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#💿.txt#💿.png#dave strider fictive#homestuck fictive#i usually dont hide shit in the tags#but im so fucking lonely all the damn time and i dont know how to cope with it#i try to be funny and friendly and approachable so anybody if they want too can just come up and talk to me but nobody ever really does#its embarrassing#having to be the one to go up to people and try to start a conversation#its embarrassing and really fucking stressful#i dont know how to talk to people man#but its all i want man#i just want attention#thats all#i want friends#i want people to like me#i want people to see me#i just want people to acknowledge my existence#without me having to remind them that i exist#i want people to like me so badly its not even funny anymore#everyone always leaves#i dont know what im doing wrong#is there something wrong with me#am i just not likable enough#im so tired#im so bored#i just want people to like me#im so fucking lonely#im sick of it
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WAIT BIG BRAINED THOUGHT:
Sam does smth stupid hoping Dean won't find out.
Someone rats Sam out to Dean.
Sam gets in trouble and a lecture from Dean (bc Dean is a parent and he is Sam's parent I will not accept criticism on this matter).
Later, Sam makes a group chat consisting of everyone who could have told on him to Dean and just sends this video:
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester is sam winchester's parent#and i will be accepting NO criticism on this matter!!!!#dean raised sam and in my heart i just know that its smth they dont really talk abt but they both 100% know and acknowledge it#and sam (the annoying little brother/kid) that he is to dean definitely calls dean 'mom' sometimes especially when hes being a little shit#but sam also loves his big brother and appreciates everything deans done and given up for him#so every year dean gets a pie and a little homemade card on mother's day and father's day from sam#when they were younger sam would give dean the card and actually say 'happy mother's/father's day dean' but once theyre older sam starts#sneaking the pie and card into dean's room or leaving them somewhere he knows dean will find them and neither of them say anything but dean#always gives sam a soft smile and usually a hug too before they continue w/ their day like its any other#the year dean spends w/ lisa and ben while sam's in hell/running around soulless ben makes dean a father's day card and dean gets all teary#and thanks him but then later when hes alone he just breaks down sobbing bc it just remimds him that sammy is gone#even when sam was at stanford and not really talking to dean he still sent dean a short message (text email voicemail whatever) on mother's#and father's day but now hes gone and dean wont even get that#btw dean def saves all of the cards sam's made him over the years and once theyre in the bunker he keeps them all in a special box that he#hides under his bed and he'll pull it out and look through them when hes having a bad day alongside the box of pictures <3#i did not mean to go insane in the tags here but oh well#enjoy my silly post and unhinged rambling ig
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mute 2.
< previous
contains-no use of y/n, cursing, light fluff, unestablished friendship, mentions of tough time at school
pairing- grumpy!chris x mute!reader
please read the authors note at the bottom :)
its chris' second day and to your suprise he's not very liked so far, you managed to escape from him yesterday but today was different. it was like he was tracing your every step because when you turn around? he's there. it was lunch period and normally you go to the old makeout cupboard, where everyone would go make out with their boyfriends, seniors, ex's and even other people's girlfriends. that was until the teachers found out and another random closet started getting used. instead of constantly sitting in a bathroom stool and getting made fun of you starting using the closet to finally eat lunch in peace.
Flashback!!
after you left the classroom you head straight for the cupboard and sit down on the floor against one of the shelving units. you open ur beat up, pink lunchbox you've had for as long as you can remember and look over what you packed for yourself today. lunch ends just before u can finish and you pack up quickly, needing to leave the cupboard before the halls fill up and people realise where you disappear to at lunch.
Flashback ends!!
unfortunately chris had a feeling, and a strong one too. chris could sense something was off about your silence and even if you were hated for it he would figure out what it was, he'd made the effort to follow you around like a spy for the whole day and at lunch he finally saw where you disappeared into yesterday. he has no clue why your hiding in there all the time but he knows he's going to find out either way. he follows you and waits a few minutes before opening the door and going in, closing it behind him. you look up from the floor and see him, your heart immediately stops and you, as usual stay completely silent.
"what the fuck..."
he stares at you then you see his expression slightly soften which suprises you as its completely different from the whole mean, tough demeanor he gives off. he sits down opposite you and sighs to himself as he looks around where youve been sitting at lunch for god knows how long.
"what are you doing? there's empty tables out there.."
you shrug softly obviously not going to speak and tell him your hiding so no one can see you eating alone, he looks at your beat lunchbox, your old backpack and your clothes and he can already tell your not the luckiest of people but he still thinks your insanely beautiful and just simply misunderstood.
weeks later
its been around 2 weeks since chris found your spot and everyday without fail he's came in and sat on the cold floor with you to eat his lunch just so ur not completely alone. he's always rambling about his day or how another teacher has become one of his worst for simply asking him to do his work, of course you dont say anything but you listen to him and you nod to show him your listening. you've weirdly became kind of comfortable around chris which isnt a feeling youve felt in a while and your honestly thinking about speaking to him while he rants on about how shit his old school was and how he's glad he was finally kicked out so he could start again. your so tempted to speak and while he's mid sentence you crack.
he groans " and the gym teacher? actually the biggest dick ive ev-"
"chris." you whisper just loud enough for his head to shoot up in shock.
a/n- ok i know this is also very boring :/ but i swear now that shes talking its gonna be a lottt better and more entertaining!
edit- wait i hate this dm omg. i promise promise promise that next part will be juicyyy
tags! @bellaonthelow @muchloveforhacker @moonk1ss3d @sturnclouds @christophersgf @ellizzyy @fratbrochrisgf @phoenix062 @pixxiies @conspiracy-ash @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @ilusa @watchu-mean-baby-keem @babyalliah-777 @imtheprett @sturniolo-fann @coochiedestroyer1 @scarlettbitches
#mute sturnsmadl#sturnsmadl#matt sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo edit#sturniolo smut#sturniolo imagine#matthew sturniolo#sub chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#x reader#sturniolo#nick sturniolo#the sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo fluff#nick sturniolo smut#nathan doe#nate doe#madison beer#madi filipowicz#gamermattsgf
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Okay so I think it was @sportacandy who requested this I accidentally deleted the original request, IF IT WASNT YOU THEN IM SO SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU AND IM SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO ORIGINALLY ASKED-
warning: gets more unhinged after the minor circuit, some swearing, some shenanigans yknow, just the usual APOLOGIES FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES
Punch out characters stuck in a room with each other for 24 hours😼
Glass Joe:
Hiding in a corner with Piston, Bear, Kaiser and Bull
Had to act out sponge bob when they were all playing charades, he didnt know though because he knew it as bob L'eponge (everyone lost it when he said the french name bless)
Fell asleep first and woke up with drawings all over his face, someone drew a weenie on his forehead. He was NOT happy about it
When they played blind mans bluff, he was too busy running away from Aran that he ran straight into Kaiser and got a fat nose bleed-
Von Kaiser:
Literally a ticking time bomb on legs, by the 5th hour he was on EDGE and was ready to get the flip out of there
Kaiser got into a fist fight with Soda because he accidentally choked and spat knock off pepsi all over his new boot's, he was NOT having it
Yelled at everyone who came near him, then fell asleep and scared everyone because he looked like he passed away
Was screaming bloody murder during blind mans bluff because Aran started crawling at him on all fours
Disco kid:
Had a wrestling match with Tiger for no reason whats so ever, fought like actual siblings tho-
"Dude, im gonna rip your mustache off so hard"
"im going to shove my toes so far down your throat also dont-"
"WHAAAAAAT"
Got a bit loopy and kept singing "party rock is in the house tonight", it started getting stuck in everyone's head so he got told to shut the fuck up by Sandman
Started a game of charades, lost his shit when Joe said he knew 'sponge bob' as 'bob l'eponge', he giggled about it for the remaining time they were there
started dragging Aran by his ankles during blind mans bluff because he kept scaring everyone by running around on all fours. ( by the way, no background music was playing whilst he was singing, so it was just pure awkward silence inbetween the verses)
King hippo:
Had snacks galore. He didnt want to share them they were his life line...
Until he Accidentally scared Kaiser awake and made him cry, he gave the remaining mango he had left to him and shuffled away akwardly-
Tried to nap, but Disco and Tiger started wrestling and screaming next to him so he just kinda sat there in the corner
Also got into a fist fight with Soda because he snatched his crown off and used it as a bat to hit Aran with during blind mans bluff
Piston Hondo:
Made a sort of safe house with Bear, Bull , Kaiser and Joe in a corner away from all the chaos
Was meant to imitate a chicken during charades but he got so embarrased he begged someone else to take his turn
Tried to pull Tiger and Disco apart whenever he thought their roughhousing was getting too dangerous
Screamed the most when they played blinds mans bluff, he jumped onto a random table but slipped of and broke it
(totally not inspired by the time I got thundercunted to the ground by a foldable bunk bed thing whilst playing blind mans bluff with my friends...)
Bear hugger:
Was a little confused as to why: Disco and Tiger were wrestling, why Kaiser was crying, why Joe had a nose bleed and why Aran was getting jumped by Soda with Hippo's crown... But he vibed anyway-
When the time came to sleep, he kept everyone up because this man sleeptalks
Started yearning for the outside as soon as the 5th hour set in, got giddy and started howling for some reason-
Was mid conversation with everyone about the first time he caught a salmon... But he never finished the story because he fell asleep
Great Tiger:
Just went up to Disco and started tackling him, then started screaming because Disco grabbed his mustache in self defense-
Was about to rap whilst most of the boxers were asleep, but a very grumpy kaiser shouted at him
was cheating in blind mans bluff by floating off the ground, so you can imagine what happened when his jewel fell off after all the roughhousing with Disco loosened it
When everyone eventually got bored he had a full blown debate with his clones about who is stronger, him or great tiger clone no.2
Don Flamenco:
Screaming like he was being murdered whilst Aran chased him on all fours during blind mans bluff
Kept talking about Carmen when everyone was trying to sleep. This drove all of them up the wall:
"you know... This reminds me of the time me and my wonderful amor, Carmen-"
"stop simping brah" "man seriously?..." "blyat does anyone have tissue my ears hurt" "SCHWEIGEN DU- just. stop... FUCK-" "you just ruined a vital moment in the manga I am reading Don." "im going to slap you... Then slap you again with all 3 of my clones." "everyone. Be quiet." "DON PAL, NO ONE CARES RIGHT NOW BUDDY PLEASE JUST STOP" "mon dieu, save me-" "FECK OFF YOU PIECE OF GOBSHITE, WHEN YOU WERE BORN YOU WERE SO UGLY THE NURSE SLAPPED YER MOTHER"
Started screaming like a fog horn because Macho bitch slapped his toupee off but its okay because it was an 'accident' (spoiler- it wasnt)
Kept leaning against the door dramatically and sighing, ended up falling asleep and he stayed there until someone threw something at him to wake him up
Aran Ryan:
So he threw a shoe at Don because he somehow fell asleep leaning on the door and no one wanted to wake him up cus they felt bad
ended up getting jumped by Soda and Sandman because he would NOT be quiet (he was so loud it was like he had a built in speaker)
Got yelled at for singing party rock, not because it was annoying but because he sang the lyrics wrong
"party rockers in the house tanighttt"
"its party rock IS not rockers in" "yeah🤨"
"dont be daft, really? party rock is in the-...oh it is"
Kept cheating during blind mans bluff by looking down underneath his blind fold so he could see where he was going. (im guilty of doing this-)
Soda popisnki:
Got his ass semi beat by Kaiser after ruining his boots, he thinks he gave Kaiser a concussion but is unsure
Absolutely thundercunted Hippo's crown at Aran, it left a massive dent in the wall so now he is getting fined for it (FREE HIM)
Somehow did an amazing impression of a tractor during charades which sent everyone, even Sandman couldnt stop chuckling about it
Got really 'intoxicated' off his soda and started dancing in the middle of the room and no one could stop him it was really bad-
Bald bull:
Tweaking out in the corner with Kaiser because he was very hangry
Had to be held back by Bear and Piston after Disco, Tiger and Aran sang 'party rock anthem' by LMFAO for the 5th time
Punched a hole through a wall at one point because he was angry, but then he felt really bad about it and got kinda sad
Shouted at Aran to leave him tf alone during blind mans bluff because he kept stroking his bald head (aran tf????)
Super macho man:
Said "totally didnt mean to hit your awesome wig dude" to Don after slapping his toupee (he totally meant it, he just really wanted to slap it)
Kept taking photos of himself with flash whilst everyone was trying to sleep, got pillows thrown at him by Joe and Piston
Broke his sunglasses during blind mans bluff and started WAILING like bro was SOBBING (he sat on them btw)
Got bored so he started flexing his muscles to keep himself entertained, ended up passing out because he forgot to breath-
Sandman:
Sat with Kaiser, Bull, Piston and Joe as they watched Tiger and Disco wrestle. They all had a deadpan expression and Sandy was really confused but decided it would be a better idea if he kept quiet
Found Aran running around on all fours amusing during blind mans bluff... Until Aran crawled towards him and his fight or flight kicked in
Saw Soda beating Aran up and decided to join in, got bored so he did some meditation with Piston
By the time everyone was going to sleep, he had distanced himself. He was in deep thought, not about anything serious, he was just wondering if what had happened in the last 24 hours was real or not-
・*:..。o♬*゚・*:..。o♬*゚・*:..。o♬*゚・*:..。o♬*゚*:.
I hope yall enjoyed!! Bye bye!!
#punch out#punch out wii#Punch out!!#punch out headcanons#OH LORD AGAIN.#glass joe#von kaiser#disco kid#king hippo#piston hondo#bear hugger#great tiger#don flamenco#aran ryan#soda popinski#bald bull#super macho man#Mr.sandman#I think party rock os in the hous but im not too sure
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𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚-Jake "Hangman" Seresin (A Quiet Place AU)
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x AFAB OC/Piper
SUMMARY: The world outside is in ruins, human being's are almost extinct, silence is now the key to survival. A family's seemingly happy existence in a bleak world is shattered by monsters.
Tags: Mention of blood/wounds, post apocalyptic setting, use of ASL, Alien creatures. Established Relationship, Implied Smut, (sorry) A LOT OF Angst, Swearing, Fluff, Parenting, self defense k!lling, child endangerment, men being creepy to a woman, first aid
A/N HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG! Im telling you guy's that you wont hurt my feeling's if you dont read because I wouldn't
WORD COUNT: 9,103
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THEIR QUIET FARMHOUSE almost seemed untouched from the horror’s of the world outside its fenceline. The both of them had talked about leading a quiet life, staying on farms raising animals and crops. Waking up to the sunshine each day and ending the day with a family meal, and falling asleep to the sound of wildlife.
