#ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. ( MAIN. )

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@touchedsky // Karter questioned Mike: “ “Is the media still following you?” “

        Still? There’s a noise that leaves Mike - something akin to a laugh, but more of a strangled sob - when full realization sinks in about what Karter speaks on. Still follow him? They never truly left him alone. Sole survivor of some sort of sick prank on a mountain top? Who wouldn’t want to know more about that? He hated feeling like he couldn’t go anywhere outside without questions being thrown at him from every direction.

        Dull, lifeless mahogany hues waver as they return to Karter, that same noise making a return in the depths of his throat. “They never leave me alone.” He swallows thickly, his gaze falling back down to the ground beneath his feet, pushing that lump of emotions back down his throat the best he can. “They never leave me alone.”

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⊰ °☆; TAG DUMP ‘ 1 // ??

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@svnsworn asked”  16 m/f, Wes and Maddie please 💙 “ Meme: SFW display of affection // Status: Selective

        There have only been a select few times where pure happiness had overcome Madeline to the point of, for lack of a better word, recklessness. Once, long before she had even known the name Woodrow. Her father had been so loving &&. devoted then. But the other time, had been after. When she learned who Wesley Jade was.

        Her savior.

        He had been so caring &&. gentle with her that she didn’t think it possible not to slowly fall in love with him along the way. He worried for her &&. she for him. Birthdays, Christmas’s, New Year’s, everything had become an equal opportunity for celebration between the two as they became closer with one another. &&. she would not dare to let the moments slide by. Because every moment was just as precious as the last.

        She hadn’t moved in with Wes, yet, but there had been talks late at night. What if’s whispered in quiet spaces. Madeline had felt such comfort around him that it only made sense to her that these talks would happen. Especially after her hospital stay.

        Pale baby blues study the barren apartment she stands in the center of, arms circling her waist as she takes it all in. A distant memory to be forgotten about. Wes’ voice behind her no longer makes her jump, simply turning towards the man with a small smile, no longer timid in her nature. “Yeah, I’m ready to go.” That smile brightens to mimic the sun as she crosses over to him -- biting back the squeal of laughter that leaves her when she feels his hands at her hips picking her up, arms &&. legs tightening around him.

[notthedyingtype]

@chhubs // Indy wished Gabby a happy birthday: “ ❝ happy birthday, my gorgeous girl. ❞ “ Meme: Random asks // Status: Always accepting

        The smile that stretches over full lips is one of pure beauty &&. radiating in warmth, gently taking ahold of Indy’s hand to pull her in closer. “Your gorgeous girl? I quite like the sounds of that.” Her smile stays as she speaks, laughter laced among the syllables. “Thank you, my love.” Gabby pulls her that small fraction closer to steal a quick kiss.

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@poisonpicked // Pierce is asking Jasper the real question: “ “So…how would you feel about having a kid with me?” “ Meme: Random Asks are LOVE // Status: Always accepting

        Yellow tinted hazel hues drift restlessly over endless pages. Marcus had gotten him another case to manage -- something sounding relatively familiar in the mannerisms of this file. Jasper just can’t quite place his finger on what.

        He hadn’t know where Pierce was all day, too consumed by page &&. ink to focus on the world around him. That is until he speaks.

         “Hm?” Though it sounds like nothing more than a quiet hum, the small tilt up of his head suggests that he was listening to his lover -- not pulling his attention away from the file in hand just yet. He didn’t not hear Pierce. He had heard the question. His mind was just fried &&. it took a minute longer to play catch up. Processing what was just asked.

        The smile that paints across scruffy features is brilliant in its light &&. warmth. “Baby...” A brief pause as Jasper licks over his lips. “We could have twenty kids already &&. I would still want another one with you.” That file folder is set aside as he climbs to his feet from his seated position on the ground -- gently tugging the minor wrinkles out of his shirt as he does so. “Where is this comin’ from? If you don’t mind me askin’.”

[notthedyingtype]

@bourgeoisraven asked Maddie:  “ i’m so proud of you. i know it’s hard to get past these rough days, but… i still want you to know that i’m proud of you. “ " Meme Tag // Status: OPEN

        Months had come to pass since she woke up in the hospital with Lita at her side. Months -- &&. yet, it had only felt like hours. There was no purpose to her continue struggling. Every day bled into one another &&. she didn’t know where the days began &&. the nights ended. The added fear of “would Woodrow find me” constantly resting heavily on a weary mind.

