#jw- the lawyer

[iovesia]

Keanuverse as dads? :3 i think jw would be such a girl-dad !!

content : fem!reader. dad au. fluffies. & angst. brief mentions of abuse (not from keanuverse guys).

john wick — most definitely a girl dad! he would spoil your little girl to pieces. any barbie, dollhouse, dress, bows she wants? she gets! on valentine's day, he brings flowers for you and your daughter: his two special ladies ♡ he'd be hesitant to be strict / discipline her because of his own traumas. growing up in the ruska roma where he'd be whipped or beaten for a single mess up— he's so worried about projecting on his babygirl :(

the two of you sometimes argue about this: you wanting to be the fun-parent for once, and john's reluctance to be bad-cop sometimes. eventually he realises he can't let your daughter act out whenever her spoiled little self wants to. he's very gentle parenting coded (in a good way).

he feels so guilty he can't spend more time with you and your child. if he's still in the assasin world by the time you have a kid, he's always keeping tabs on you, or making the two of you stay at the continental for his piece of mind. winston and charon are more than happy to have you and your daughter stay in the nicest room available (they're the fun uncles!). he of course brings back gifts for you two!

great dad vibes: solid 9/10.

john constantine — oh my word .. this one's complicated. i don't think constantine would ever explicitly want kids / not want kids (he says he hasn't thought much about it). but soon enough, he greatly underestimates how much work it is to raise a child.

he's naturally a very detached person, and like most parents he'd be very stressed around the baby / toddler stage. you almost have to scold him when you catch him taking a smoke break for the fourth time in a day.

he loves his child obviously, but having not grown up with the most affectionate parents, i think he just doesn't realise how much TLC your little rascal needs. so he shows his love for your kid by at least spending time with them or teaching them stuff. constantine and you are definitely blessed with a wild child. a kid with a taste for mischief. (gets it from constantine .. obvi).

you often find constantine and your child sat together in the living room, and he's showing off explaining some cool gear or legends about his escapades. your child just giggles, asking for more! more stories! it makes your heart warm seeing your child curled up against his side, and you see that rare grin on constantine's face.

decent dad vibes: 7/10.

kevin lomax — i'm gonna be so for reals ... him having a kid with you is like 70% for image sake and 30% out of genuine desire for a kid. he loves the little guy! definitely .. just make sure he smiles when the cameras are pointed at him. like john, he's working like 24/7 and is the typical rich-dad-absent-father archetype.

it's mainly you doing a lot of the disciplining and parenting, while he's kind of the fun dad who takes everyone to disney. kevin has a lot of connections and would be so excited if your kid expressed even an inch of interest in being a lawyer. nepo baby era for your kiddo.

as physically absent as he is— nobody fucks with his kid! he's still protective over his family (ehem.. his image). if your child ever pulls some crap in school, kevin's gonna be in the principal's office, pulling that typical "we'll sue you and this damn school" bullshit. and with the devil on his side, you know damn well he'll win 😭

.. better than milton at least: 6.5/10

send me more thoughts!

#love letters. #dad au #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #john wick x reader #john constantine x reader #kevin lomax x reader #john wick fluff #john constantine fluff #*⠀john wick. #*⠀john constantine. #*⠀kevin lomax.

[macrotiis]

Growing up as an ex jehovahs witness is so wild, like you think it's just an ordinary religion, a bit overly dedicated but otherwise standard fundamentalist Christianity.

You start to question & you start to realise they are really anti-education as part of their belief system bc they believe the end is coming. Instead, they encourage people to take up trade jobs.

"We won't need lawyers or doctors in the new system" they will say as their reasoning, because they believe after Armageddon, Jehovah God will reign supreme as law of the land & everyone will be immortal on earth with no illness.

But what you don't know is that the organisation that runs the religion is a real estate company with billions in assets.

They regularly buy up land & send in JWs to do what's called a "quick build" where together the whole congregation will build a "kingdom hall" (church) over one weekend. They don't need to hire any builders bc they already insentivise everyone to be builders by occupation. They will move congregations around & sell off old kingdom halls for a profit.

It's basically just a rly stupidly elaborate way for some old cunts in NewYork to make money off of free labour.

Anyway, this is why I'm a marxist now.

#i know this sounds like a conspiracy but i assure you its 100% true #ex jehovah's witness #ex jw

[saengak]

oh no!!! the police arrested your fav jw blorbo and now they’re on trial</3 you’re their lawyer!! go and make a quick defense!!

Me, clutching Koji's body and sobbing uncontrollably: y-your honour, he's dead, you can't put him on trial!