She was so sure that their late night talk would never happen. Not with the lives they lead, her working shift’s as a nurse, her hour’s never being consistent. And him almost always being on leave or another country away from her. Did not help when she took the fateful test that two pink lines showed up.
Before the both of them did everything they could to spend time with their little girl, Piper would take every weekend off for her. Even though she and Jake were not married they would give each other day’s with her. Then day one of the end of normal happened, and they had to now fight to protect their little girl from harm more than ever.
Today was their weekly supply run. Usually consisted of one of them staying behind and the other heavily armed packing as much as they can. Things were a little different, she had never brought Alice with her on a run, she knew she couldn't hide her from the world forever, they both knew.
She gently pulls down a can of carrots from the supermarket shelves. She looked down at the list in her hand, she had already gotten most of what she needed, she was bent on trying to find Alice something soft, and non noise making for her to play. The sound of her crayons scraping the floor catche’s her attention.
Her lips formed a soft smile. She bent down to a height of five year’s height. Her green eyes look up at her mother. Almost the spitting image of herself with the exception of her father’s eyes and grin.
“Good Job.” Piper signed to her, she grinned. She had been teaching her simple ASL thing’s when she was three, two years later she knows almost fifty word’s to sign, almost more than her own father.
She picks up her yellow crayon beginning to fill in the sun she drew in the corner tile. A home drawn with dark blue, in the top a purple cartoon plane with a stick figure with yellow hair.
“That’s you.” The little girl point’s at the stick figures with her auburn hair fiery orange. She drags her finger to the other corner.
Tapping a purple cartoon plane with a stick figure with yellow hair. “And that’s daddy.” She signed.
“I love it.” She signed with a smile. She envied how innocent she was in their bleak world, she was always grinning and running around their home. Piper gets to her feet leaving her to her 100 crayola pack.
It was hard to find activities to preoccupy the five year old, one’s that were silent the least. She still tried to educate her as much as she could, teaching her basic reading and which animal’s were which, one’s she would never see sadly.
The little girl had been too young to recall the trip to the zoo the two of them had taken.
She touches her braid, pulling her windbreaker close to herself. The calendar she kept read was the end of February and soon March would be approaching. She furrowed her brow, where the hell is he? She thinks.
She had given him the simple task of collecting anything that seemed edible, and batteries. It was a miracle that they even got a generator, much less a place to hold up.
Her friend had bought the place and planned to make it a functioning farm; he had let her stay there till everything ‘blew over’, she wished he had been right.
“Jake?” She signed, she shook her head. He can't even see you signing, she reminds herself.
Her heart dropped to her stomach at the flash of a brown jacket. She held her chest panting as she collected herself. He held his mouth, stifling his chuckle.
“Don't do that.” She scolded him, her eye’s hardened with irritation. He smirked his million dollar smirk.
“I'm sorry.” He start’s off, his motion’s quick. He’s been learning, she thinks through her annoyance.
“I just like seeing your squirm.” The blonde teased.
She shook her head, trying to contain her smirk. Even in a world where everything had gone silent, somehow it didn't silence him.
“I hate when you do that.” She scolded him. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well I love when you do that.” He says, leaning closer to her face. She sighed, she quietly cleared her throat stepping back.
“What did you find?” She asks him. He turned around, stealthy removing five can’s from his bag, a bottle of jack daniel’s, a lighter and seasons.
She furrowed her brow picking up the whiskey. She raised a brow at his shopping choice.
“Really?” She signed. He smirked mischievous, she shook her head,
“How about this?” He challenged, she furrowed her brow, putting her hand on her hips. He reached inside of his bag slowly pulling something.
His hand grips a small tanned stuffed animal, its beady black eyes stare at her, its hair frizzy with a mane that rounded its entire head and tail, fake white fang’s sewn into the side of its muzzle.
Her frown slowly morphed into a warm smile. “This make it better?” Jake ask’s. She leaned her head sideways.
“Maybe.” Piper signed, he smirked at her. He knew the world was starting to take its toll on her.
Night’s weren't easy, she would wake in cold sweat, panting trying to let out a scream, she knew she couldn't.
“This keep me from sleeping on the couch?” He wondered, she shrugged her shoulders, stepping forward.
“No bet on that flyboy.” She teased him. He held his chest in dramatic fashion.
“Ouch.” He mouthed, she shook her head wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her.
His green eyes studied her as she gazed into his. His hair had grown out in the two years of their new world, before he had it well groomed to meet the standard’s of the Navy, his face no longer clean, his blonde beard now similar to a cowboy of spaghetti western. She couldn't complain though, she liked how he looked. She just wished he would keep up with the hygiene.
“You need a shave.” Piper signed. He scoffed at her signals. “Are you gonna do it for me?” He asks with a smirk.
“Who else would.” She joked. He shook his head pecking the auburn hair girl on the lips, she smiled. The sound of a quiet gagging noise causes the two to pull away from each other. At the end of the isle stood Alice, pointing at her tongue at their physical affection.
The two adults smiled at each other. She removes her arms from around his neck, walking over to the little girl.
“Are you finished drawing?” She asked her. She nodded her head, with a toothy grin.
“Get your stuff, don't go far okay.” She asked her. She patted her on her polka dotted puffer coat.
Piper looked back at the blonde man, looking down at her feet sadly then at him.
“Pack this all up.” She order’s, he mocks her.
She rounded up smaller thing’s into her bag. The walk back to their home was going to be a long one, she had made sure to find duct tape for her tom’s. Jake had given her tip’s on how to not attract the creature’s attention.
The three begin to exit the rundown pharmacy. Piper adjusted her beanie, tucking bit’s of her braid into the edge’s. Jake grunted bending down picking up the five year old little girl, placing her on his hip as they started their long walk back. Strolling past the abandoned building’s of what used to be the surrounding small town near San Diego.
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SHE SCRUBBED AWAY in the water at the dishes, one of her humane chore’s that she used to enjoy most of the time became a dreaded one. To keep thing’s silent in their household, she had to wash them in water in the sink. They did have running water, which they only ran for their shower’s,for their dishe’s they stuck to fetching it from a well five miles from the property.
She adjusted her ponytail, wiping the sweat from her forehead. A hand gently set a cup deep into the water, she whipped her head.
“Sorry.” He signed with thin lined smirk.
“It’s okay.” Piper reassured him, she didn't have the energy to be mad. He looked down at the dirty soapy water, she huffed running her green sponge through the lukewarm water.
“Stop.” He signs.
She furrowed her brow. “Why?” She asks him. His lip’s formed a thin line. “Because I want to.” He tells her, she raised a brow.
“I want to help.” He sign’s to her mouthing the words.
She sighed, handing over the green sponge, he smirked as she leaned on the kitchen island. She looked over to the living room, Alice sat on the floor, playing quietly with her doll’s near a gas lantern that illuminated her area with an orange glow.
The sun outside had set, the sky filled with dark clouds and the star’s painted the night. Silent, like always, not for the occasional bird chirping, too high for the creature’s to kill, she guessed. He placed the final plate down on the towel.
He turned around leaning on the sink, She stared off deep in thought. He stands in front of the auburn hair woman.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She shakes her head. “No.” Piper admit’s, her shoulders tensed as she leaned off the island. His brows furrowed.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked worriedly. She licked her lip’s crossing her arms.
“I saw those symbol’s again.” She signed to him, he raised a brow.
“Where?” Jake asked her, she sighed heavily.
“Back of the grocery store.” She tells him. She knew there were rumor’s on the radio of a group killing people they deem too loud for the new world. They had gained the nickname ‘The Bandits’, over parts of the town she would see on wall’s initials, SDB, written in dark brown ink or what she thought was ink.
“They're getting closer to us.” She state’s, his eyes softened at her worry.
“They don't know we are here.” He reassures her, she shakes her head.
“But what if they do.” She says, her brown eye’s beginning to welt over with tears in the corners. He shakes his head, stepping closer to her, taking her hands.
“They don't.” He signed with one hand, she gulped looking him in his eyes.
“If they find out we are here–they will do something bad.” Piper admits to him, she looked over into the living room where her daughter sat playing, unaware of their conversation.
She looks back to him. “What if they try to..hurt her.” She stumbled over her signing. He shook his head.
“We won't let that happen.” Jake reasure’s her.
“Nothing else matters to me more than her.” Piper tells him. Her heart skipped a beat, she could see the fear flash for a moment in his face.
“If something happened to her, I couldn't live with myself.” She signed.
“I'm not gonna let them find us.” He swears, his fist balled as he signed to her. “And if they do.” He inhales deeply.
“They will regret fucking with the wrong family.” The blonde stated. Her frown slowly turned to a soft smile.
“What?” He signed, she covered her mouth, muffling her soft chuckle. “You sound like your old self, Flyboy.” She wrap’s one arm on his shoulder bringing him into an embrace. He smirks against her shoulder.
She brings her nose into his black shirt that clung to him. She thought it was strange how the world had to end to bring them closer, more than the day their daughter was born. She had barely seen him when he was in the Navy, he was always busy.
A loud crash brings them out of their embrace. Jake’s head snapped in the sound’s direction, seeing the flame’s from the gas lamp starting to spread, he quickly ran grabbing the dark blanket, throwing it on top of the fire, patting down extinguishing it.
The young girl looked up at him, her eyes widened as the silence filled the room again. Piper’s heart skipped a beat as it began to race, she didn't dare to move as she anticipated the sound of the inhumane roar’s hell bent on ending their disrupters. Jake slowly gets to his knees, quietly as possible.
Silence, dead silence. Piper glanced at her daughter, her eye’s widening as she looked to her father.He lightly got to his feet, looking all around at the farmhouse ceiling. His shoulders relaxed,He shook his head turning around.
BANG!.
She flinched, her heart dropping to her stomach. He brings his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Alice’s breath shake’s as her eye’s darted between her parent’s, her mother stood frozen with her mouth parted, her father slowly making his way to the window.
He leaned his head close to the cool glass. He looked to the roof, he looked down at the ground.
Cries of a wild dog interrupted the silence, the brown and tan coyote scampered away knocking down trash. The couple let out a breath of relief, Alice ran on her tiptoes to her mother’s side, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
Her eye’s fell, as she looked down at her as she stroked her strawberry blonde hair. She wanted to whisper in her daughter’s ear that she was okay, that the monster’s were not gonna come back, that she was safe. Speaking was a grace that she had for three years of life, now it was all gone.
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GENTLY SHE walked down the stairs, the watch on her wrist reading half past ten o’clock. She ran her hand through her hair, messy with wave’s from being in a braid for so long. She clung to the oversized plaid shirt that engulfed her figure, his clothes some of the time made up most of her wardrobe.
She slowly walked to the sliding door’s of the basement bathroom, it somehow being an almost safe room for them to be in, the rushing of the shower water drowning out their voice.
The air smelt of cedarwood filled in nostrils as she stood leaned on the doorway. The steam from the shower still lingering as she watched him apply aftershave. His beard now reduced to a stubble, his hair though remained untouched. He wiped the condensation from the mirror with his fist, her silhouette casted onto the hickory wall’s.
He smirked softly, facing her. A towel wrapped around his neck, only clothes remaining on him being his black sleep shorts. “What are you doing up?” He wonder’s.
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Couldn't sleep.” She signs to him, he nods his head.
“How is she?” He ask’s, she sighed.
“Fine I think..at least what you could be in this place.” She tells him.
He looked her up and down, she wore a dark gray shirt with US NAVY written in bold font, and striped sleep shorts, paired with his red plaid shirt that she once swore she would return to him. He smiled softly.
“What?” She signed to him, her lip’s forming a thin line and smiled. He runs his fingers across the front of his face in clockwise motion, his fingers and thumb end at his chin. Beautiful, Her face grew beet red.
He shook his head, still smiling. “Nothing.” He says. She nodded her head at his secretiveness, he sighed, opening a draw, pulling out black and blue hair dress scissors. He motion’s them to her.
“I’ll do it.” She tells him. She quietly slid the door behind her shut, closing it with a rag in the way. The auburn hair woman, sit’s behind on the leather bench with her legs. He held up his finger for her to wait.
He leaned over, reaching in pulling the handle for the water, purposely setting it to cold. He sits on the floor with his back to her, leaning back into her. She gently takes her fingers through his hair, finding the dead end’s to cut off.
She carefully snipped off bit’s onto the violet towel.
“You know you could do this yourself.” Piper speak’s up softly, he chuckled.“Why would I do that?" He ask's her.
"You do it so much better.” Jake admit’s, his tone haughty. She rolled her eye’s playfullying as she continued to work away.
“Sure Flyboy.” She teased him, he smiled fondly at his nickname.
“You know you really should manage this hair better.” She joked, he shrugged.
“Don't know if you know darling but the world has ended.” He reminded her, and she shook her head again.
“I don't think these alien asshole’s care how pretty you are.” He joked, she smiled at his cockiness.
She raised a brow. “Did you just call yourself pretty?” Piper jested, he patted her leg making her laugh softly.
“Shut up.” He says, smiling.
She sighed sadly, she continued to trim away at his hair. Memories of the world before had started to wash over her. She longed for the day’s of them together on the beach under the sun, laughing and teasing each other. Or when she had first met him, a bad night in the ER sent her to the Hard Deck, dying for a drink. Next thing she knew, someone had sent a whiskey neat, she looked up from her glass locking eye’s with probably the most handsome she had ever seen, straight from GQ magazine cover. Things stayed that way for awhile before she got the confidence to say ‘Hello’, and the rest is history.
“Are you still taking her tomorrow?” He ask’s her, his tone lacking any loftiness. She sighed as she cut his wet hair.
“I am, she deserves it.” Piper tells him.
“Are you sure?” He ask’s.
“Yes, she needs the chance to be a kid, I remember loving the beach when I was her age.” She recall’s. “We didn't have what she does remember.” He point’s out.
“It doesn't matter, okay, I want her to be happy.” She proclaims. He nod’s his head, he sighed looking down at the floor.
“I know you do, and I want that it’s just.” He stops him mid-sentence. She furrowed her brow, he gulp’s.
“I know you don't care what happens to you.” He continues.