        Anxieties had worn her down, making her look frail &&. thin -- &&. she may be. She can’t remember the last time she slept or ate. Maddie is trying desperately to make it through every day -- Lita is helping. She had stayed here every day since, too scared to go back to her own apartment; afraid he would be there. Waiting to finish what he started. Her throat still hurt, still not used to hearing her own voice so suddenly, but she was managing. Making it by.

        Normally, Madeline would be curled up on the spare bed with her legs drawn in close &&. her chin on her knees -- but she made an attempt today.

        Thin fingers thread together around the robins blue egg mug - her favorite - that housed simple black coffee. Something to wake her a little more. She didn’t even hear Lita come in until she spoke -- jumping slightly out of reflex. Nothing more than that. Pale baby blues find the blonde; tears already brimming in her eyes, letting that gaze drop &&. tense shoulders slump in... relief. Quiet sniffles fill the room with a small nod -- not trusting herself to talk just yet.

[notthedyingtype]

@selfdeclared gets a random thing from RILEY

        Parts of him still remember that first night in that cell. The kid that had tossed that Bible into the trash to never be looked at again -- wishing the same that could be said for the nightmare that played on loop in the dark whether his eyes are open or not. That girl with the glass in her face. Tara -- if memory serves him well ( &&. it does, he never forgot; even after all the years. )

        Hazel hues fixate on the bunk above him, one arm beneath his head &&. the other crossed over his stomach, debating if he should speak what is on his mind or not. He didn’t know if Zee was awake or not &&. he didn’t want to disturb his slumber if he was. Nerves, &&. a brief wave of excitement, were keeping him awake. They were both out of here tomorrow. Back to a life that they don’t belong to anymore.

        “...are you awake?” There’s a brief hesitation in when Riley draws in a breath &&. when he speaks, as if he’s terrified of waking the rest of the world up.

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@bourgeoisraven said: “ Gif meme: #4 f/f for Maddie 😎” Meme: SFW displays of affection // Status: OPEN

        All that pent up stress from months previous had brought her into the gravity of safety that oozed off of Lita in such protective waves -- seeking out that comfort. Maddie can’t explain it, narrow it down to a few words that help her mind rationalize &&. categorize EVERYTHING around her. &&. she’s okay with that.

        She didn’t need to do any of that around Lita. She just let things be.

        There aren’t any words spoken in that pass of time between crawling into bed with Lita &&. when Maddie begins to inch closer. Small instances over the span of ten minutes. She knows this comfort by presence alone -- &&. a very small presence at that. That gap is minimalized even more as forehead comes to rest against the other woman’s collar, arms snaking their way under her arms &&. around her shoulders; practically clinging to her to savor that comfort.

[notthedyingtype]

@bourgeoisraven showed concern for Maddie: “ “ let me look at you… “ (for maddie) “ meme tag // Status: OPEN

        Baby blues remain fixated on a point on the ground just in front of her shoes; chestnut locks cascading down around her features to hide the bruising &&. the pain. Shoulders remain hunched to nearly ears as knuckles turn white against the chair she is gripping to as she remains seated. Maddie never really understands why she so effortlessly comes to Lita when she is hurting or in danger - in her mind -, but she never questioned it until just now.

        Only once does her attention break away from the ground before her &&. it doesn’t drift far -- just to the small mug placed on the table before her. Something warm to ease her tension. &&. does she want nothing more than to take that offering, but she can’t let these defenses fall.

        She already did once &&. paid for it.

        Maddie’s jaw sets, that curtain of hair shaking in a ‘no’ fashion even before she speaks. “I’m fine, Lita. I just didn’t wanna be at home right now.” With good reason. Woodrow was there &&. she wants nothing more than to never see him ever again. “We just got into an argument is all.” That always turns heated &&. dangerous.

        But she can feel those walls crumbling, not pausing in what she says next. Nor thinking it through. “I’ve had worse.” She’s just hoping that all the talk of this being a safe place isn’t just that: talk. She really needs somewhere to feel safe.