Akira, somewhere in the courtroom: *stabs Caine*

Everyone screaming, courtroom falls into chaos, judge gets escorted out by court security -

I drag Koji out of the courtroom unnoticed and turns out he's just pretending to be dead... >:3 hehehe

#asks #koji shimazu #john wick 4 #john wick 4 spoilers #evren-sadwrn

[wandasaura]

Is wandanat + duckling the prof story jw not trying to be rude lmao

wandanat + duckling is the lawyer series

#yail: asks #a: anon #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ

[at-wicks-end]

you were hired as a lawyer for ur favorite jw character!! quick!! make a defense!!

YOUR HONOR HE’S DONE NOTHING WRONG LOOK AT HIS PRETTY BROWN EYES

“but he murdered—“ AND? HE LOOKED GOOD WHILE DOING IT

#john wick <333 #asks #hes so babygirl #hes my darling i love him so much

[tiffanylamps]

just realised (or connected the dots) that when han juwon says that those who’re connected to the case shouldn’t handle it, dongsik agrees becuz the reason why the killer isn’t suspected is cuz he’s part of the close-knit village.

and dongsik understands this. and later on juwon understands that dongsik did understand that. which is why later on, juwon’s reflecting everything dongsik has taught juwon back to him, telling him “you’re too connected to this case. you’re too connected to the people connected to this case. you’re not suspecting the right ppl”

and mf gives him a list of ppl to suspect.

i love their dynamic so much

OKAY!! Tell me to shut up now because this is one of my favourite parts of Joo Won's character!!

Despite how rigid Joo Won is - spine-wise and in terms of his moral compass - he still manages to be a very adaptable person. I think it's one of the things that many of the other characters in the show don't expect from him, which causes them to underestimate his intentions and misinterpret his actions. Some of these characters are Han Ki Hwan, Lee Chang Jin, Chief Jung Cheol-Mun, Oh Ji Hwa and Kwon Hyuk to a certain extent.

Episodes 3, 4, 5, 6, 10, 12, 13, and 16 (there might be more) follow the theme of one being too emotionally connected to the case at hand. Whether that be Dong Sik with Min Jeong and Yu Yeon or Joo Won with his father. But the topic is first probably introduced in Episode 3. Episode 3: Joo Won and Dong Sik have been asked to give a statement after they found Min Jeong's fingertips, so Dong Sik can be dismissed as a suspect (which Joo Won realises straight away and states out loud for the audience). DS: Your office is big enough. Why are we here? JW: She's doing this for you. A cop is only human. She knows how people will think of you with the recent case. The first thing Ji Hwa asks in this scene is are you okay? She hasn't entered this situation as a police officer, which is something she struggles with throughout the entire show. [Side note: Joo Won and Ji Hwa oftentimes share the exact same beliefs about how to approach their jobs. They believe a cop is a cop and no one is above the law BUT the law sucks. They both express these opinions in different ways throughout the show, Joo Won with action and Ji Hwa with opinion. But obviously, they express themselves differently and we are meant to perceive them differently because of their age, gender, and their role within the narrative.] So, because of the traumatic thing that has happened, which she now has to investigate, she approaches the situation as a friend. Which, given the informal nature of the summons, I get BUTTTTT the issue with that is... They're police officers and this is an active missing person/murder investigation, of which, Dong Sik was the lead suspect in a similar cold case... So, the two of them sharing information willy-nilly in the investigation room is actually kind of unprofessional (in my opinion). When I first watched it, I agreed with Joo Won: Ji Hwa is too emotionally involved to be non-bias and Dong Sik shouldn't be given information (inside the interrogation room), it doesn't do well for the investigation... AND to give Joo Won credit, he did live with Prosecutor (Kwon Hyuk), so he probably knows the ways a lawyer can tear apart a case. This then poses a very interesting line of questioning. Joo Won states all the logical reasons why Ji Hwa and Dong Sik shouldn't be a part of the case: they were like family to Min Jeong, Dong Sik was once a suspect 20 years ago, and the formality of the questioning of a witness does not allow for the briefing of that witness. But then Dong Sik counters his argument with: What's wrong with that? Why can't detectives get their feelings involved? What's wrong with being like family to the victim? We want to lock up the bastard who did this to our family. What's wrong with that?

It's the whole reason he became a police officer. It's what he's spent 20 years doing!! HOWEVER, 3 years prior to the canon timeline, Dong Sik berated Lee Sang Yeob for having the exact line of thinking... and it influenced his actions, which lead to his murder.... (and considering how borderline suicidal Dong Sik is, are we stepping too far to assume that he doesn't care to come out of this whole experience intact/ alive??? Maybe, maybe not)

But Dong Sik knows where Joo Won is coming from because he's been in his shoes but he also knows that sometimes, you need emotions to get involved. Lee Yu Yeon and Kang Min Jeong don't have anyone to help them now... there's only Dong Sik left. So, when it's your family that is killing your family, you need those emotions to stop them/bring them to justice.