“But I do.” He admit’s, her heart skipped a beat in her chest. His vulnerability came in moment’s of them finally being able to speak with one another. She knew he hated not being able to talk, talking was how he won her over, how they got the sweet little girl who slept soundly upstairs.
“I just want you….I want you both to be safe.” He admit’s somberly. She sighed, reaching her hand down, he raised his hand lacing his finger’s with her’s. The ambience of the running water filling the room.
“You're not gonna lose us.” She whispers in his ear.
"You're not gonna lose me." She promised.
His grip on her hand tightened as he blinked away the tears he knew were fighting to escape. She sighed against the side of his head, the tiredness weighing heavy on her body. If things could stay this way forever she would accept in a heartbeat,peace with him and her daughter.
She inhales deeply as she sits back up, counting to cut at his hair. “When are you y’all leaving?” He asks breaking the ice, she clears her throat.
“Some time after lunch.” Piper tells him. “Beach is about a one hour walk.” She says she takes a handful of the end’s of his hair, trimming around the edge of ear’s.
She had experience cutting her own hair, not being able to afford a salon during college.
“Hope you make it back before it rain’s.” Jake say’s. She furrowed her brow.
“It’s not gonna rain.” Piper state’s, snipping the scissor’s loud,he scoffed. “Yeah it is.” He declares, she shook her head.
“And how do you know this?” Piper wonder’s, he sits up straighter. “I can smell it.” He tells her, she rolls her eyes playfully.
“Don't give me that southern superpower thing.” She joke’s. He rolled his eyes at her teasing.
“You can't smell rain.” She chuckled.
“Yeah I can, tell me a time when I was wrong.” He challenged, and she bit her lip.
“When you were on leave when we first started dating you said it was gonna storm.” Piper recall’s, he smirked.
“And?” His tone condescending. “And it was dry all week.” She state’s, he rolls his eyes.
“No it wasn't.” He says offended. She shrugged his shoulders.
“You want to question me while I have a sharp object in my hand.” She threatened, she clicked the scissor’s close with a snip.
He put his hand’s up in surrender. She smirked at her own victory, she trimmed around the last bit of his long hair, getting it down to a short easy to brush cut.
She runs her finger’s through, getting rid of the extra bit’s she missed.
He moaned softly at the feeling of fingers through his hair. She removed the towel from around his neck shaking out into the trash. She brings her arms wrapping them around his neck and torso.
She ran her cold hand down his chest, he shuddered as goosebumps ran down each part of his body. He held onto her arms leaning his head back against her leg, looking up at her.
Her nails grazed across his skin as she brought her hand to his cheek. She inhaled deeply as she began moving her lips against his.
She felt his eye lashes tickle her chin. Kissing him upside down was not ideal, though she had to admit it was very hot. His fingers caressed her face. She exhaled as he pulled away, his breath peppering her mouth.
He rolled over onto his knees. She barely had time to catch her own breath as his mouth met her's. She closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
His hand trailed down her waist, thumbing the edge of her shirt. The butterflies in her stomach went crazy as his calloused fingers grazed under her bare skin. She shivered.
He slowly pushed her back to the wall, her leg uncrossing, placing one leg around his waist. He ran his hand up her thigh, his fingers playing with the elastic of her sleep shorts.
She opened her eyes as it clicked in her head. "Jake." She says breathless, pulling away.
He kept his mouth busy as he peppering kisses down neck. She bit her lip stifling the moan that dared to escape her.
"Jake." She speaks up. He finally pulled away looking up at her, his eyes meeting her's.
"What?" He whispered. She sighed looking away at the water that still ran, she would deal with the mess later.
She looked back at him. "The noise." Piper whispers back. He shook his head.
"I can be quick, if you can" He promises, his southern drawl coming out. Her heart skipped a beat, she nodded, both of them continuing what they had started.
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THE MUD SQUISHED under her shoe’s, her grip on Alice's hand not letting up with each step they took. Piper had taken protection with them, a knife that Jake had given her for her birthday last year, carving her initials into the leather of her holster. And a pistol, she knew there was a chance she wasn't going to use it because of the noise, but she knew with the bandit’s becoming a looming threat she couldnt be too careful.
Alice sighed bored as they passed more tree’s, they had stuck to the hiking path laid down for them by the park service, nothing entertaining for the five year old to really look at. Talking wasn't an option for them. Piper could hear the cry of bird’s growing louder,the crashing of waves more prevalent as they walked.
Before the world had ended, she had taken her to the beach plenty of time’s, only she wasn't old enough to remember it all.
Piper had grown up in Vermont, not even close enough to the ocean, she could recall when she first got to the beach, being twenty four and finally finishing nursing school it felt like she could take on anything that she drove straight into the freezing water.
The both of them come to a stop. She smiled softly overlooking the rocky cliff as the ocean wave’s crashed loudly below them. She turned to the strawberry blonde little girl, her jaw agape as she stared out to the shoreline.
“What do you think?” Piper signs to her daughter, she smiles at her mother.
“It's cool.” She says, nodding her head. She turned her head to the path stairs leading down. She looked back at her.
“Want it to get cooler?” She asked her, she nodded her head, with a flick of her fingers she gestured for her to follow her.
The wind whipped against her hair, throwing her braid all over. The cloud’s in the sky slowly turned gray as they walked down the cobble step’s. She was happy that the railing had not given way to the elements yet, as she hopped down after the last step, turning around and extending her hand for her daughter to take.
“Careful.” Piper signed with one hand. The strawberry blonde girl slowly got onto the rocky path.
The both of them in slow pace getting closer to the water that pulled in and out with a loud roar. She takes her back pack off, setting it on the dry sand, Alice following her lead. She puts her hand in front of daughter.
“Wait.” Piper speak’s up. Her green eyes widened in fear as she whipped her head all around. She gets on her knees in the sand getting to her daughter’s height, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She points at the ocean. “This is loud, they don't like it.” She explains to the frightened young girl.
“You don't have to be afraid, you are safe here.” Piper reassured, her voice soft as she looked her up and down. The wind kissing her cheek, she looked out at the ocean to her mother.
“Let’s get these shoe’s off.” She says, velcroing her neon purple straps, sitting them next to their backpack’s.
She unzips her own jacket tossing it to the side, Alice slid her polka dot jacket off onto her jacket.
Piper kicked off her tom’s, rolling up her pant leg to her knees. The two of them looked at each, she grinned as she picked her up by her arm’s running through the freezing water that stung at their legs. She laughed loudly as she spun around with her daughter, her heart pounding with excitement.
“Think fast!” Piper exclaimed as she flung water on her, she squealed, flinging the foam from the wave’s at her. She yelped in surprise at her return fire.
She looked up at the sky, the spring air cooled her as she extended her arms, taking in the moment of clarity.
Alice wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, she sighed deeply as she place her hand on her shoulders holding her closely, the wave’s of the ocean pulling in and out around them as they remained in an embrace.
The two of them did all they could to enjoy their time on the beach. Alice constantly challenged her to a race to the rock’s and back, Piper didn't have to bother with letting her win as the young girl was much faster than she had expected. She went around the sand looking for sea shell’s for the both of them.
“Would daddy like this one?” Alice wonder’s holding up a gray and blue scallop seashell, she smiled.
“He would love it.” She tells her, she laughed as she stuffed her jean pocket. Piper imagined them filled to the brim.
The one good day she could give her meant more than anything. She knew that the young girl couldn't have the childhood that either of parents had.
Running around in the grass and hanging out during the summer with friend’s. Staying out past curfew to be scolded, playing on the playground and seeing how high she could climb to see over the city.
She sat at the edge of the shoreline, using a toothpick she had brought along to draw in the damp sand.
She drug the sharp wood across the top, letting her hand decide the picture she wanted. Alice sat criss crossed quietly digging in the sand.
Piper’s eyes widened as she suddenly remembered. She walked over to her backpack, unzipping it. She walked back over, sitting in front of the strawberry blonde girl.
“I got you something.” She says, she looked up, excitement in her emerald eyes. “What is it?!” She asked curiously with her toothy grin.
“Close your eyes.” She tells her, her shoulders slumped annoyed.
“Why?!” She groaned.
“Just do it.” She says. She rolled her eyes as she told her.
“No peeking.” Piper state’s, she brought her little hands covering her face. She pulling the object out from behind her back, she gently removed her hand’s from her petite face, placing a soft brown toy in the palms.
“Open.”Her green eyes fluttered, her grin widened as she looked at the fluffy mane of the cuddly stuffed toy.
“For me?” She wondered.
“Yes, it's your’s.” She confirmed. She squealed in excitement as she held the toy close to herself in embrace. Her heart ached at her joy, she spun around on her heel’s landing on her knees in the sand.
“Thank you Thank you!” She gushed. She wrapped her arms around her neck, she gasped in surprise, she bring’s a hand to her back holding her closely. Alice’s shoulder’s tensed up as she slumped against her mother.
She pulled away as she thumbed the of the snout of the lion, its beady black eyes staring up at her.
“Ally?” She say’s warmly.She doesn't answer, playing with the wet sand. Her green eyes softened.
“What’s the matter?” Piper asked in concern.
“I’m sorry.” Alice say’s fiddling with a small sand castle. She furrowed her brow confused. “For what, baby?” She wonder’s.
“The monster’s found us last night.” Alice admit’s, Piper shook her head, the five year old girl looked down at her bare feet.
“No it's not your fault.” She tells her warmly, she sits her toothpick down.
“I made a noise..” She stammered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head. The woman slide’s over the sand, bringing her young girl into an embrace.
“Alice, it wasn't your fault.” Piper whisper’s into her ear, softly stroking her hair.
“Don't blame yourself for anything like that, not ever.” Her voice was smooth, she pulled away placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulders.
“This world is a scary place.”She tells the little girl. Her green eyes glistened with tears at the edges. She shakes her head gulping.
“But you are so..so much bigger and braver than it.” She stammered.
“You are so brave Ally, and you are so strong.” She brings her hand’s to her face, gently cupping her cheek. Her pink little lip’s form a thin line smile, Piper’s used her thumb brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
“We should go.” Piper say’s getting to her feet,the cloud’s above grew darker, puffing up with each end. The sound of rumbling above in the darkness.
“Mommy.” She spoke up.
She turned her head at her, “Someone’s watching us.” she pointed. Her brown eyes widened in fear looking at the ridge.
The shadow of a stranger peeked through the fog that had begun to roll in with the storm above.
“Alice.” Her voice stern with the five year old, she looked back at her.
“Grab your things, right now.” She ordered, she furrowed.
“Why? Who is that?” The little girl wonder’s. Her brown eye’s stare down the stranger on the hill.
“No one good.” She answered. She hustled around grabbing her bag’s, pulling her jacket back on.
Piper didn't waste any time with grabbing her daughter’s hand, her pace in walking faster then her own daughter. She held her hand on the little girl , she knew that anyone who wasn't her boyfriend or was someone she once considered friend was a danger to them. The alien’s were a concern but they weren't what scared her.
Drop lits began to drizzle onto her coat, the dirt slowly turning into mud with each step they took. She eyed the tree’s on each side, scanning for danger’s each direction. Maybe she was being paranoid, and that she was wrong about the bandit’s.
Thunder rumbled above them, Alice’s grip on her mother’s finger tightened at the sound. Should have left earlier, she thinks. Alice hated storm’s, Piper found it ironic as the night she was born a typhoon struck the coast of Southern California.
A storm so dangerous that it flooded most of the valley leaving so much debris, and destruction that it was like a wonderland.
She panted as she continued to speed walk through the pines. Piper used one hand to pull her hood over her head. CLICK.
She stop’s dead in track’s extending her palm in front of her daughter.
Her brown eyes drifted down to her ankle, a thin line of metal pushed right against her, hooked up to a tree. She didn't dare to move to find out what it was rigged too. She gulped looking down at the strawberry blonde girl at her waist, she shook her head.
“Don't move.” Piper mouthed, her eye’s fearfully looking at her, nodding at her order’s.
The squishing of mud under feet catches her attention, she looks up seeing two men wearing black clothes and bandanas hiding their faces from them.
They smirked sinisterly at her, eyeing the young woman and the little girl. The blue bandana pulled out a knife from his pocket, shiver’s run down her spine seeing the dried brown on the blade.
Hair’s on her neck stood to attention as she felt the hot breath of another person breathing behind her. She lifted her hand’s up surrender to the stranger’s, the lack of sunlight couldn't help her determine how many were behind her.
“Which one do you want?” The red bandana sign’s to the blue one, she guessed one of them was the leader of their group.
Red’s eye’s trailed over to the auburn hair woman, looking at her buttoned up henley shirt, the clothing around his mouth moving in a circular motion.
“I like redheads.” He signs, her blood ran cold at their signing. Her eyes darted to her right, another man with a black bandana stood next to her.
Her chest heaved up and down as her heart began to race.
She wasn't sure what they would do to her, but to her daughter she could get an awful image. There were no more law’s or legal systems, a perfect world for sick people like these men.
“Take the big one to the hill.” Blue order’s, red’s brow’s furrowed looking at the little girl next to her.
Red bandana looked Alice up and down, he stepped up to her, getting down to her height. Her green eyes flooded with tears at the strange man.
His dirty hand took the lion toy out of her hand’s. Piper’s hand shook with rage seeing his dirty nail’s touching the toy hand picked for her daughter from the man she loved. She knew what to do now.
“This one is mine.” Blue signed, her little face shook frightened.
Piper stepped forward with a click of the trip wire, a collection of bottle’s tied together collapsed down with a loud clunk, the men’s eyes widened at the sound. Piper growled as she plunged her knife into the jugular of the black bandana.
“Run!” Piper whispered to Alice, she grunted as her feet kicked up mud running away. The auburn hair woman swung her fist into the face of the blue bandana before she ran alongside her daughter.
The two of them panting as they jumped over bit’s of twig’s and green’s, sticking to the path they had followed and the one they had created. Piper looked over her shoulder, the shadow’s of the tree’s of people following right not far behind.
Piper grunted, grabbing Alice’s shoulders, holding her closely in a bridal style.
Alice’s strawberry blonde hair whipped against her face, the rain had started to become less of drizzle and more of a sprinkle. She looked down at her feet, her footprints in the mud clear with each step.
She duck’s behind a tree, setting her little girl down. She panted with her back against the tree as her mother set her backpack down on the ground.
“You need to run!” Piper signed frantically. She shook her head. “No!” Alice signed.
