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In Case You Didn’t Know Part 1
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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You
Summary: Jake and Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Mason (you) have been best friends since diapers. You’ve been there for each other every step of the way; middle school bullies, broken hearts, baseball games, grad school and the Navy. Jake’s shaken to the core when a mission goes south and he takes his medical leave at home, knowing you’re the only thing that’ll make him feel okay again.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI-this chapter doesn’t contain smut but future ones will, discussions of death and cancer, swearing, etc.
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Jake always thought the whole ‘life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die’ saying was bullshit.
But as his jet plummets toward the ground and smoke fills the cockpit, he realizes it’s true; with one exception.
Every memory features you.
The engine failure alarms serve as the background music to each one that flies by. On the first day of kindergarten when you took his hand to lead him inside because he was too scared to go in alone. Being each other’s first kiss the night before Becca Wilson’s birthday party since seven minutes in heaven was rumored to happen. The relieved smile when you found out you were allowed to play on the boy’s high school baseball team since there weren’t enough girls for softball. How you blushed at his whistle when you walked down the stairs in your prom dress. The way you melted when he handed you the black lab puppy you wanted so badly after grad school but couldn’t afford. Finally, the heart-wrenching sobs as he held you when cancer stole your mom 6 months ago. He never wanted to hear it again.
Will you cry like that if he dies?
“No,” he mutters, picturing your tears, your devastation.
Is it better or worse that you don’t know he’s in love with you?
“Hangman, I need you to eject,” your voice whispers.
His brow furrows. You’ve never called him by his callsign.
“Charlie?” He mumbles, unconsciousness fighting to pull him under.
“HANGMAN! EJECT!” Rooster screams, pleading over the radio.
He snaps out of it and adrenaline pumps through his veins when he sees the ground rapidly approaching.
Everything goes black when he pulls the ejection handle.
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“…recovery is at least 12 weeks. We’ll get you transferred to NHCP-“
“No. I’m going home,” Jake interrupts the doctor. He hates everything medical; between the needles, blood, fluorescent lighting, antiseptic smells, he feels like he could crawl out of his skin.
“Lt. Seresin, you’re going to need a lot of assistance. Help showering, stairs are out of the question, you can’t drive, daily physical therapy-“
“I know. I’ll have help at home and I know a great physical therapist,” Jake says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion.
The doctor hesitates before resigning with a sigh. “Alright. I’ll get the write the orders and finish your discharge paperwork so we can get you out of here.”
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A loud crash from your front porch has you sitting straight up in bed with a racing heart.
The hair on your dog’s (named Cash, after the Man in Black himself) back stands straight up as he growls low in his throat.
You slip out of bed and pick up the baseball bat you keep by your bed before creeping down the hall behind your dog.
“Charlie? It’s me,” Jake groans through the door. Cash relaxes when he hears Jake’s familiar voice and his tail starts to wag excitedly.
You drop the bat and throw it open. “What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?!” You laugh, but it dies when you see him on the ground. “Oh my God, Jake! What happened?! Are you okay?!” You gasp, crouching to help him onto his back. Cash stays back, sensing something isn’t right.
“I lost my balance on the step trying to juggle my suitcase and these fucking crutches,” he grits out, trying to right himself.
“Leave the crutches. I’ll hand them to you once I get you up. On three, okay? 1,2,3,” you say, hoisting him to his feet. Well, foot.
But before you can hand him the crutches, he wraps you in a tight hug with a choked sob.
“Oh Jake,” you whisper, tears prickling in your own eyes. You’ve only seen him cry a handful of times, and never like this.
You rub soothing circles on his back, only releasing him when he finally relaxes. “Let’s get you inside and off that leg.”
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“You look like awful,” you observe as you get him settled on your couch.
“Thanks,” he grimaces when you elevate his foot.
“What am I working with here?” You nod to his cast.
“Fractured the 2 bones in my lower leg. Nothing else is broken, I’m sore everywhere and my shoulders are pretty bruised too, but I was lucky.”
“You had to eject,” you conclude when he pulls his collar to show you the dark purpling.
“Yeah, in a heavily wooded area, hence the scratches on my face. I suppose it was a good thing though, slowed me down a little before I hit the ground.”
You bite your lip to stop the many questions on the tip of your tongue. He looks so exhausted, in pain, and not ready to talk about it yet.
“I’ll make us something to eat and I’m going back to sleep for a bit. You look like you could some too.”
He nods in agreement. “I haven’t slept in days…I just wanted to get home.”
“Well, now you are and can rest. I’ll be back in a few.”
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“Here, take these,” you hand him some over-the-counter pain meds and a glass of orange juice once he has some food in his stomach.