[notthedyingtype]

@poisonpicked // Pierce was handsy with Jasper: “ [ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. “

        Jasper truly hated being apart from Pierce for any long period of time, it felt like a part of him was missing the longer missions took for him to accomplish. Sure there had been phone calls, late night texts, &&. promises for the day of returnal. Things that kept him going even when the chances of survival seemed slim.

        He ached in new places, would surely have a few new scars to add to the collection, &&. he was definitely down a Henley or two, but he was finally home &&. he couldn’t ask for anything better than that in the world.

        Pierce.

        The one man he was aching to see, hold, &&. touch once again after nearly a month of not being able to see him -- he never really gave it much thought, how much he was effected by this man until just now. He loved him. He always would &&. he wasn’t going to let the one good thing in his life go so easily, maybe even bring him with next time just so that neither of them feel lonely.

        There’s laughter laced into the minute breath of air separating the two of them. Not just Jaspers, but Pierce’s too -- a sound that could instantly turn any bad day into a bright, sunny day in a matter of seconds, turning the darkest cloud into nothing more than a distant memory. He feels the other mans hands against his hips, following the gentle guidance back with every step he takes forward, a smile blossoming to life over chapped lips. Thumb &&. index lift to gently grip at his chin, the mercenary’s smile growing wider as that space closes between them &&. metallic fingers drift through dark tresses -- all too eager to return the kiss without so much as a word, as his back meets the entry way wall beyond that door. He was home finally &&. it was safe to say that feeling of being missed was easily reciprocated.

[notthedyingtype]

@poisonpicked // Erin was truthful with Riley: “ ❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞ “

        What was there to control in this life that he has come to know? The nightmares &&. the sleep paralysis almost as consistent as the dream of the ocean -- Tara-Beth a constant, jarring reminder of the mistakes in his life. Even now, here in Erin’s living room, he can feel that ghost of his on the fringes.

        He doesn’t want to speak wrongly in that moment, letting everything be processed entirely, before he says something. Even then, he takes another minute or two to prepare himself to answer -- callous hands gently rubbing against one another with a dry rasp, drawing in a deep breath before he speaks. “I.. I don’t want you to get caught in my orbit of bullshit though, Erin. If anything happens to you because of me? I... I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

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@svnsworn​ // Wes was gentle with Maddie: “Wesley knows what Maddie's been through; whether she's told him everything or not doesn't matter, he knows enough to know that Woodrow is better off dead. He knows that he used to beat Maddie around like a punching bag, landed her in the hospital more than once, left her for fucking dead after slicing her throat. That sorry excuse for a man left his mark on her in more ways than one, and it's Wes's hope that the help she's getting, moving into his place, a new job, are helping her start to feel even a little more comfortable in her life.

But he knows how scars persist beyond the pain and betrayal. His own grief is written in his knuckles from where he beat Noah's murderers to death. Fire scarred his arm after he lit their car with two of them still alive inside of it. His skin curled and burnt as he smoked a cigarette and watched with stinging eyes as they died. Their skins are littered with the paths their lives have taken, marking them with the bad and the ugly.

The good doesn't show as much, though. The good is soft, it's sweet, it's kisses and holding hands and tangling together at night; it's flowers and smiles and maybe some bruised hips where he holds her tight, but it's not meant to hurt. He never wants to hurt her. He wants only to love her.

He knows her body well enough by this point, thinks she's beautiful in every way. Still, he remembers how she used to flinch when he'd try to touch her, or when he reached for her and she caught sight of the motion out of the corner of her eye. She'd been so scared. When he reaches for her now to brush his fingers along a scar that crosses her arm, he makes sure she knows he's there.”

        There have always been questions hidden behind a heavy tongue about the allusivity of Wes’ life. She has known him as nothing but a constant safety in her life since coming across him in that bar late at night - more him coming across her but still -, &&. she still wishes to know more &&. more about him. Every little thing that she does learn is like a balm to her soul. She finally found a good man to trust. She’d like to keep him. He was far better than the man she would rather see in her position back then. He didn’t deserve a good life.

        Maddie had seen the scars he wears every day, had traced them even -- late into the night, but she never asked a question about them. She assumed he would tell her about them in due time. Even though she is less timid than she was when first meeting Wes, she still held onto old habits. She still feared crossing unspoken boundaries for how Woodrow reacted to such things. Even though she knew Wes wouldn’t react like that.