“Stay on the path, find your daddy.” Piper declared. Her green eye’s bore into her dark brown eyes. “No.” She repeated.
“You have to run, or they will find you.” She orders her, she shakes her little head. “I can't leave you.” She signed her lip quivering.
“I cant– “Alice Seresin.” She whispered and interrupted her, she held her face. She took a deep breath.
“You are so brave..and sp strong, and I need you to do this.” She whispered.
Fear flashing over her face. Tears falling from eye, twig’s snap her heart racing faster. She brought her lip’s to her forehead, inhaling her scent. She pulled away admiring her daughter one last time.
“I love you so much.” Piper’s voice breaking,She pulled away admiring her daughter one last time. She sniffled, taking a deep breath.
“Now..RUN!” She ordered. Her hair whipped in the wind as she darted away from her mother. Piper gulped as her throat tightened. She removes her knife from her holster, huffing as she turned around marching through the tree
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THE MEN STOOD PANTING. Blue bandana stepped forward looking at the three remaining men. He kicked the dirt in anger, pacing back and forth over the cliff that overlooked the beach.
“Where did the big one go?” Red whisper’s. Blue shook his head. “Who gives a fuck!” He signs. The three men flinched at his anger, he throws his cap off his head.
“The little one, get me the little one!” Blue order’s pointing his finger at the red bandana, he nodded his head turning around following the path. The two remaining men looked at their leader, he ran a hand through his greasy hair.
“What are you gonna do with her when you get her?” Yellow bandana wonder’s, he shook his head.
“That’s for me to know.” He tells him.
“What about the big one, are we gonna auction her?” Purple bandana asks. He rolled his eyes at his question.
“Fuck her, she killed one of our own.” Blue say’s, shaking his head.
“She could be more useful than the little one.” Yellow point’s out. Blue grabs him by the neck holding him tightly.
“I dont fucking want her..get me the little one.” He whispers in his ear’s.
A gurgling sound interrupts both men. They snapped their head’s seeing purple grabbing at his throat as blood drenched his coat as he fell to the ground. With a grunt she removed her blade, she stood up looking at both men. Her eyes burned with anger at the blue bandana.
She pointed her knife at him. “You.” She signed.
Yellow eyes the woman, he charged at her, he swung his fist at her. She huffed dodging it, hooking her arm under his, he groaned in pain at the fiery hot pain of the knife plunging into his shoulder blade.
She knee’s his gut shoving him onto the ground. Blue smirked at her, slowly clapping silently at her. She vibrated with anger at his mockery.
“Now what?” he signed.
“You die.” Piper signed. He smirked at her threat, he stepped forward in a challenging manner. “Are you sure about that?” He questioned. She grunted, swinging her blade.
He jumped back, she huffed, swinging her fist in his direction, missing again. She groaned as fiery pain spread across her face, the impact of his punch disorienting her. The rain began to become heavier as the two of them fought.
She grunt’s locking his head in hold, punching him in the gut repeatedly. He grunted in effort pulling at her raincoat, removing it from her entirely. Shegasped as he pulled himself out of her hold, shoving her into the mud. Blue bandana spit’s out blood onto the ground.
“Bitch.” He grumbled, she wiped her nose as the copper taste filled her mouth. She pat’s her holster looking for her knife, her eyes widened as she couldn't feel the ebony handle.
“Shit.” She mouthed. She flip’s onto her feet, she rushed at him tackling him with the full force her body could muster, their body’s slammed onto the cold rock wet rocks.
Piper cough’s holding her rib cage, his grimy hands shoving her face onto the concrete.Anger boiled inside of her at the feeling of his nail’s digging into her cheeks.
“Fucking die already.” He grumbled, the pressure on her back becoming heavier. On the ground a reflection from an object shined her way. She shouts failing her legs in each direction, he exclaimed frustrated.
She reached out her hand for the shiny object, she gasped for air as her rib cage began to feel smaller. Her wet finger’s lace through the handle hole, she pulled it closer to herself. In effort she rolled shoulder’s spinning around.
He cried out in pain, cupping his cheek as blood began to seep out. She stood on her feet looking at the man. She shook herself off as the adrenaline pumped through her body. He yells as he runs at her, she yelps moving out of the way.
Piper turned around only to be met with a blow to the face. Her back smacked the rock’, closer and closer to the edge the both of them dualed, her knife dropped to the ground with a clink as the man got on top of her gripping her wrist.
“You just giving up, sweet thing.” His voice sneered at her, his hand slowly trailing to the button of her henley shirt, he groaned closing his eyes as his dirty fingernails pulled away the clothing separating the piece. She grunted against his weight.
He mumbled as he leaned his head back as he countied to work on the top of her shirt. Thunder cracked above her making her heart skip a beat, she turned her head, her blade laid only an inch away from her. Without hesitation her hand gripped the handle as she brought it to chest.
He gasped loudly, falling back onto the ground. Piper yelped as she crawled onto him, cutting through him with multiple blow’s, each time letting out a yell of rage. He gurgled, coughing up blood onto her face.
An inhuman cry pulled her out of her trance. She snapped her head watching the tree’s pull apart as they got closer. She pushed herself out of the way.
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ALICE PANTED as she kept running along the pathway, her sketcher’s covered in the mud as the rain began to get heavier. The farmhouse laid in plain sight as she got closer to the fence line, only a few more step’s.
Thunder rumbled loudly, she flinched at the sound but countied to run. She had stopped only twice to catch her breath, she couldn't let her mother down, she need to find her father, to safety.
Her strawberry blonde hair bit’s were sticking to her wet cheek’s. She held her hand at her hips as she stopped finally at the white fence. On the porch, her father sat on the swing, the rain pouring as he took in the sound’s.
Her mother’s word’s sound in her head, they don't like loud sounds, water was loud at the beach, maybe it’s loud now.
“Dadd-!” Her voice interrupted as a hand clamped down on her mouth. She struggled against the person that drugged her, her screams muffled as she desperately cried for her father.
“Quiet!” The voice snapped, she grunted elbowing her kidnapper in the gut, she bit into the finger of the stranger hard. He shouted in pain as he let go of her.
“Little brat!” He grumbled.
The man cladded in red is brought to the ground. Alice gasped in surprise as a blonde man held him to the ground, making repeated blows to the face. He turned looking over his shoulder at her.
“Alice, go!” Jake order’s, she nodded her head sprinting away. His green eyes darkened as he held the man by his shirt. Rain poured down on the both of them, soaking his black long sleeve shirt.
“Who the fuck are you?!” He questioned in fury, the man smirked up at him. He shouts as she punches him. “Who are you!?” He demanded once again.
He doesn't answer. Jake growls' shoving his head against the ground. “Where’s my wife?!” He demand’s.
The man gripped the handle of his blade pulling out. Jake gripped the man’s wrist redirecting his aim, he held one hand over his mouth as he stabbed him in the gut. His cries of agony muffled by him.
“Tell me where she is?!” Jake ordered. His teeth turned red as his smirk widened at his violence. His nose scrunched up as he twisted the blade.
“Tell me!” He fumed.He coughed, spitting blood straight up at him.
“Dead..silent..like us like you will be.” He gurgled through his attempts to laugh. Jake shook his head.
“Just you.” He declares. He coughed once more as his breath slowly became a wheeze before he finally exhaled. Jake wiped his face with the back of his hand, throwing off the blood onto the ground.
He got to his feet, he grunted as he ran back to the house. His boot’s heavy on the wood as he got inside the house.
“Daddy!” A small voice exclaimed.
she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, thunder rumbling louder outside. He sighed in relief, getting to his knees wrapping his arms around the little girl.
“Thank god you're okay.” He whispered into her ear, He panted, breathing heavily. Holding her as close to him as he could. Her wet hair draped across his neck, her little face wet from tears and rain.
“Alice.” He speaks up, her breath shake’s as he pulls away, he holds her shoulders gently.
“Are you hurt, did he hurt you?” He ask’s her, she shakes her head.
He brushed back a piece of her wet hair.” Alice.” He say’s softly, her green eye’s meet his.
“Where’s mommy?” He wonder’s. She began to pant looking at the screen door, his heart fell to his stomach. He blinked as the color drained from his face.
“Oh god..oh god.” He pant’s.He gets to his feet, only being stopped by a small hand gripping his.
“Don't go!” She exclaimed. He glanced between his daughter and the door. “Please.” She pleaded.
He inhaled deeply. “I won't.” He promised. He runs a hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jake sniff’s, taking her small hand in his leading her downstairs.
Alice’s expression remained bleak, the once happy five year old who had so much to show the world driven into silence. Not even her father playing with her in the bathtub, making funny noises, brought her out.
Jake didn't want to admit to himself but knew she had experienced something awful.
He pulled her blanket over her, staying next to her as she slowly fell asleep. The storm outside didn't settle down even as she slumped against his chest. Many things were running through his mind, like what had happened when he wasn't with them, why did these bastard’s come for his family, and where is his wife.
He slowly got out of the small twin size bed, placing the purple starry comforter back over her. Sleepy soundly, he walked out of the room quietly shutting the door behind him.
His breath shake’s as he walks down the steps to the living room.
He looked around the farmhouse, the fireplace cracking and popping, the rumble of thunder outside disrupting the coziness of the home. It felt empty, he felt empty, half of his heart was gone. It was his fault, he let her leave when he knew the danger of the world was the monster’s.
Not the monster’s who hunt for sport at just the sound of a twig snapping, the real monster’s who got the sick pleasure of destroying the lives of others.
He bends down on the floorboard, sliding away the board feeling around the cabinet below for the old wood handle. He grunt’s slowfully removing the remington rifle from the space, he opened the barrel to see it was still fully loaded since he found it.
The former pilot stand’s up, in a steady pace outside to the front porch.
Lightning cracks across the sky as the rain continues its rage against the earth. In one hand he held the gun in the other, the Jack Daniel's he was scolded for finding, he sits on the wooden chair.
Staring at the dirt road paved with sand to silence their step’s. Keeping her safe was all he had now, he wasn't gonna let anyone or anything take what he had left. Thunder rumbled across the setting spring sky, his finger on the trigger ready.
A snap of a branch bring’s him out, he stood to attention, cocking the gun. His breathing steady as his heart raced in his ears. His eyes trained on the dark road, a silhouette stumbled his way. Their hair is braided, wet and tangled. He could make out the shadow of a blade in their hand, and in the other a stuffed animal.
They limped closer, the lamp on the wood post illuminating a yellow and orange hue on their face. His green eyes widened in realization, he dropped the gun in a dash towards her.
She gasped in shock at the sudden impact of his embrace. The knife fell from her hand’s, her free one around his neck.
Piper’s chest heaved up and down, shivering from the cold. Salty tear’s mix with the earthy water that fell on them. He whispered in her ear a mixture of apologies.
“You were right.” She breathed out, he furrowed his brow. “Right about what?” He ask’s, his green eyes watered over.
“It rained.” She chuckled weakly, he shook his head, his laugh vibrating against her shoulder. “I hate that.” She admit’s with a small smile.
“You love it.” Jake whispered, she nodded against him.
"Get me inside, please.” Piper pleaded with him. He complied with her order’s, latching his arm’s under her as she went limp in exhaustion.
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SHE SAT on her side of their bed, her damp hair draped over her gray tank top. Her body shivered even with his jacket on her, her shirt had become less of a beige color and more of dirty brown from the blood.
“This is gonna sting.” He tells her, she wasn't used to being patched up, she usually did the first aid. He dabbed the alcohol soaked rag against her split knuckle. She could feel the multiple bruises growing on her body, and she knew for sure when thing’s cooled down she was more than likely gonna be sick.
She grit her teeth. “Fuck.” Piper swear’s, the thunderstorm allowed them to talk, she was thankful for once for him to be right about the rain.
He smirked. “Threw a hell of a punch.” Jake commented, her lips formed a thin line.
She tried not to think about what had happened.
“Yeah, and got a bruised rib to add to it.” She chuckled weakly, he pulled out a bandage from her first aid bag. His calloused hands maneuvered with the roll, beginning to wrap the cloth around her hand. “I taught you well.” Piper say’s, he smirked.
“I'm a quick learner.” He reminds her, she sighed leaning her head back.
“I don't doubt that Flyboy.” Her voice raspy, she sniffed. She gazed at his face, dried blood at the edge of nose, and furrowed her brow.
“Are you okay?” She ask’s.
His green eyes looked up at her. “Are you really asking me that?” Jake wonder’s, her hand caressed his face, warm to the touch.
“Did they fucking find you?” Piper demand’s from him, he looks down continuing to clean her up.
“Jake.” She says, he blink’s looking back at her. She reached down, groaning as she pulled out alcohol wipes beginning to dab away the crimson.
“You shouldn't be doing this for me.” He says. She shook her head. “Too bad, I am.” She says, holding his cheek with one hand. “Piper.” He says, she shook her head. “Doesn't seem broken.” She tells him.
“Pip-”You should be careful wiping around here though.” She interrupts, he take’s both of his hands, removing her hand’s from his face, looking at her.
“Please stop.” He pleaded with her, she exhaled in exhaustion. “I’m sorry.” Piper whisper’s, she leaned her forehead against.
“God, I'm so tired.” She breathed out. She inhaled his scent as she hugged him. “It’s okay.” He whispers as he wraps his arm around her as she closes her eye’s, her head slumped against his shoulder. Her skin was cold and damp as he lowered her back into their bed. He holds her close to him, not letting her go. The storm outside begins to die down becoming a drizzle, he leaned over her body, turning off the gas lamp that lit the entire room.
A/N: HOLY..I Have no word's how did I pull this off this week.