“Thanks, I’m sorry to drop in like this. I don’t-I didn’t think things through, I just needed to get out of that hospital-“
“It’s okay,” you interrupt, unable to watch him getting more and more anxious. “Really, Jake. You know I’m always here for you. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Charlie. So much,” he says, voice cracking. But he clears his throat and changes the subject. “This couch is amazing, but do you really need 50 pillows?”
You swallow the lump in your throat and roll your eyes. “Yes, I really do,” you say, smacking him gently with one of the said pillows before handing him the remote. “Wanna find something to watch while I throw these in the dishwasher?”
“Sure, thanks again.”
“Welcome,” you reply, ruffling his hair like you always have. It used to drive him crazy but now he relishes those touches.
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“Yessssss, Joe Dirt! I haven’t seen this in ages,” you say, throwing a blanket over him as you come back to the living room.
“We watched it last time I was home,” Jake says, giving you a look.
“Yeah, that was 5 months ago though,” you reply. Recalling why he was here.
Your mom had died early on a Tuesday morning. It was as peaceful as it could be when cancer ravishes someone so quickly. Cash was curled around your legs as you held one of her hands in yours, while Jake’s mom, Ruth held the other. Jake’s sister, Emma, played with the short hair that started to grow back when she stopped the chemo like she always did when she was little. Jake’s dad, Tom had a hand on her leg while he hummed ‘I’ll Fly Away’.
Jake’s family left once the funeral home took her body away after much convincing and reassuring that you were fine, and finally you could fall back into bed. That’s where you stayed for the next 18 hours until Jake found you, so empty and unlike yourself. He was on his way home when he found out Lisa had taken a turn for the worst, but she went downhill quicker than anyone expected. Your first tears fell as he climbed into bed and held you when the sobs wracked your body.
You’re not sure what strings he pulled but he stayed with you for 3 weeks. He helped you bathe and dry your hair the day of the funeral, making you smile when he said he couldn’t do make up. He held your hand at the service, and talked to everyone who approached to give their sympathies so you didn’t have to. He cleaned up her room, packed her clothes into totes, and arranged for the hospital bed to be taken away so you didn’t have to look at it.
“You could go years without watching it and be able to recite it by heart with how many times we’ve seen this movie,” Jake sighs dramatically.
“It’s my favorite. Can you blame me? Look at that mullet.”
“That’s what does it for ya? Maybe I’ll have to grow one,” Jake jokes, lifting his head as you sit down and resting back down on your thighs. Cash jumps up on the other side, resting his head between Jake’s and your stomach.
“Don’t tease me, you’ll turn me on with that visual,” you laugh. “Can you do the white-trash facial hair too? That combination? Phew! Panty dropping!”
He looks up from your lap and laughs for the first time since the accident.
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The tension leaves his body as your fingers run through his hair, and he’s asleep within minutes.
Your chest tightens as you look him over; the dark circles under his eyes, a cut under his chin has stitches that will need to come out soon, the purple bruising by his shoulders when you shift his collar, and his leg swelling above the cast.
Yet he’s as beautiful as ever. He’s always been attractive-cute as a boy, hot as a teenager but downright mouth-watering as a man. You started to develop feelings in high school and hoped when you went your separate ways after that those feelings would fizzle out, but they didn’t. They were always simmering on the back burner with the absence, rising to the top with every reconciliation and boiling over when he took care of you 6 months ago.
You aren’t sure how Jake feels. He’s always been a flirt but sometimes you catch the heat in his eyes and the way he reaches for you before catching himself. As much as you long to find out, you aren’t willing to risk ruining your friendship.
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Jake’s choking, panicked gasps wake you a few hours later.
“Jake, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead before you think better of it.
His eyes fly open and his panicked gaze meets yours. Cash comes over and nudges Jake's hand with his nose, whining until Jake puts his hand on his head.
“Take some deep breaths with me. In…one, two, three. Hold…one, two, three. Out…one, two, three. Good Jake, again.”
You repeat it until his breathing regulates.
“Charlie, we need to talk. I need you…r help.”
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A/N: I think this is the first thing I’ve written without smut. Don’t worry, it’s coming. Sorry this was a little short, but it felt like a good stopping point.
Fun fact: Joe Dirt is the movie my husband and I watched the first time we hung out (back in 2009 🥴)
Every interaction is appreciated but I really like hearing what you think ☺️ Especially since this is the first time I’ve written something not based around smut haha.
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When the little lesbian in your watch appears to ridicule you in front of the people you pay to laugh at your jokes and validate your trauma
#oh by the way Lyla is gay#in case you didn't know#source: me and Margo#spiderman#atsv#spider man#marvel#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara#miguel o hara
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LISBON, July 28 (Reuters) - Portugal's famed street artist, Bordalo II, has broken into a Lisbon venue where Pope Francis will celebrate a mass next week and rolled out a huge carpet of oversized banknotes to criticise how much the state has spent on the event.