        He was kind, caring, &&. much more gentle than Woodrow ever was -- even in the beginning. He left his mark in better ways. Ways that she deserved to feel -- that left butterflies in her stomach &&. a smile on her heart. She wouldn’t trade this new life of hers for anything in the world.

        That minor movement in her peripheral catches her attention, turning towards Wes with a minute &&. warm smile, leaning into his gentle touch. Relishing it as much as she can. It felt so at odds with the past clouding her mind, but she didn’t find it uncomfortable at all. She had actually grown to appreciate gentle touches. They helped draw her from behind those walls, bring her away from that dark precipice at the edge of her mind.

[notthedyingtype]

@whateveriwanted // Clari was emotional with Flynn: “ ❝  please,  don’t be cruel.  i love you.  like really love you.  so if i’m just some passing curiosity for you…don’t.  don’t say anything at all. ❞ “ Meme: CLOSED // Status: CLOSED

        A quiet laugh briefly bubbles up the back of his throat as dual colored hues remain fixated on the guns laid out before him -- he may have only been back for a short time, but he was prepared to be called back into the fray any minute now. Always on edge with it.

        But her words strike through that Blissful fog, drawing his gaze away from what he was doing &&. up to her. Did she honestly think that he didn’t return those feelings to her? Brows knit together in confusion -- turning his gaze down away from her before bringing it back up once more. She was way off topic with that.

        “You are the furthest thing from a passing curiosity to me, Clarissa. I love you so much, okay? I know I don’t say it enough, but it’s true. I do love you.”

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@poisonpicked // Pierce asked Jasper another real question: “ "Can I kiss you?" “ Meme: CLOSED // Status: CLOSED

        These once weekly “dates” had become more frequent &&. regular than Jasper had initially anticipate, but he wasn’t going to say a single negative thing about any of that. It actually made his heart, &&. mind, happy beyond measure. A drink or two to tide them both over through the night as they learn about one another.

        Shared stories laced among the smiles, laughter, &&. stolen glances between the two -- just the ones observed that is.

        He hadn’t been looking at Pierce when that bought of laughter rippled its way out of his chest -- lips parted in a wide smile, yellow-tinted hazel hues crinkled at the edges that soon found their way back towards this still mystery man that he was enjoying every little moment with. Licking over his lips, he pulls his attention briefly away only once more, before returning it to Pierce once more.

Can I kiss you?

        Another ripple of laughter - quieter than the last - is breathed out of that smile, hesitating a moment to find his voice.

        “Yeah. You don’t have to ask you know. Though, it’s kinda cute that you did.”

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@poisonpicked // Pierce had a deep moment with Jasper: “ “  no one blames a beat dog for learning how to bite the hands that strike it.  yet when humans learn how to bear their teeth we avert our gaze,  criticize how they learn to survive.  ” “ Meme: CLOSED // Status: CLOSED

        “I’m not blamin' you at all for what happened, baby.”

        Tempers ran high is all that was. He knows about Pierce’s past, he doesn’t blame him for anything that happens out of habit or anger -- he understands entirely the response necessary, but just because he understands it doesn’t mean others do.

        Singular metallic hand gently takes hold of one of Pierce’s, trying to will him to look at Jasper himself, desperate to see those beautifully dark brown eyes. He needed to know that everything was okay. Meeting his parents may not have been the best idea, but it was part of the past now. Even though there is no ignoring the way they stared &&. the hurtful, venomous words that they had spit.

        It didn’t change anything.

        “I’m blamin' them. You don’t deserve any of this. You deserve so much better, the whole world included. If they don’t want to give that to you, I will.”

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@jrswrld // Indy wants Gabs kisses: “ “ don't speak, just... kiss me. “ “ Meme Tag // Status: OPEN

        Gabs can feel that frustration bubbling deep beneath the surface &&. she wants nothing more than to let it out -- but not on the person that matters most to her. Indy didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that she had gone through. Icy blue hues wash over every little facet of her features, looking for any sort of minor change, but she doesn’t see anything.

        There is such an urge to speak her mind -- tell her everything that’s bothering her about this argument; &&. does she nearly do so, when she is cut short by that statement. Those same hues drink in her girlfriend, flickering down to her lips &&. back - two times - before hands slot against her jaw. Hunger &&. passion lacing that kiss.

        Fuck this argument. It was stupid anyways.