NO PRESSURE Tagged: @cowboysandpilots @bobfloydssunnies @sugarcoated-lame @sorchathered @fairyheart @senawashere @swiftsgirlfriend @nouis-bum @pinkdaisies9285 @mamachasesmayhem @senawashere @cottagecori
#top gun maverick#top gun au#top gun fanfic#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman seresin x oc#jake hangman fic#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin angst#jake seresin fluff#top gun fan fiction#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick fan fic#jake seresin x oc#jake seresin top gun#jake seresin smut#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin fic#jake seresin#fanfic#fanfic writer#fanfic rec
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PLEASE tag unreality posts properly
ok so ive noticed that some of yall really have no idea what unreality means and i can tell because i have the tag blacklisted so i dont get needlessly triggered while scrolling through tumblr dot com and as long as im told its not real its usually fine so ill click on the button to view it and itll be like... a picture of someones childhood home.. that... that is Not unreality. even if it is YOUR childhood home and it makes YOU disassociate. that is Not unreality and you're needlessly making Other delusional/psychotic/disassociative people's minds run wild as it tries to guess What in this picture isnt real & can spiral into convincing ourselves that nothing is real
on the other hand, sometimes ill be hit with a post with No Warning that says some shit like "THEY are coming for you. Hide." and like do i need to explain how this is harmful??
im not saying you cant shitpost or weirdpost or creepypost or whatever but pls tag properly (learn how under the cut)
if you dont know what should be tagged as unreality, its anything that isnt actually real/true, i would say that most importantly, unreality should be tagged on posts that could trigger delusions in people. think back to the me or ps5 song, the guy who originally duetted her has come forward asking people to please tag it as unreality due to the lines "its me boy im the ps5 speaking to you from inside your brain" and "listen to me, boy, your free will is an illusion" triggering people into experiencing delusions. in general, if the goal of your post is to harmlessly scare someone at 2am by making up a spooky scenario or evil creature or whatever, it needs an unreality tag
"you have been chosen" type posts are a form of unreality as well and can trigger delusions of grandeur, religious delusions, etc.
eerie and unsettling posts (i particularly see this with photographs) with no words and/or anything fake added are NOT unreality, it is only unreality if there are UNreal elements or if the entire thing is made up
common tags that unreality is found in are things like weirdcore, dreamcore, liminalcore (<- this one is usually mistagged unsettling photographs of real places), chaos posting, etc.
if you have any more questions i highly recommend interacting with (& befriending) more people who experience dissociation/psychosis/schizophrenia/delusions/paranoia/etc so you can get a better understanding of what people like us experience
#bug talks#bug rants#actually dissociative#actually paranoid#actually delusional#delusions#psychospec#schizospec#shitpost#weirdcore#dreamcore#liminalcore#chaos posting
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I came here to ask for Rockstar! Cove rambles and saw the Rockstar! Baxter art you reblogged omfg it's so good.
Please can we get some of your Rockstar! Cove (and/or Baxter if you feel like it) rambles 🙏
(Hope your holiday has been great 💖)
this is more. rockstar!cove backstory but YKW ITS FINE BC ITS BEEN WHATS ON MY MIND LATELY we'll have to talk abt him again bc this post was getting LONG especially w baxterrr
tags : SFW, headcanons, step 2-4, rockstar au, so ooc, bullying mentioned, fighting, baxter's tags are below before his hc's
listen....
im ngl. i want him to be maybe a little toxic. a lil crazy.
or into things he's not canonically into/does often
at least he's rough n impulsive at first
whenever he can get away with it, and before he got famous, he loves taking a long ride on his motorcycle
compared to when he was a young teen, he tries not to take drives when he's angry
bc when he was young, he'd put on some music and blast it as loud as it could go, and he'd drive and drive and drive...
ended up with a few warnings and speeding tickets that way because he'd get lost in riding n his thoughts n the music
but now that his life isn't so turbulent, he doesn't do that anymore
i wanna imagine he doesn't grow up with you next door n you didn't know each other until junior year of high school
he sees you n he's sold...
thinks you're so fucking beautiful/handsome and he sees you laughing n smiling w your friends n he's so, so whipped for you
he's still a sweet shy boy, so it takes forever for him to talk to you
n it's terry who introduced you two!!!
he's all flustered, bc you're even more lovely up close
n if you're all bubbly n extroverted, he thinks you're like sunshine
if you're more reserved, he thinks you're very cool or that it's amazing how calm you are all the time
if you're shy/easily flustered, will sometimes (and now that he's grown, always) mention out loud he thinks it's cute when you blush...
either way, just loves your personality n thinks you're amazing n cute
you actually calm him down. you ground him.
he used to get into fights kinda often.
i like to think rockstar!cove got like this bc his parents stayed together longer than they did, n there was no brilliant neighbor to reach out to him
he n his dad were still like oil n water, and the kids at school were less than friendly but usually didn't dare fuck with him
key word is usually.
just had a thought actually... cliff's family living nearby
not his parents. he moved as far as he could
and with him n Kyra on the brink of divorce, her moving out the house, n all cliff has to do to keep them afloat..
he didn't think his equally shitty cousins would be a problem.
but surprise!! they're a few doors down n too happy to "catch up"
cove n cliff avoid them pretty well, n cliff really didn't need to tell cove to avoid his cousins bc he was already 2 steps ahead of him
but his cousins dont get that message, they also think its a good idea to pick on cove...
so between the short patience of most hormonal 13 year olds, his parents (finally) separating, cove's intolerance for bullshit....
cove ends up rocking his 2 cousins shit when they snatch his glasses off his face, bending the frame
ignores his cousins mom yelling at him n cliff to apologize for hurting her kids. feels a bit warm when his dad tells her his son is more well mannered than both her kiss combined, even laughs when he says a rabid raccon has more sense n poise
but is even happier when his dad, after a moment of silence in the car, asks him if be used the right hook he taught him
n tries to hide his smile when his dad ruffles his hair n goes "that's good. good job son."
he does hear the whole, "violence isn't always the answer" and "pick your battles" thing
but he shrugs off the lecture when he and cliff have a tub of ice cream each n cliff holds a bag of peas to his face
anyway.
he fights like a DOG. he arGRHHH HE HAS EVERYTHIGN TAKEN CARE OF. TRUST.
professional at sneaking out n sneaking YOU out
cove at 4am: wanna get mcd's?
dont even bother saying no bc he's already outside
dont pretend to be sleep either bc he FUCKING SEES YOU.
will leave you alone if you genuinely don't wanna fuck around in the middle of the night, but how can you say no to him?
ah. before i forget
Will kiss you if you're bandaging his face
asks you to ice his bruises...
SINGS YOU SONGS N SHIT
kryptonite. creep. p!nk and lady gaga PERIOD. all of it
serenades you with his guitar and/or voice
sometimes he's just fiddling with the strings, switching between cheery beats and trying to rick roll you but the beat is wayyy off
loves when you fall asleep to his music too, plays the sleepiest tune he can think of
you being his biggest supporter is what makes him fight to make a name in the music industry
after supporting him in his personal life, through all his lows and highs, then supporting his music that he was too scared to go for
he puts his best foot forward for his sake and yours
+ TAGS: mention of FWB, toxic baxter <3, so ooc ofc, mm implied partying/drinking
now rockstar baxter....
i want him to be a problem. he's the toxic one here
compared to cove, who is soft n sweet but impulsive and always willing to fight, rough but well meaning...
baxter is your situationship
your friends with benefits
friends if a loose word, since you hardly ever talk since you've met and unless arguing, bickering, or sexting counts as getting to know each other...
than you're best friends!!!
he's the big headed musician who always asks "wyd" and "u up?" whenever he's in town
at least he sends you money to doll up or eat, or whatever before he gets in town
"make sure you eat before i come. bc im not letting you go once i get there"
so.... if you want commitment. he's not it...
just saw *this tweet, and rockstar!baxter IS the type to email you after you block him
omfg. if any of yall have read armin x reader fanfics... yk how he is in those fics? all toxic n shit?
thats baxter.
not THAT bad. like baby trapping bad or cheating on you, manipulating you etc.
but he's bad
definitely the dumb choice you make at 18-20 smth years old n once you mature, you drop him because he doesn't grow up quickly...
he won't even have the realization that you're the one until he's MINIMUM 37-40+ YEARS OLD. AND FLYS UP FROM THE BED LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST
curses n curses himself to high hell and low heaven
now depending on how bad he's fucked you over, or you've moved on, etc... he understands if you don't wanna try being together, bc he was a fucking mess
at least, if he sees you catching feelings or himself, he does break it off
but there's still good times between you!!
he sends you things for your birthday
and when he's not on tour showing his ass, he comes to spend it with you
is very happy if you come to spend his birthday with him!!!
starts to look forward to it, but he doesn't really show it
although after the first time, he can't help crying, thought the first time was just a one off thing
unless you make the first one a big thing, than he cries then
even if all you did was get/make a cake and decorate your small apartment, he's so so happy
mm i started thinking abt smth
i don't think he's that bad, impulsive, etc. before his career
before, he's pursuing music because his parents hate it. its "not a useful career" and "embarrassing"
but then he starts to love it, its an outlet for him and then it's become a passion
but once he gets a deal with a record label, it's just a downward spiral
puts everything into music, ignores everything else and doesn't take breaks like he should
i think what breaks your "relationship" is him getting caught up in the darker side of the music industry, and losing himself.
he doesn't laugh or anything like before
doesn't make random trips to see you anymore
in fact, probably ends up flaking on you or suddenly canceling, or going weeks without talking to you
its rough. and you two definitely need time apart for him to grow and realize that this is serving anyone besides the companies pockets well
#our life: beginnings & always#olba#cove holden#cove holden x reader#baxter ward#baxter our life#baxter ward x reader
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I can see through the scars inside you
tags: terzo x gn!reader, reader is depressed and is having an extra rough day, (I might've poured some of my religious trauma into this lol) hurt/comfort, angst, mild swearing! shitty google translate italian once again ::D italians dont kill me pls
this is a bit short, I meant do add some more but decided to keep it short and sweet <3
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Everything feels just wrong. Your socks are itchy, your hair doesn't feel right, you haven't cleaned your room or replied to any of your friends who have been asking about you. It's just a full on downward spiral at this point and everything feels like shit. Your boyfriend, Terzo was coming back home today after a long tour but you just felt numb.
Speak of the devil, Terzo had just arrived with his ghouls and was surprised to see you were not there to greet him. Usually you were very excited to see him again, and would jump to his arms and shower his face with kisses. He frowned, this was weird and not like you at all.
Terzo quickly hurried to his room, dumping all his bags there and swiftly walked towards your room, intending to find out where his amore was hiding.
"Amoooooooreeeee, I've been looking everywhere for you my angel-" He dramatically burst into your room, stopping at the sound of crying coming from your bedroom. Terzo quickly walked over and peaked through the open door. There you were, bundled up in blankets and sobbing violently.
"Amore?" He sat down on the bed, gently taking your hand in his. You looked up at him with puffy red eyes.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, voice hoarse from the crying. "I meant to come down and greet you but..." You trailed off, voice wavering. Terzo kissed your hand tenderly and shushed you.
"It is no problem. I can find my way up the stairs myself," He grinned. Terzo cupped your face gently and kissed your forehead, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
"How about some food eh? I can tell Omega to order us some Chinese takeout, while you, mia amata," He booped you on the nose, "are in for a nice bath."
Terzo hopped up and when you tried to get up he stopped you.
"Nonononono, this will not do. You stay right there with your lovely butt and I will soon be back." He dramatically bowed, winked and twirled around before marching to the bathroom, making you giggle.
After a few minutes he called for you to come in and when you opened the door you were greeted by the smell of you favourite scented candle.
Terzo had lit up the scented candles and put your favourite bath bomb in the tub. He was sitting by the tub, eyes full of love.
"Come on now, let's get you undressed and in the water." He held out a hand for you, making you tear up again. You started crying, and dropped down to your knees, leaning your head on his thigh.
Terzo sighed: "Amore mio, if only I could get rid of the terrors racking through your beautiful brain." He ran his fingers through your hair, gently combing open the knots that had formed. "If I could, I would take all of your pain, so you wouldn't have to suffer." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair.
You sniffled quietly, and looked up at him.
"I- I'm sorry I'm like this, I thought I was getting better and-" Terzo shushed you, and got down to the floor beside you, wrapping you in a warm embrace.
"Amore, nothing could make the love I have for you disappear, you understand? I am here for you, now and forever." He wiped your never-ending tears away and smiled.
"I can see through the scars inside of you, and your soul is not tainted. Even though you've been told awful things through out your life by those horrible people, you are more than that. You are my treasure, mio amore." Terzo kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you.
"And to that stupid little cloud in your head that keeps telling you stupid shit, to him I say fuck off." You snorted at that, making Terzo grin.
"Now, let's get you washed up so we can have an impromptu movie marathon."
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thanks for reading <3
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open wounds
frank castle x gn!reader, ex dating, hurt/comfort, 2404 words
for day 6 of whumpril : salve | painkillers | bad coping mechanisms
warnings for burns, implied suicidal intentions, terrible first aid probably
a/n: yknow when you love a character so much that you dont even know where to start with writing about them?? no?? just me?? im shaking in my boots... also huge shout out to @ashlingiswriting for helping with this!!
tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa (five times as requested)
He’s dripping wet. Frank, back at your door, for the first time in half a year, and dripping wet from head to toe. His jeans, his hoody, his boots—which must weigh a tonne, if they’re as full of water as the rest of him. He’s scrubbed his face dry, clearly, because the front of his hair is sticking upright, brushed up by the rough of his fingertips, and his cheeks are cleaner than the rest of him. Bare of the grime he’s covered in. If it wasn’t so obviously a bad thing—him being here, him being anything other than his usual self—you might’ve laughed. Might’ve joked about him choosing the worst church for an over-due baptism.
‘What the fuck happened?’ you scoff, bypassing all other greetings. You don’t even spare the thought to be annoyed at him, to tell him to go away, get out of here, before someone sees you. You just balk, and frown, and hang off the door as you look him over. ‘You look like you went free-diving in the river, Frank.’
He doesn’t respond, just sighs and tilts his head as if to say—
‘Oh my God.’ He did. He jumped into the fucking river. ‘That explains the stink, then.’
‘Yup.’
It’s pouring off him. Stale water, oil spill.
‘Look, I gotta ask you a favour,’ he says, awkward about it, though you’d thought as much already. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.’
And you wouldn’t let him in, either, if you didn’t have to.
‘Come in.’ The less time he spends in the corridor, the better. ‘Do I even want to know what you…’ The words fizzle out once you’re behind him, door closed and facing his back.
The material of his hoody has been singed away, not entirely, but across his shoulders and in patches down his spine, the t-shirt beneath in a similar state. He’d been set alight, somehow, long enough for it to burn all the way through. Two layers of cloth and then skin. Red, raw, skin.
‘Jesus, Frank.’
‘Had to put it out somehow,’ he shrugs, ‘seemed like the quickest option.’
‘Do you even realise how much shit is in that river?’