Francis will travel to Lisbon from Aug. 2-6 to attend the World Youth Day global gathering of young Catholics, which is expected to bring together hundreds of thousands of pilgrims.
Bordalo II, known for his political art pieces often made from garbage, shared pictures and videos of the carpet, featuring humongous 500-euro ($551) notes, being rolled out down the venue's stairs on Thursday in a protest he described as the "walk of shame".
"At the time when many people are fighting to keep their homes, their work and their dignity, millions worth of public funds have been invested to sponsor the (papal) tour," the artist, whose real name is Artur Bordalo, wrote on Instagram.
Official estimates in January showed the event would cost 161 million euros, to be paid by the government, the Catholic Church, the city council of Lisbon and nearby Loures.
A number of public figures and politicians have criticised the Portuguese state for its share of the expenditure, which the government put at 30 million euros in January, as millions of Portuguese face galloping inflation.
Earlier this year, heavy criticism forced the Lisbon city council to cut planned spending on an altar for Francis to celebrate a mass to 2.9 million euros from over 5 million euros.
Asked about Bordalo II's carpet, Lisbon Mayor Carlos Moedas told reporters the artist used his voice to express his concerns and that such protests were normal for these events.
#in case you didn't know#Bordalo II is the great-grandson of one of the Bordallos (don't remember if Rafael or Columbano)#that's why he uses the 'the second' thing#he's an exceptional artists in my opinion#portugal#news#world youth day
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It's so jarring seeing Vanitas in normal gloves. Where are his claws??
#this picture is from the teaser for the new chapter that just went up on the gangan joker twitter#in case you didn't know#vnc#vanitas no carte#vanitas my beloved#vnc spoilers#vnc 58#jokes#ID in alt text
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will i ever know peace
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Winterfest arrived and it was yet another excuse to get 🫧JUicEd🫧
Oh, and Jack still has daddy issues.
✅ Get juiced every holiday: 3/8
Spring Cleaning | Love Day | Springfest | Summerfest | Spooky Day | Harvestfest | Winterfest | New Year’s Eve
#in case you didn't know#Jack is father winter's son :D#poppy had no self control and woohooed santa#ah yes good times#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#ts4 mm#Holiday Legacy#New Year Gen
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Idk if I've ever said it but I adore the way Sky Flaherty makes Albert talk out of the side of his mouth
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I beg of you, women. PLEASE. DON'T PULL ME INTO YOUR BOOBS. I DON'T WANT THIS. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A BRA ON. PLEASE. WEAR A BRA. PLEASE. DON'T PULL ME INTO YOUR BOOBS. WE'RE IN PUBLIC. THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE. IT'D BE INAPPROPRIATE IN PRIVATE. PLEASE, I AM A MINOR. AND EVEN IF I WASN'T IT'D STILL BE VERY WEIRD. I DO NOT NEED TO BE PULLED INTO YOUR BOOBS. PUT A BRA ON. I BEG OF YOU. DO NOT DO THIS.
#i am a woman too but omgoodness#please#i beg of you#is there a story behind this#maybe#important#in case you didn't know#important info#do not do this#storm rants#storm rambles#creatively_storm
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In Case You Didn’t Know
Jake and Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Mason (you) have been best friends since diapers. You’ve been there for each other every step of the way; middle school bullies, broken hearts, baseball games, grad school and the Navy. Jake’s shaken to the core when a mission goes south and he takes his medical leave at home, knowing you’re the only thing that’ll make him feel okay again.
*Just like everything else I write/post, this is for 18+ only—MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain adult themes (smut) and language.
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Also-thank you to @lexixstewart for the idea! I hope I do it justice 🤞🏻
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whispers ominously
...Flame's Desire in three days ...
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[Child left in a car, feat. LQR]
Jiang Cheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi
Modern AU + cw: child neglect
13-05-2021
[#jiangcheng modern]
(cw: child neglect)
jfm feels 100% like the kind of parents that would either forget jc in the car while he goes shopping /or/ leave him there saying he won't take long (then proceed to take an hour). Like, as if he was forced to take jc with him, but he doesn't want to deal with him inside the store so he just leaves him in the car.
Then one day he does just that, saying he will only grab a couple of things jyl asked for to prepare dinner (spoiler alert, he won't take only 5 minutes). He ends up taking /way/ longer, mostly because he receives a work call and ends up distracted by it.
