how to express what I felt—all I could do was thank God over and over in my heart: “Oh God! You have given me faith and strength time after time through Your words, giving me the ability to stand firm through this situation. Now my son’s condition has miraculously disappeared. Your love for us is so great!”

After going back home, I kneeled down before God to offer up a prayer of gratitude. Afterward, I saw this passage of God’s word, “Life can only come from God, which is to say, only God Himself possesses the substance of life, there is no way of life without God Himself, and so only God is the source of life, and the ever-flowing wellspring of living water of life. … Man’s life originates from God, the existence of the heaven is because of God, and the existence of the earth stems from the power of God’s life. No object possessed of vitality can transcend the sovereignty of God, and no thing with vigor can break away from the ambit of God’s authority. In this way, regardless of who they are, everyone must submit under the dominion of God, everyone must live under God’s command, and no one can escape from His control.” God’s words tell us with absolute clarity that He is the source of all life, that all things on heaven and earth—both animate and inanimate—are not exempt from His rule. Only God is the foundation of our lives as humans, and all things are changed and renewed under His control and His rule. This is a manifestation of God’s authority. I thought of how my son had pulled through crisis after crisis since falling ill, and how time after time the doctors’ conclusions had not panned out. Through adversity it was God’s words that had given me faith time after time giving me something to lean on, allowing me to overcome weakness again and again. When I had faith in God I saw His wondrous deeds—my bedridden son, at his last gasp, miraculously regained his health.

I truly experienced that God rules over and controls everything through this experience. If it hadn’t been for the guidance of His words as well as His grace and protection, no matter how much money we had or how skilled the doctors were, that could not have saved my son. I give thanks to God that, through my son’s illness, I gained understanding of God’s rule and understood that our future and fate are entirely within His hands. From now on I wish to put everything into cooperating with God and fulfilling the duty that a created being ought to in order to repay God’s love!