But he must do, of course, because he’s here. He’s not at home, self-medicating, slapping soap and water on it and hoping for the best. He’s here because he’s smart enough to realise bacteria will kill him easier and faster than any bullet would. Which isn’t usual, for most, but he has a knack for surviving no matter how many holes they put in him.
‘Bathroom, please,’ you tell him. You remember where it is.
You watch him nod in front of you, hands tucked in the sodden pockets of his hoody. He’s holding himself rigid—tense arms, straight shoulders—to hide the shakes, you realise. The wet has gotten into the bones, chilled him deep enough to send shivers through the muscles. Why he’s bothering to try and cover it, you don’t know. You’ve seen him in worse shapes.
When he reaches the bathroom, you in tow, he turns and waits. In front of you, on the curling blue bath matt beneath. It’s been a long time since you’d done him a favour. A long time, since you’d been alone with him, for reasons other than why this doesn’t work, why the two of you won’t work.
You sigh, close your eyes. He knows as well as you do what’s coming.
‘Am I in danger,’ you ask, feeling the sick twist of regime in your stomach, the edge of familiarity in the question, ‘by you being here? Is it putting me in danger?’
‘No, no, I promise.’ His head shakes. ‘No-one knows I’m here.’
‘You’re sure?’
He pauses, swallows. Nods. ‘It’s just me.’
‘And is it only the burns? Nothing else?’
‘I’d do it myself, but I,’ his teeth chatter, ‘I can’t reach.’
‘Okay.’ No surprise gunshot wounds, no broken bones. You can handle it, as long as you know what to expect. ‘I’ll do my best,’ you tell him, now you know it isn’t at your detriment, and turn to look through the cabinet above the sink.
‘Thank-you,’ he begins, which you try to wave off. ‘No, I mean it, I—I know you must hate…’ The words get away from him. A drop of water shakes from the peak of his hair onto his cheek. ‘Yeah, just, thank-you.’
You know what he’s implying. He’s as wrong about it now as he was then.
‘I don’t hate you, Frank.’
‘Well, you don’t like me much,’ he grumbles. ‘Not that I blame you.’
You don’t like his choices. You don’t like his instincts. You don’t like his susceptibility to getting himself in trouble, once a fucking week. ‘Take this off,’ you tell him, tugging at the sopping wet of his sleeve. ‘You’re shivering.’
He complies, jaw-setting as he pulls both the hoody and t-shirt over his head, no doubt having to rip the burnt-fibres from the edges of his wounds. He does well to hide it—if that’s the case—removes them without a hiss of pain, or any hesitation. The wet lump of them lands on the tiles with a slap, water splattering over your socks.
You fill the sink, making sure it’s lukewarm, cool. It’d be better to douse him with hot water, really, to stop the shivers and get rid of the smell, but the burns are more pressing. The very last thing they need is more heat.
‘Jeans and socks too. Then sit on the bath,’ you instruct before leaving the room. It isn’t for privacy’s sake, but to get your blanket from the couch and a clean towel from the closet. Get him warm, get the site disinfected, then cover it in Saran wrap and hope for the best. It isn’t as good as real, authoritative, medical treatment, but it’s better than he could manage by himself.
When you’re back, he’s done as you said again, and is sitting on the edge of the bath in just his boxers. A sorry sight, long past the invitation that it used to be. You’re sure there’s scars there that you aren’t familiar with, across his chest, below his naval, but there isn’t time to inspect them. He’s shaking still, and looking up at you like he’s sorry to occupy the space at all.
‘You ever treated burns?’ he asks, as you hand him the blanket.
‘Nothing like that,’ you admit. ‘Spin.’
He does. You put the towel on the floor beneath his back, where the drips will be, as he drapes the blanket over his lap. He isn’t shy about it now, how cold he is. He pulls the edge of the throw up to his chin, tucking his arms inside it, and gives a bigger, exaggerated shiver afterwards. Like he’s purging it, and inviting warmth to take it’s place now that it’s out.
Without the clothes, the burns look dangerous. Red and angry, almost the print of a cross over his back, with the worst of them sitting in a thick strip along his shoulder blades.
‘What even…?’ You brush a thumb by the edge of it, bending down to get a closer look; it’s not just a burn, but a scrape too, a layer of skin torn off like he’s been dragged over tarmac. ‘What happened, beyond the fire?’
You don’t mean the order of events that led to it, or the reasoning behind him shouldering fire in the first place—you’re long past caring or asking about his endeavours. Anything that ends in a list of dead bodies, people he’s killed, is none of your business. That stopped being your problem, the same time he did. But the longer you look, the less it seems like a simple, standard burn. The less you know about how to treat it.
Frank grunts, head dipped. ‘Over-estimated a jump. Slipped off a, a wall, going into the river.’
You wince. ‘Yeah, looks like you left a bit of your back attached to it.’
He puffs out through his nose. ‘That bad?’
Not by his standards, you’re sure. ‘Well. I think it’s saved you from the worst of the blistering, at least.’ The smaller scalds will, no doubt, tonight or tomorrow, but the wide abrasion across the top might have saved him from something more severe. ‘I don’t think you’re supposed to put cream on them,’ you say, ‘but I’ve got an antiseptic spray that I think will be worth the risk.’ And the pain. ‘Okay?’
‘Yeah,’ he agrees, without hesitation, ‘do what you gotta do.’
When you start at it with the water, poured slow from a mug and onto his back, he hisses. Sucks breaths in and out between the clench of his teeth, regulates the pain for your sake alone, you’re sure, and you can bare that. You can work while he does that, quiet and dedicated.
But when you move onto the spray, he swears, low and rasping, like he hates you for a moment. Like he’s angry at you, the antiseptic, the base of the bath that he thumps with his heel.
‘I’m sorry,’ you put quickly, unable to ignore it. ‘This is the worst part.’
Maybe bad enough, really, that you shouldn’t be doing it at all. In the grand scheme of things, agitated burns are better than infection, right? Better than leaving whatever germs live in the Hudson, to fester in the scrapes of his skin.
‘Keep going,’ he insists, through the clench of his jaw—so you do, grimacing each time he swears and flinches under you.
By the time it’s done, dried and wrapped, you’re both exhausted. Him more than you, that you can admit. He sits quietly on the bath now, waiting for the painkillers you’d promised. It’s the first time he hasn’t tried to convince you that he doesn’t need them.
‘Here.’ You hand him the pills, the glass of water. Watch him swallow them both, before sitting beside him, facing the opposite way. Shoulder to shoulder. ‘I think that’s about all I can do for you,’ you say, glancing at his waiting gaze.
He’s got his head turned towards you, dark eyes only inches away. You can’t match them for long. You’re looking back at the pile of wet clothes on the floor before you speak again.
‘If it shows any sign of infection, Frank.’
He puts the glass down, head shaking in the edge of your vision. ‘I’m not going to a hospital. I can’t.’ He’s dead already, he means, and waltzing into the ER would ruin the only leg-up he has.
‘Then someone who knows more than me, at least,’ you insist. ‘You can’t do any of your righteous, vigilante bullshit with sepsis, you know.’
‘I know,’ he says, and he means it. Sounds sore about it too, regretful, even. Not because of his health, but because of what it would take from him.
You let him sit with that for a moment, watching him drop the blanket from his shoulders and put his hands over the top of it instead, pooling in his lap. The shaking’s stopped now; without the wet clothes, and in the warmth of your home, it didn’t take long to scare them away. After the ordeal you put him through, he’s sweating instead. Damp across his brow.
‘Why d’you do it?’ you ask, though you’d told yourself long ago that you would stop asking him that. Stop wasting your breath on something that would never change.
‘Do what?’ He looks like he might laugh, glancing sideways at you, like he’s itching to say, you think I toasted myself on purpose? But it’s over-compensation, really. He knows what you mean.
‘Put yourself in these fucking situations, every time…’ You sigh. ‘You had a chance to get out, Frank. To start fresh.’
But why bother saying it to him? You know the answer as soon as it comes from your lips. You know what makes him do it. You know he can’t function otherwise. If bad coping mechanisms had a poster boy, he would be it. If self-hatred and self-pity was a competition, he’d win. He would lap everyone before they’d even got off the mark.
‘You’ve got to retire at some point,’ you tell him, which sounds like a plea you hadn’t aimed to give.
He scoffs, shaking his head. His thumbs toy with the edge of the blanket. ‘You know it doesn’t work like that.’
Not for him, that’s the truth, and it snowballs in your head until you say, ‘You’re gonna keep going until something kills you, aren’t you?’
He doesn’t answer, because he can’t do that either. Admitting it aloud, to himself or to you, would make it real. Undeniable.
‘Well,’ you start, bending the conversation into something liveable again, ‘you’re lucky your ex is so good at first aid.’ You shoulder him, lightly, smiling until he smiles back. Just enough.
‘Yeah,’ he breathes, ‘yeah, I am.’ He considers you for a moment, before tucking his chin and looking to his hands. ‘I didn’t think you’d be so,’ he hesitates, searching for the word.
‘Willing?’
He nods. ‘Thought I’d have to talk you into it.’
You snort, a real smile creeping onto your lips. ‘Would you have begged if I asked you to?’
‘I don’t know.’ His brows pinch together, thick and sorry-looking. ‘Would you have turned me away if I didn’t?’
‘No,’ you realise, because you had patched him up too often to let him suffer now. The blood on your hands has to have been worth something. ‘But I’d have taken an extra pass with that spray.’
He laughs weakly. ‘Yeah, that, I’d probably deserve.’
Because that’s his answer to everything, isn’t it? Every ounce of pain he endures, is nothing but a coin in the never ending debt that he owes himself. The only person that would ever expect it of him. The only one that thinks he deserves this, burns and wounds that he can’t fix for himself.
‘I think you should go,’ you say quietly, as your heart tugs in the opposite direction. ‘It’s late.’
Late, and approaching the longest time you’ve spent with him since the two of you broke up. Any longer and you might forget why.
#frank castle x reader#frank castle fanfiction#whumpril2023#whumpril#the way i am shakinggggggg at this being my first frank fic every omg#i dont even know if its frank like at all but it certainly carries the name#LMAO
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TWISTED WONDERLAND BOOK 7 CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS. (summary, kinda. dont trust me a lot on literal translations its more of a general summary and i could be wrong with some things. also its kind of live reaction so. yeah. this shit is long btw. too much lore.)
no spoilers in tags, but beware that i will be spoiling the whole chapter for people who cant wait for the full translation/people who cant read it
we begin.
>lilia is asking malleus to use the dorm for a “im going away lol” party that apparently the whole dorm is organizing??? damn lilia way to make malleus sad lmao
>MALLEUS IS INVITED!!!!!!! HES INVITED HE GOT AN INVITATION AND EVERYTHING!!! SOBS. he even accepts it this is a glorious day for dragonchan
>uhhh something i dont fully understand but goes along the lines of malleus.. had gao gao kun.. FOR 17 YEARS??? AND WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE TOY HE WOULD GO TO LILIAS HOUSE FOR HIM TO HELP HIM??? omg thats so fucking cute help
>basically more talk about how time goes away way too fast for malleus
>lilia comments how the more time you spend with someone the harder it is to say goodbye (bestie arent you going away like too easily then? sus.)
>lilia left and OOP. MORE MALLEUS BLOT. NOT GOOD. malmal is very confused??
>lilia goodbye party already??? wtf thats fast
>so apparently every single character is going to be here (almost...)
>hmh where the fuck is malleus? lol what
>trey says something along the lines of lilia having a hmmmmmm unique??? way of cooking LMAO. lilia thanks trey for his cooking advice (YOU DIDNT LISTEN EVEN ONCE WHAT THE FUCK LILIAAA)
>cater....... hes so sad about lilia leaving the music club :((( he thanks lilia for being friends and they take a pic together waaaaa ;;
>lmao leona appeared and lilia is teasing him so much bcs leona is glad to not see lilia again
>LEONA WANTS TO LEAVE BUT RUGGIE SAID “NO??? THIS IS FREE FOOD??? R U DUMB” HELP
>octavinelle time! lilia basically gives all of them advice (azul dont be too greedy or it will kill you wwwww)
>floyd says something like “why are you leaving actually” and lilia says something along the lines of “i dont want you to see the ?? me?” the what you i didnt understand that part what are you hiding little bitch
>KALIM BASICALLY SAID THAT IF LILIA GOES TO HIS COUNTRY HE WOULD HAVE VIP TREATMENT FROM HIS FAMILY HELLO? and jamil comments how kalim wanted to gift him an instrument but they needed a TRUCK TO MOVE IT???? tf were you giving him, an organ?
>now to pomefiore, vil comments how malleus restored his beauty at the end of book 6 and wonders if they can do a magic transfer (?) of the same type to lilia and he says nah
>BECAUSE HES JUST OLD
>pomefiore is like ? arent you the same age as us
>LORE BOMBSHELL, LILIA SAYS HES ALMOST 700 YEARS OLD??????? (way less than i expected?? lol)
>LMAO THEYRE SO SURPRISED. rook asked if malleus is as old as lilia and lilia said that malleus is younger??? or that hes as old as them??? i didnt get that very well but something along the lines of malleus being way younger than lilia basically
>lilias family members are supposed to reach 1000 years old but apparently lilia was to eager? well not that, like he fucked up by playing too many games and that somehow made him old very fast? what (i think this might be a misstranslation help because it doesnt make a lot of sense. but something along the lines of lilia being 700 or so and his family being much older usually but him not reaching that age)
>cant remember exactly where it was but lilia also coments about how the dragons usually live much longer and that 1000 years for them is like peak maturity, when they become adults
>IDIA IS CRYING BECAUSE HIS GAMER FRIEND IS RETIRING FROM GAMING BUT HE WONT FUCKING CONNECT THE DOTS AND REALIZE ITS LILIA LMAO
>HE FORGOT TO ASK HIM HIS CONTACTS HELPPPPP
>also apparently him and lilia were their own best and first friends in online games?
>oh malleus and silver time! theyre in the main road to the main building
>malleus is throwing a mild tantrum (?) and he made snow??? apparently
>silver fucking crying because he wasnt able to do anything for his dad bruh malleus feels the same
>more malleus blot?? what the fuck thats fast
>UH OH MALLEUS HAS AN IDEA. that cant be good.
>back to the party, first years time
>basically all thank lilia for everything
>i think ortho knows about lilia and idia being gamer friends but wont tell them??? he just said that idia didnt want to come and hands lilia a list of everything idia is playing (and lilia is surpised because most of the games are the same BUT HE WONT REALIZE) so maybe they can play a match before he retires i guess???? theyre so close to finding out but they wont fucking do it im going insane
>idia didnt come to the aprty btw he is the only character that is not there because he was mourning his friend quitting the game lmao
>lilia thanks yuu once again for being friends with malleus?