It is a rather hot day, the keys are not in the car to open the window a bit and jc cannot open the door because of one of those child locks on the back doors.
but young jc trust his dad to come back soon, waving some weak hello to a teen passing by the car.
the teen looks a bit troubled by the encounter, especially when he sees no adults in the car and that said car isn't working either. not to help, the poor kid looks a bit red. "shushu, I think there's a child lock in the car" stop the young man, looking back at his uncle.
lqr turns to look at lxc, only to approach and see for himself, the young boy not looking so great despite his smile. He straightened up, looking around to see if anyone is coming their way, wondering for how long exactly this child had been there.
he quickly asks the jc how long he has been in the car, although his answer isn't really precise (jc doesn't have the time). yet he assumes from his answer it must have been a while now. He would try to look quickly for the guardian, but the parking lot connects to many businesses and it would take too much time. So he decides to contact the authorities, told him someone should be on their way now to help him.
the two boys slowly see their usually composed and calm shushu starting to worry and be a bit restless, looking around to see if anyone is coming their way. It has already been easily 10 minutes since they got to this car and no one came.
The boy state is clearly declining and the heat of the day plus the sun hitting directly on the black car doesn't seem to help. The situation is starting to be dangerous and whoever is on their way to help won't get there in 30 sec.
"A-huan, go get a water bottle please," he says as he passes his wallet to the teen who quickly runs to the grocery store to do as instructed. "A-Zhan, stand back a little please," he asks his nephew, quickly doing the same for the boy inside the car.
He breaks the window of the driver, quickly unlocking the doors so he can pull the poor boy out of the oven that had become the car. Soon the teen is back with water bottles, lqr making sure jc is drinking and slowly cooling down. He waits with his two worried nephews, clearly annoyed at such neglect from a guardian. Who leaves a child in a car without anyone with them? Even more on such hot days without even leaving the window cracked open?
jfm joins them not too much before the authorities, confused and angry to notice his window was smashed, only to hear his son call out to him clearly from /outside/ the car.
He turns around to see what is going on, only to freeze when he sees jc clinging to a water bottle, sitting on the ground with two other boys while an older man starts to stand up.
and he recognises him.
he's one of jyl teachers.
lqr is the more angered by this man who he had already noticed some neglect, trying to stay calm. He doesn't really have the time to say anything before the police arrive and they have to all settle it with them. lqr nearly doesn't want to let that poor child go back with such a neglectful man.
years later, when life happens to make them meet again since lqr is still a teacher, he is angered again to learn from jc that this was /not/ the first time his dad had done such a thing, but it had also not be /the last/.
From there lqr takes it upon himself to try and take care of jc.
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don't mind me having such an idea, brought to you by Morgan who was confused to see police in the parking lot when I got to work, only to learn it was because a child was stuck in a car (not left there by the guardian, the mom had accidentally locked her kid and her keys inside the car, she immediately contacts the police (who were luckily really close) who broke the window for her. the child was stuck in the car for not even 10 min)
anyway, does it show jfm is not one of my fav characters?
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#tweet archive#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#jiang cheng#lan qiren#modern au#child stuck in a car#lan qiren save the day#we do not stan jfm in this house#in case you didn't know#cw child neglect
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every time I don’t post any writing for a while I think no one will care about anything I post or that I’ve somehow lost my skills or creative ability… and then I see my drabble I posted 21 hours ago has over 400 notes and I’m just reminded how amazing y’all are and how appreciative and grateful I am that there’s still people that like the destiel content I create and share. thank you endlessly 💜
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Please help. I need a bit of constructive criticism.
I'm currently thinking about writing a novelization of HPMA with my MC, and today I shared this opening that I whipped up in ten minutes with my creative writing class. Any suggestions to refine it?
Hello. My name is Elliott. Well, that’s not my real name, but who cares? I’ve always been a bit of an oddball.
In primary school, I was considered to be the “weird girl”, even though, one, my social skills are naturally horrible, two, I don’t want to be called a girl because I’m transgender, and three, I can make odd things happen without even trying.
One time when I was being chased by classmates, as per usual, I immediately found myself in a tree, away from them. It was scary. I don’t even know how I did that.
Primary school was pretty hard that way, and my only friend was my little sister Lilli, who was born when I was five. Oh boy, it was scary thinking about what could happen after my last day of the fifth grade.
#harry potter magic awakened#hpma#magic awakened#hp magic awakened#hpma mc#please help#feedback welcome#feedback needed#novelization#creative writing#my writing#elliott buchls#elliott#he's autistic btw#in case you didn't know
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Forever ✊🥲
Increasingly Common W from Paizo
#open dnd#pathfinder#paizo publishing#wizards of the coast#fuck wotc#ogl 1.1#in case you didn't know#Paizo is making its own OGL (called the ORC)#in collaboration with a bunch of other small publishing companies#and theyre putting it in a trust#so even if they get bought out the new open license is protected#dnd#dungeons and dragons
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