#hepunished

[soulessmary]

@hepunished​ asked for a starter !

COOL WIND BLEW AGAINST WARM FLESH. A lovers caress in the summer heat. Sweat slid down her temple as Will lay in wait, searching for her target. The hit was promising, as was the reward. She could always use a bit of spare cash.

Turquoise eyes drifted to her notes, cataloging the wind speed, and her plotted course for the bullet to travel. They’d be crossing her path within the half hour. What people didn’t understand was half the battle of being a sniper was waiting. Always waiting.

A car rumbled in the distance, ears perking in interest. Will Tyler peered down her scope, searching for the source. A jeep. Her target. 

Cock her gun, taking aim, Will waited. Breath was even, measured. Her finger hovered over the trigger, preparing to press. Before she could pull, though, an IED ripped through the air, startling the sniper. “Shit,” she muttered, hauling up her gun and packing her equipment up in a rush. Eyes roved over the sight, looking for who else was after her target. So much for the money.

[epeolxtry]

@hepunished​ a lil somethin’ somethin’ from maria

Splintered wood grinds against each other in a creak as the window to the fire escape is pushed open, letting in the frigid night air. Maria doesn’t turn to look because she doesn’t need to, it was a habit formed enough that she knew to expect it. To expect him. 

It’s silent but for the heavy fall of his footsteps and the tap of her knife hitting the cutting board as it gets through the carrots. If Maria were to close her eyes, she could almost imagine a life long gone. Where he’d come through the front door, where she would be cooking for four instead of one. 

“ I heard on the news they found the bodies of half a dozen Kitchen Irish down off of forty-second. ”

[wdova-archive]

“WELL,  THIS  IS  AWKWARD.  I’M  NOT  GOING  TO  DROP  IT.“  and  he  is  not  going  to  drop  it  either.  that  much  is  clear.  the  widow  stares  through  hazel  greens  at  the  man  before  her.  it’s  very  rare  to  find  someone  else  on  her  own  job.  at  the  same  time  that  is.  “who  sent  you?“  she  asks  with  ease  but  a  stern  tone.  if  it  was  the  same  client  as  she  got,  then  perhaps,  this  was  more  of  a  competition  of  who  gets  to  the  target  first.  “no  man  works  freelance.“  russian  accent  slips  through  as  she  points  toward  the  man’s  own  guns.    @hepunished​ ​

[labyriinths]

@overlooksouls​​ Midnight Visitor continued- Frank & Beth

THERE WAS SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND UNIQUE ABOUT BETH THAT HE COULDN’T EXPLAIN. there were certain instant connections and the amount they had talked after sex, and everything proved there was something special between them. it was like knowing her for years rather than a couple hours. there were few people he connected on such an emotional level with he could nme them on one hand, maybe two. when all was said and done with amy and billy and he was left to figure out his life again he ended up back in this town. it had been the first stop to mean something, and despite the wave of problems he found it mattered and it stuck with him.

he couldn’t explain what brought him here and he wasn’t even sure if she would open the door or not. he wasn’t her boyfriend, he was a stranger from the bar. he was a one night stand that had lingered and become a day with her and her son, then another night that hadn’t ended the same unfortunately. she had to have felt it too though, right? the obvious attraction. this idea like maybe he’d known her in some other life despite the fact that he didn’t really believe in that sort of thing. he used to be a church going man with his parents but he lost his faith a long time ago. didn’t see himself regaining it.

frank shifted as his hands buried in his jacket after knocking on the door and waiting, in all honesty he didn’t even know if she was awake or not. she could be out for all he knew. he pressed his lips together looking off behind him as he waited for her to answer or not answer. as the door opened his head turned back and he took a slow step backwards to give her some space as he stood there and gave a faint smile. she looked good honestly. like she was healing good and at least she was home right? way easier to sleep in your own bed. he shifted his jaw and exhaled a bit as he looked to her, “hey…” he spoke honestly as he looked at her and breathed in slowly. “i wasn’t sure you’d want to see me. not really sure if comin’ back was a good idea but uh….well…” he shrugged a bit as he pulled his hand from his pocket and rubbed his finger against his bottom lip slowly. “am i interruptin? i can come back. you know. i just wanted to make sure you were good….”

Beth's eyes softened realizing how they both seemed to be tiptoeing around each other. A particular kind of dance, almost like they were fighting instinct. She'd felt that way the moment she met him. Second-guessing her decisions-- since she was never this open with anyone this quickly. Let alone a stranger. But her instincts felt right. It was refreshing to lead with feelings rather than thoughts. Her soul felt as if she'd met him before. Kindred spirits orbiting each other. Waiting for a moment to collide again. Even after what happened at the bar, their connection seemed to be unparalleled.  

Of course, she wanted to see him again.  But was that even in the cards for them? Beth had hoped it was. Hair hanging loosely before her, she opened the door wider. An intimate but honest smile playing on her lips. "Of course I wanted to see you. Come in." she moved aside so he could enter. She closed the door behind him with a lock, and lead him away from the living room, into the kitchen so they could speak more freely.  “My shoulder’s healing nicely. We were just watching Golden Girls, when he fell asleep.” 