>HUH? A DREAM???? BUT YUU IS NOT ASLEEP TF
>yuu asks lilia if they can do anything for him and lilia asks the first years to be friends with sebek because poor croc hasnt made a single friend rip
>lilia apologized for sebeks behaviour bcs ace i believe said that he was so rude and said to sebek to behave but sebek.... refuses? lol
>LILIA IS GOING ALREADY AND MALLEUS AND SILVER ARE NOT BACK YET STOP.
>apparently lilias card for nrc arrived 500 years ago but he didnt care back then? so when malleus received his much later he went along with him (and he thanks crowley for letting him enter the school 500 years later lol)
>LILIA IS GOING
>MALLEUS AND SILVER ARRIVED ON TIME!
>malleus is really happy everyone is there
>??? the party said that no gift was needed but malleus is brining lilia a gift anyways, a “blessing”. uhhhh.
>m. malleus is like way too happy about this. hes saying something along the lines of “today we dont celebrate an end but a beginning” uh. not good.
>this bitch is way too happy tf
>BASICALLY MALLEUS PLAN IS THE MUGEN TSUKUYOMI HELP?
>ORTHO IMMEDIATELY DETECTED BLOT RISING
>crowley is fucking alarmed and he lets everyone use their magic
>malleus regular battle HE HAS 300K HP AND REGENS 60K EVERY SINGLE TURN??????? BASICALLY AN IMPOSSIBLE BATTLE LIKE THE FIRST BATTLE IN THE GAME AGAINST THE CHIMERA
>you will lose this battle
>lilia tried to make magic to stop him but says something like “this body cant even do magic like that anymore?!” tf you mean “this body” do you have other bodies like dottore or what
>everyone is scared shitless HUH
>lilia is now insulting malleus calling him a dumbass or smth and saying that he doesnt know what hes doing and malleus screams that hes doing this to not lose him HELP
>sebek and silver are trying to calm things down, it obviously doesnt work
>malleus says something about grabbing his hand??? scary
>he gave his blessing! its a long ass spell btw. i think his “blessing” is his unique magic
>DAMN THAT LILIA SCREAM
>MALLEUS FUCKING OVERBLOTS. ALREADY???
>THE WHOLE SCHOOL WAS COVERED IN THORNS AND EVERYONE FALLS ASLEEP???
>malleus saying something about 1000 years will pass very quick wtf
>”you will become the heroes of the story”? malmal says something like that
>AND NOW
>AND FUCKING NOW
>WE RETURN TO THE TWISTED WONDERLAND LOGO. THE ONE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. WHILE MALLEUS HUMMS ONCE UPON A DREAM.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.
THE TIME LOOP THEORY? HUH?
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hi guys.
so if you're involved in the conservation/shelter/etc scene in paldea then you probably alr know about this but hide-n-seek 2024 is happening from august 12th to august 16th!! hide-n-seek is basically an annual event that hideaway does every year to share updates about what we've been up to, spread awareness, fundraise, and get the community involved! all three days will have food available for purchase and for days 1-4 the sanctuary will be open for extended hours! we'll also be selling raffle tickets from the beginning of day 1 to 3:45 PM on day 5! the raffle's gonna have a shit ton of cool prizes ranging from a set of PENCHAM brand pens to a limited edition conservation themed uno deck to art pieces of the pokemon here and even game consoles!
day 1 (august 12th) is going to be photography themed this year, where we'll be having a free workshop on wildlife photography and letting visitors with special day passes in to take pictures of the pokemon! important note: these day passes must be scheduled in advance. if you would like one please visit www.hideawaysanctuary/events/hide_n_seek/photography_day_pass
day 2 (august 13th) is going to be themed around ride pokemon!! we're gonna have a petting zoo open with some of our most gentle pokemon, and offering short rides on certain pokemon as well. we usually close early on tuesdays, but on the 13th we'll be open all day. the petting zoo does cost 645₽ per person, as do rides, so keep that in mind. this is one of the best days to come with kids though!
days 3 and 4 (august 14th and 15th), like always, are days specifically meant for trainers who are looking to adopt a new pokemon! we have plenty of pokemon of various demeanors, shapes, and sizes, so whether this would be your first pokemon or your 50th, there's no need to worry; there'll be a pokemon for you. for these two days our adoption fees are also 25% off.
day 5 (august 16th) is our day especially designated for kids and family! while all days of hide-n-seek are family-friendly and kids of all ages are allowed to participate, day 5 is when we host a variety of educational and fun activities for elementary and middle school aged kids! the girafarig feeding is one of those, but we'll also have the petting zoo from day 2, a safari activity, a falconry workshop for older kids, and a ton more! at 4:15 we'll also be doing the raffle drawing!!
ummm feel free to send in asks if you have questions, dont forget to schedule ur photography day pass if you want one (the deadline is august 10th), and make sure you buy a raffle ticket if you can!! theyre like 200₽ literally the price of a poké ball!!!
//OOC section under the cut!
I know this post is alr long as hell, please bare with me 😭
Just adding this ooc section to make it known that hide-n-seek is going to be a small arc spanning the next two weeks and ending on August 16th. While hide-n-seek is going to be very low stakes for the most part, on the 16th it will become a higher stakes event as the end of this arc converges with the end of patchwork sanctuary. As I figure things out more concretely for the end of the arcs, I might make a post that is more detailed, but for now, what I know for sure is that the ending of the arcs will involve a Pokemon attack and potentially a child getting injured. I'll be tagging with #tw animal attack and #tw child injury so feel free to block those tags if need be, as well as #patchwork sanctuary and #hide-n-seek
That's about it for now!!
#//don't ask about the giraffes okay i made each of these in like five minutes in canva#clanging scales#hide-n-seek#patchwork sanctuary#pkmn irl#pokeblogging#rotomblr#rotumblr
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Hello Val and congratulations for 300 followers 🥳💕
Love your blog lovely Val!!! I know you're into levihan BUT for the event can I request some pikuhan NSFW? If you don't mind of course! 🙏
Modern Actor AU behind the scenes where they're both actresses would be great OR Journalist Pieck interviewing AOT Actress Hanji. Whatever your choice things heat up between them 😏 You can listen to Alyson Stoner's "Fool" and Baum's "Hot Water" for inspo 💕
Feel free to ignore this request if that makes you uncomfortable (it'd make me sad though but I understand if it's not your cup of tea😢)
TYSM 💕💕
Hey lovely anon ✨
I'm glad you like my blog!
Thank you so much for sending me this request. Writing a Pikuhan drabble was a challenge but I didn't want to make you sad so here it is! I hope you'll like it ✨
Thanks for my beta/proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for her help ❤️
Also tagging @smol-lydia 🫶
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English is not my usual language
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Behind the Scenes
Characters: Hange Zoe / Pieck Finger / Levi Ackerman / Armin Arlert
Pairing: Pikuhan / Levihan
Wordcount: 2100 approx.
Modern setting / Actor AU / Non-binary Hange / Fake dating / Secret relationship
Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords
Cheeks blushing hot, Armin was looking out the window on purpose as he tried to ignore the lewd sounds invading the limo. His knuckles turned white from how hard he held his glass and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing from nervousness.
"Tch… Go get a room for fuck's sake! You're embarrassing the kiddo!" Levi rolled his eyes.
The couple pulled away from each other for a second, briefly catching their breaths before diving into their passionate kiss again.
Levi emptied his own flute of expensive, delicious champagne, clicking his tongue appreciatively. Not even minding to hide the smirk on his face, he noticed how Pieck's eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her whole expression uttering bliss as Hange kissed her.
He couldn't blame her. He knew this feeling. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt to taste Hange's lips, he remembered how his skin shivered under their feathery touch. His smile grew wider at the pleasant memory but, before any of them could catch him staring, he decided to look away and focus on adjusting his cufflinks.
The make out session on display seemed never to end, adding embarrassment to the anxiety already building up in Armin's chest before the premiere, making him sweat in agony.
Levi patted Armin's shoulder with affection, drawing a faint smile from him. The young man turned to face him, slightly less flushed than a couple moments before, and straightened his back to regain composure.
"Oi, lovebirds! We'll be there in a few minutes. We can't afford to get out of the limo so fucking disheveled, do we? So get your shit together and wipe the spit out of your faces, you're literally glistening!" Levi blurted out after a brief glance at his watch.
The lovers reluctantly parted, already longing for each other. Pieck quickly pulled out a fancy compact mirror and some lipstick from her velvet purse to touch up her makeup.
Hange turned to Levi with a beaming grin unfortunately stained by the intense kiss. Levi leaned over to them, pulling out a clean handkerchief out of nowhere and rubbing the purple lipstick off their face and lips.
"Look at your sorry ass, idiot!" he uttered in a soft voice, kneeling in front of them, his hands now tangled in Hange's messy locks in an attempt to make them look less tousled.
Hange chuckled and he smiled fondly.
"What is it, Four-Eyes?"
"We owe you big time, Shorty," they said, tenderly brushing their palm on his cheek. "Sorry to put you in such an awkward position but we can't do otherwise for now, you know." Their eyes shone with endearment as they added "thank you so so much, you're so kind Levi!"
He averted his gaze, embarrassed as always when they showed him their deep, genuine affection. He took their hand in his, placed a quick peck on their wrist and exhaled deeply to get rid of the accumulating stress. The limo finally stopped and the car door clicked. Pieck blew a kiss to Hange who mouthed "I love you" in response.
"Let's do this!" Levi exclaimed as he stepped out on the red carpet, gently dragging Hange behind him. The flashes dazzled them but their faces wore a radiant smile as Levi pulled Hange into him by their waist, both looking left and right to allow the crowd to take proper pictures of their idols.
Holding hands, they glamorously reached and climbed the stairs, stopping at the top with Pieck and Armin to wave one last time. They finally entered the luxurious hotel.
The worst part was over.
The 'Paradis/Marley Alliance' actors shared a large round table almost deserted by now. Half the cast was on the dancefloor, twirling under the huge crystal chandeliers.
The meal had been delicious, taken in good company and they were actually sitting side by side. Pieck couldn't be happier than in this very moment as Hange discreetly held her hand in theirs under the table and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly. She didn't dare look at her lover's handsome face but she could breathe in their earthy scent, a scent that never failed to make her blush with desire.
All of a sudden, Hange's hand slipped out of her grasp as Levi helped them get up from their chair. The music was so loud they had to lean down to whisper in her ear.
"Levi and I are going to dance for a while. Showing off as usual, of course." They winked at her and left a light peck on her earlobe, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Meet me in fifteen minutes in the library down the hall, Gorgeous."
They clung to their so-called boyfriend's arm and left with a light chuckle. Pieck's gaze followed the couple on their way to the dancefloor. They looked so good together, dancing gracefully, almost sensually. No wonder everybody thought they were still dating.
She couldn't help letting out a gasp as she realized Hange had a type. Levi and Pieck didn't look so different physically but there was a huge difference though: he was their best friend and she was the love of their life.
Levi had been nothing but the most amazing friend, helping them hide their relationship. They were lucky enough that the brief romance between Hange and him never broke their strong friendship and made the whole fake dating performance believable. They couldn't afford to be uncovered, at least not while most of the new Attack on Titan's promotion revolved around the famous and glamorous 'LeviHan' couple as it had been for several years now.
Exhausted by a week of interviews and photoshoots, Pieck dozed off a bit as she let her thoughts wander for a while. Until the boisterous yet gorgeous laughter she could recognize anywhere snapped her out of her daydream.
She held her breath and her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes opened again and spotted Hange's slim figure, head thrown back as they chortled in Levi's arms probably at yet another poop joke of his.
The loud pounding in her chest echoed through her whole body when she took in the enchanting sight. Their black satin suit hugged Hange's thin curves perfectly, highlighting their endless legs, their elegant shoulders and their firm ass. Their jacket barely covered the sun-kissed skin showing off in the absence of a shirt.
Her face felt hot all of a sudden, and her hands started to sweat as she watched the way Levi pulled Hange flush against his chest, the way his hand lingered on the small of their back then slipped surreptitiously down to their ass. She wished she could do this herself, in front of everyone. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, nervously licking her lips and closed her eyes for a second. She resolved to head her way to the library to end the torture.
Silence was most welcome as she entered the cool room. The dim light of a few table lamps provided an intimate atmosphere to the library, something cozy also brought by the large leather sofas arranged in front of the fireplace. She let out a weary sigh and crossed a few steps to a bookshelf, looking for something to read while waiting. Her choice fell on a collection of love poems that she started to read right away, not even bothering to sit down.
She was so engrossed in her reading that neither did she hear the door slowly opening nor the light footsteps approaching behind her.
"I'm finally here, Gorgeous."
Pieck flinched when Hange's deep voice whispered in her ear as they wrapped their arms around her waist, pressing against her back, and kept her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned back on their chest with a sigh.
"I missed you so much, Love," she whined, "I hate it when I must hide while Levi is caressing your ass in public… It's not fair! It's mine, not his!"
Her lips tentatively curled in a cute pout but she knew there was no point in complaining. Well, she just couldn't help it. It made her feel better.
Something else never failed to make Pieck feel better and it was as if Hange could read her mind. As they delicately brushed a strand of hair off her neck, she tilted her head for them to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. Her soft skin shivered under the light touch of their lips.
"You're right, Gorgeous, I'm all yours," they replied in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.
Hange's hands wandered over her purple dress, slightly stroking her toned belly up to her chest as they kissed their way down her neck. Pieck managed to bite back a moan at how their warm breath and soft pecks felt deliciously tickling on her skin.
But seconds later she couldn't help but whimper when they sneaked a hand under the velvety fabric, cupping one of her breasts, grazing their thumb over the perky nipple. Pieck felt heat pooling down her belly and turned around, a light shade of pink flecking her cheeks.
Pressing her chest against Hange's, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around their neck to make them lean down. They gazed at each other, Pieck marveling at her lover's handsome features before her lips ghosted over theirs for a brief moment. She let her delicate fingers run through their brown hair as they tenderly stroked her back. Then, finally, their lips joined in a soft, gentle kiss.
Oh. It definitely felt like heaven. She relished in the slow motion of their mouth against hers, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of warmth blooming in her chest, letting her whole body surrender to the intoxicating touch.
Her mind went dizzy when Hange licked along her lower lip and nibbled at it, eliciting a low moan from her. She parted her lips and their tongue gently slipped into the welcoming wetness of her mouth and their hot breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss. This was nothing but pure bliss.
They made out more passionately and Hange's hands traveled down her body, prickling goosebumps all over her skin, leaving her weak in the knees.
Without breaking the kiss, they both took a few slow steps to reach a couch until she bumped into its edge. Pieck lay down on the cushions and Hange drew back just enough to take in the stunning view beneath them.
"Perfect! You're so perfect!" they uttered in a breath, their pupils black with want still raking over her body.
Pieck blushed but held their gaze. She licked her lips, breath still uneven heaving her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Hange hovered over her, covering her face with wet, soft pecks. They kissed along her jawline while they caressed her over the fabric down to her thighs, one hand finally sliding its way through the slit of her dress. Her eyelids flickered and she breathed heavily under the sensual contact, her heart pounding faster in anticipation.
Pieck yearned for more of their touch. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she weaved her hands behind their head to draw them closer and captured their mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her body tightly against theirs.
Pieck trembled as their palm brushed the soft, silky skin of her thigh, her loud moans vibrating into both their throats when their fingers finally rubbed the wet patch on her lace underwear.
A sudden knock at the door snapped them out of their blissful haze. They lingered in their dazed reverie for a few confused seconds before another knock, sharper this time, definitely broke the spell.
"Oi, Four-Eyes! The fuck are you doing? No time for your pussy-licking shit or whatever!" Levi's voice was muffled from the other side of the door.
"Always so romantic and sophisticated, Shorty!"
Hange let out a heavy sigh, frowning their brows in annoyance.
"Five more minutes, Levi darling! Please!" they yelled.
"Fucking hell, no! Some bastard noticed we're not dancing anymore and shit's going to happen soon if you don't drag your sorry ass in here, Hange! We're supposed to go upstairs in "our" room to fake shag, remember?"
"Shit! You're right, Shorty!" they ranted before getting up, tugging at their crumpled suit.
Pieck rolled her eyes and puffed with exasperation.
"Ok, Gorgeous! Meet you in your room in ten?" they asked.
Hange didn't even wait for her answer. They kissed her lips with a smile and joined Levi in the hallway.
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hate hate HATEEE the way they executed run ins with the ink demon (as in the little count down you have before he pops out of seemingly nowhere and kills you when you’re free roaming) idk but it just feels kind of…boring? 😭 i think they had it right in the old games when you could actually SEE what was chasing you, inspires a lot more dread and overall anticipation. with the way “chases” work in the new game, a lot of the “looming threat” of the ink demon was taken away for me personally
OK NOT ADDING THIS IN THE TAGS BECAUSE I NEED TO SHARE THIS IN CASE PEOPLE DONT READ THE TAGS
First of all I agree 100%
Yes im a pussy so the countdown still makes me a jump a little, but you know what'd really scare the shit out of me? If there was a chance for the Ink Demon to actually COME FOR YOU
Chapter 3 is one if my favorites because of Bendy being able to spawn at random and give chase if you don't hide. I wish Dark Revival did that... It actually reminded me of how I would've tackled it
First of all, similar to chapter 3, in certain areas he has set spawn points, where, let's say, he can spawn at random, usually if you stay out in the open for a long amount of time. If he spawns and doesn't see you, this is your chance to hide. Let's say you choose a barrel or a crate. Good spot. But let's say he DOES see you. Chase music begins, and now you have to run. Thing is though... If you hide in a barrel or crate (or any other hiding spot that ISNT a miracle station) he'll slowly approach where you're hiding and find you anyways. Kind of like the "Granny" Horror game. If you hide and he sees you hide, he'll find you. The only place he can't get to you, even if he does see you, is a miracle station. Another fun mechanic I thought of: Bendy cutouts. If you destroy a bendy cutout you have about a few seconds to hide until he comes to investigate. When he finds the cutout he gets angry and starts searching for a few minutes. I honestly thing it'd be cool if we could actually see him hunting us. Maybe make it so you can't move at all in order to not draw attention to yourself. Don't even move your camera or he'll be alerted to come investigate. At that point just don't even touch your controller/mouse
Idk, I know it's probably to difficult to implement into a game. I just thought it'd be neat
#doodles rants#batim#bendy#batdr#bendy and the dark revival#bendy and the ink machine#ink bendy#ink demon#Unpopular bendy opinions
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hello! i'd like to start a stimboard blog, but i have not a clue where to find resources/how to format/etc. do you have any tips/resources on how to start a stimboard blog? itd be appreciated, thank you in advance <3
how to make stim blog & stims: informal guide by hammy
1- its best to use desktop instead of mobile tumblr. while you can technically do it on mobile, i wouldnt recommend it because mobile tumblr breaks format often.
2- when making your own gifs, it is recommended to make your gifs in a 1:1 ratio format, so basically a square (100x100 ratio).
3- if you are using other peoples gifs, always remember to keep track of whose gifs you are using and properly credit to the best of your ability. i usually start my posts in my drafts and then use my likes to keep track of what gifs i use, but you can also save drafts with them and stuff to not lose them. link to the direct post, do not just @ the blog, thats the best way to credit but as long as you make a conscious effort to credit its not a big deal
4- format wise its up to you man its your blog and you get to do what you want, but i will say that when crediting the way i do with emojis or Xs or whatnot, it is better to have a space between each item so that on tumblr mobile it doesnt merge the links or break the credits
(good: x x x / x x x , bad: xxx / xxx)
5- tags, how you handle requests, dni, etc are all up to you, whatever works best for you. but please keep in mind that you should probably tag triggers if making any sensitive content or marking it with tumblr's new mature content labels and stuff, though trigger tagging might be better bc the content labels tumblr has might hide your post from people who unknowingly have the "do not show posts" enabled
6- ezgif dot com is your friend. i dont have photoshop or anything so i basically live off of it lol. btw, might want to have an adblocker for it though since some of the ads can take up too much space
7- ?????? i think thats it, im pretty tired ngl
I do appreciate you coming to me and asking about it, it means I must be doing something right /lh
EDIT: I almost forgot! tumblr does weird shit to gifs on here so if you are using someone elses gifs, how to download them properly: right click + open image in new tab, the end of the url will be ".gifv", get rid of the v in the url (".gif") and then press enter to refresh the page. THEN you save that image. otherwise it will be in garbage webp unusable shit
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can i just say that Longing For Acceptance Already Given is STILL rotting my mind? its tooth-rotting-ly sweet but its not straight fluff and my brain goes haywire everytime I read the line "They settle instead for a soft rippling in the Light; the feeling of tucking a sleeping other’s hair away." bc oh my GOD what possessed me when i wrote that. holy shit
Look. i know "pining" is usually used in a romantic way, but i think Wolf is just generally pining. Like anything they touch could shatter or wilt in their hands at any given moment and they hate it and they hate themselves but they're too tired anymore for there to be any real fire behind it and they want so badly to reach out but its tiring and dangerous and do they even deserve it?
If, by taking this hand, theirs would be cut off? Are they the offered hand, hiding a blade, claws? Are they capable of dulling their edges, of meeting gentleness with gentle hands?
Which, while it's not the highest quality, Against Better Judgement (ch2 of One Mirror, Two Reflections) comes back to this in that brief misc Wolf POV. Their sort of amazement/realization/mild crisis that they're holding something, wrapped in their hands, and its warm and its alive and it's not trying to run from them and- Its someone who trusts them, implicitly, not to hurt him.
It's the hand they're so afraid of and they can't figure out if they want to hold on to it and never let go or if they want to run, just keep running, and never let anyone so close ever again. Maybe he should be afraid of them, actually, maybe that terrifying hand is really theirs and their claws are going to cut him open when- if they try to hold on.
And the question of "theirs or his?" after calling the touch a lifeline... "Did that even matter?"
and the line "This quiet destruction– progress?" back in Longing? oh dont get me started.
hi helloo i am Not crying over my old writing. this is a perfectly normal thing for me to be doing. hi hey hello do you hear me. i did NOT mean to write a wholeass essay here it was just supposed to be reminding people about that one line, how did we get here. and anyway the very fact that i barely mentioned Ghost here isnt really a crime bc he's almost an extension of them. another piece of their soul. that softness comes so natural with him, another limb, and he responds in kind, and they both know the other is fragile, and they both know its in two so very different ways and yet they just get it. There's no one else like each other even if they both need more friends. theres nothing more important than each other and they're all they've got and and and-- if you know whats good for you, you will NOT read these tags
#orb rambles#the forsaken exile#SMITE ME NOW#PLEASE JUST SMITE ME#romantic or platonic who CARES they Just Are and they all need one another. help me#the dynamic between you and the guy who killed you when they're the only other one who understands the burden on your shoulders#and understands being treated as a weapon. but you know that what happened to them is why your trainers (formerly theirs) are so distant#and hesitant to know you more. and you know these people did it to themselves and your killer didnt deserve any of this. betrayed by family#and left for dead and maybe youre even scared it might happen to you too. everyone's scared you might become your killer even as they becom#your best friend even they dont want you to become like them but you already are and it wasnt by choice. for either of you.#and then the dynamic between you and the guy who gave the other half of his soul to give you a new life.#forgiven of whatever the past one was. and maybe he even IS your soul not just the other half and it doesnt really matter either way#because now you're both in so deep and maybe there never was a surface to swim to but there is a landmass and that landmass is (you) (him)#and you've already been doing this for so long now. dedicated to each other (before he even found you) (but you had a bigger burden to#shoulder that kept you from holding him) so it wasnt even a great change between you and him to just latch on again. so maybe#you already drowned but youre breathing the water fine (but youre not) so maybe itll be okay one day (it wont have the chance to be)#ANYWAY im fine yeah. the crow says hello and the wolf stays by your side right#dont know what just possessed me (TFE itself maybe. or maybe Luna yeah lets blame Luna actually)#[big red text saying LIAR appears over my head]#(I AM ILL)
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okayyyy also. tagged by @joelletwo for 5 topics i could talk about for an hour with no prep.
now. two things. 1. i have infernal podcast dude energy and could say a lot about nothing. weird trait to have if u dont like talking to people? hard to say. 2. GESTURES AT BLOG. im ALREADY. talking at length abt my beloved shit. so im just ruling out turtles, alien robots, trek, etcetcetc all the shit thats been a main blog topic for the last past. 4 years?
I'm gonna say.... western voice actors? not that i could really. Give a lecture so much as. I'm way more familiar with them that than I am live action actors. And I'm kinda just CONSTANTLY like. Oh you know so and so from every cartoon youve ever fucking seen? And FEEL a real. gap. with people when they dont have a same reference point. probably like how ppl feel with me when i dont know their acting guys jhadbgjfga. Like u can name 5 VAs from ur childhood cartoons/animated movies right? And personal interest like, hey btw u know like the entire cast of tng was in disneys gargoyles? U know keith david can SING? And diego luna? Hey you know about Canadian actors who are in all the dubs and video games and yeah cheap shit? You know Scott McNeil right? You know Ian James Corlett? You know. THE IAN. of being Ian. Hello. is this thing still on?
I really like and care about the topics of education, children's rights and pedagogy? Not academically so much as, personal interest. What seeing very clearly that there was a lot of arbitrary rules that involved things like. The Government. and Systems. as a child does to a motherfucker I guess? I'm always INTERESTED in a discussion about it, is how i mean I guess. Like focuses of multiple intelligence and "applied knowledge" (and short comings there of). I mean long and short of it. Kids are full human beings and until u can grapple with that their feelings and opinions um. Actually matter. I hate you? jdhbgjhdb. And Naturally the world being good for kids has the prerequisite of it not sucking ass for adults too....
UHhhh guh. User design/civil engineering? You'll hear it from me until the day I die, crushed under the tires of a ford f1 giga truck with the LED 20million watt bulbs. PROTECTED BIKE LANES. for the love of god. I just know a lot of designers I guess and like engineering, conceptually. But like, u know that famous bridge everyone crashes into. If theres 80million warning signs and people are still crashing... maybe theres. other factors. Or you know ofc like, traffic planning, vehicle accidents, structural disasters. A lot of them are not just. Things happening. Tragedies. There's politics there. Usually a lot of Money stuff. and structural racism. The real reason your fridge is full is that there's a bunch of half empty condiment jars hiding all your forgotten left overs. And widening the roads isnt gonna do shit for traffic.
Jackass entry: Themes and motifs of anyyytthing ive watched with another person or saw, and like they also know it. I realllly like, visual theming and narrative shorthands. Anything that breaks like, maybe people in this setting dont have the same customs, but their gonna do something so you the audience can recognize it. Non literal/accurate use of colour and lighting, for mood and clarity. Breaking the physical shape and scale of things so they can appear and be readable on screen. COSTUMING COSTUMING COSTUMING. A well styled character can do soooo much for your understanding of a work, especially with large casts, and a poorly styled one can take me right out. Well. anyway. yes i love animation u all knew that.
uhhhhh Thatgamecompany/giantsquids studio. im giving myself a free space. lol technically I DO. blog about this. the music. at least. BUT beloved. games. Me and everyone else I guess. Hey speaking of u know its laura bailey and troy baker as the voices in the pathless? And you know how a lot of the games have themes of coming into being/growing/rebirth. And LOTS of environmentalism. And implied cultural world building, and wordless stories. and beautiful metaphor rich otherworldly visuals. and gameplay styles that really connect with the emotional story their going for. and ofc, the music. oh the leit motifs. well. there u go. sword of the sea when?
tagginggg. uh did anyone get @deadgrantaires or @army-of-bee-assassins yet? anyone elseeee who wants to regale me with things they knowww about. id love to know.
#some shit#KINDA. gave up. cause i hampered myself with the restriction not my fandoms. jadgbdhf BUT YALL ALREADY KNOWWWWW i could take u thru#my fav mirage issues or like. my favourite implications of tf stuff.#like. all the things i like to watch and like. this is a story about familys. or rebellion. or why people care about each other.#why its important to keep living. and everything iver ever blogged about. lmao#i also skipped on things like. cool machinery i like or how products are WORSE now days. even tho. djjhdbfj. if i have to talk to a#less known person i would consider those like. safety topics. dgjhdf#if u wanted to be really vague i could to a tangential daisy chain all themed around the colour blue. ofc.
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