Beth glanced over at him. Rex seemed to be completely knocked out while the next episode of Golden Girls started to air. Beth couldn't help but smile about the turn the evening had just taken. She'd been thankful to finally have a peaceful night at home with her son after being in the hospital for so long. Then Frank arrives, and in a way, it put some of her concerns at ease that he'd made it out okay. Even if he did mention he seemed to be good at that sort of thing. He was quite wily and quick to react.

While Beth had her own go of a rough decade (nowhere near Frank's it would appear) she learned to adapt as well. All the while making sure to not fuck up being a mother. She'd chosen to keep Rex back then. Not once looking back at that decision with regret. He had filled a part of her she'd been neglecting for a long time. Extending a part of herself wasn't easy. But seeing the world through his eyes? Having him listen to the music that breathed life into her soul and seeing him experience it the way she did? Beth would make every fucked up decision that led her to have him. Each and every time. No fame or career could ever match up to that.

Almost like a routine, Beth took two beers out and set them on the counter. Offering him a fresh one, while she moved her shoulders back a little since it was starting to hurt again. Nothing big, just part of the process of healing. "Is it over?" she asked curiously. Feeling as if she already had the answer, but unsure if this was just another goodbye. They seemed to be pretty good at those lately.

[belovatm]

@hepunished​​     said     “  healing  is  not  linear,  but  it’s  always  moving  forward.  ”

YELENA  STAYS  SILENT  FOR  A  COUPLE  SECONDS,   UNREADY  TO  LET  HERSELF  ACKNOWLEDGE  SUCH  EXPOSING  CONCEPTS.     even  so,   the  words  let  her  breathe,   even  for  a  moment.     it  almost  seems  like  the  woman  won’t  be  responding,   but  she  does.     eventually.          “  it  seems  to  be  stagnant,   too  often.  ”          she  mumbles.          “  but,   always  moving  forward  .  .  .     that’s  a  comforting  thought.  ”

[labyriinths]

@hepunished​ time jump [x]

Beth was finally back in the comfort of her home. Nothing like five days in the hospital to make you appreciate your humble abode.  Rex had fallen asleep on the couch with her. Poor kid. He’d been trying to stay awake as long as he could, and she loved every bit of it. What she’d done had been risky. Normally it wasn’t like her to do that, at least not now as a parent. Rex already lost one of his parents, she didn’t want him to grow up without her too. But, it’d been the right thing to do. 

Even now, she was still leading by feeling, knowing there were no guarantees. As much of a wreck that night had been at the bar, her instincts had been right. If Frank was really all that bad, he wouldn’t have shown up at the hospital. She hadn’t expected that. By doing so, he’d put himself in more danger of possible exposure. That part had been clear to her, and she hoped she’d see him again after he had to disappear again. There were still so many things they didn't know about each other. But did it any of that really matter? She learned a long time ago you could know a person for years, and they could still disappoint you. As mysterious as Frank was, he always felt sincere. That alone was enough for Beth to gamble with. Trust was a big thing to her. With or without the challenges, that felt like a good running start.

The volume on the tv rose once the commercial break started--she hated when it did that. They’d been watching a late night marathon of Golden Girls. Her guilty pleasure. Leaning over to pick up the beer she’d been drinking, she took a small swig before setting it back down. Beth still had stiches on her shoulder, but it didn’t hurt as much as it did before. There was some weird commercial about dealerships, when she heard a wrap at the door. She checked her watch and noticed it was late, not entirely expecting anyone at this time. Picking up Rex’s head a little so he wouldn’t wake up, she moved a pillow so he was more comfortable. She wrapped the loose sweater she was wearing tighter around her as she went towards the door. Looking through the side of the window, her breath caught. Quietly unlocking the door, she opened it for him. “Frank.” she opened the door wider for him. “Wasn’t sure I’d see you again.”

[careol-arc]

@hepunished​​

     emotions   had   gotten   the   better   of   her.      still   torn   up   over   rick’s   stupid   decision.      HOW   COULD   HE   DO   THAT   TO   HER?      how   could   he   kick   her   out   without   even   TALKING   with   the   council?      he’d   given   up   that   role   as   leader   and   left   it   to   the   group   as   a   whole.      NOW   he   decides   to   take   back   the   reins?      it   had   her   frustrated,   even   two   days   later.      wasn’t   easy   being   on   your   own   after   living   your   ENTIRE   LIFE   dependent   on   someone   else.      she   was   a   survivor   now,   FULLY   CAPABLE   of   making   it   in   this   world.      it’s   just…      did   she   really   want   to   ALONE?      those   thoughts   and   the   tears   that   followed   had   distracted   her   from   her   surroundings,   enough   to   miss   the   signs   of   OTHER   LIFE.      but   a   gun   clicking   behind   her   sobers   her   up,   and   she   doesn’t   even   have   to   look   back   to   know   that   its   pointed   RIGHT   AT   HER.      ❝   i   don’t   have   anything.   ❞      spoken   quietly   as   arms   raise   in   surrender.      she   will   not   turn   around,   for   she   doesn’t   want   to   risk   being   SHOT   IN   THE   FACE.