"To catch these monsters, we must become monsters." Dong Sik, episode 3

So, Joo Won thinks the police shouldn't investigate with their emotions. Dong Sik thinks they should. Out of the two of them, Joo Won is the hypocrite here. He approached his investigation of Dong Sik with nothing BUT emotion (despite how much he likes to pretend he didn't). Joo Won is responsible for Lee Geum Hwa's murder. She's a sex worker with no family in Korea, with no one to claim her body. So, incensed with folly and guilt, Joo Won investigates with emotion.

In episode 4, Dong Sik asks one of the most important (throwaway) questions of the whole series: “It’s a dangerous thing to become attached to someone. Don’t you think?”

The series shows us throughout that the answer is yes and no. It is dangerous but it is worth it.

Episode 10 Joo Won is one of my favourite versions of him. He took the time to digest his relationship with Dong Sik, he highlighted all the parts he didn't like and all the parts he did, he realised Dong Sik's language and decided to reapproach him speaking it. I don't care what anyone says, he's adaptable! It only took him a week to realise Dong Sik isn't the killer, it took a month for them to bring a 20-year-old serial killer to justice (although, you can't really give Joo Won credit for that), and it only took him 3 months to process whatever the fuck was going on between him and Dong Sik. Joo Won learned to speak Dong Sik's language by copying his actions. He planted the evidence (so the police would investigate Kang Jin Mook's suspicious death), he smiled at the camera so Dong Sik would know it was him, he made them dinner so Dong Sik would stay, he said the list of names to prove to Dong Sik 1) look I've been paying attention 2) I know you and I see you (he's a lil creepy) and 3) you've been blindsided by your trust. He doesn't want Dong Sik to make the same mistakes.

Plus... everyone should be a suspect. (that's the way i see it anyway)

Throughout the show, Dong Sik proves time and time again that there isn't much he'll do for those he loves. Plant evidence? Sure. Get himself arrested? Duh! Be a part of a plot to take down the Commissioner of the police? Piece of cake.

But Joo Won is just as willing and twice as reckless as Dong Sik.

So, if Dong Sik investigates with his emotions, Joo Won investigates with his whole heart. Because as soon as Dong Sik gains Joo Won's loyalty, there's not much Joo Won wouldn't do for him. Plant evidence? Sure. Voluntarily get arrested on live national TV? Duh! Promise to go to hell? Piece of cake. Go into a house with the knowledge that you could be murdered? Let's go!! Arrest your dad and your partner? (that one is a little harder)

(gosh he needs to chill)

So, Dong Sik asked: What's wrong with that? Why can't detectives get their feelings involved? What's wrong with being like family to the victim? We want to lock up the bastard who did this to our family. What's wrong with that?

He investigates with his emotions dictating his actions BUT like he says in episode 11:

Inspector Han, it's my job to go berserk without thinking about the consequences. You can stick to just being you. Be calm and composed. That is your job.

Dong Sik knows, as does Joo Won and us, the audience, that Joo Won is not a calm and composed man. Out of the two of them, that's Dong Sik. He is the one that can compartmentalize his emotions and think these through before acting but he is very trusting, far too trusting for his own good. Whereas Joo Won is very analytical but he's impulsive and his emotions can make him sloppy and presumptuous.

But when they work together, they are able to keep each other in check and follow through.

So, to answer Dong Sik's question Why can't detectives get their feelings involved? The answer the show gives is that Joo Won is right: A cop is only human. So, yes, they can but they need their partner to keep them in check.

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Thank you for sending this ask! I absolutely adore this aspect of their dynamic as well. So I decided to agree with you by writing way too many words and include beautiful gifs. I went a little off-topic but I hope what I'm trying to say correlates with your point and furthermore, makes sense. I hope you have a great day!

#(thank you to everyone who makes gifs. love you <3) #(this is sloppy but we get what i'm trying to say) #i'm ignoring the institutional corruption storyline for the sake of my point #the babies work best when they're working together #you could say they're two sides of the same coin.... #beyond evil analysis #jtbc beyond evil #jwds #han juwon #han joo won #lee dongsik #beyond evil meta commentary #answered

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 16 - fue mejor

Marc Spector/Steven Grant(Jake Lockley?) x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

⚠️ 18+!! | 6k Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst/Smut | AU/AT |

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, prison/kidnapping/murder mention, heavy Jake flirtation, alcohol, smoking, **I won’t be exhaustive with the smut warnings. All you need to know is Steven gets laid, unprotected p in v, jealous!Marc** mention of previous sexual encounter (hate!sex, respectfully) Safe travels!***

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"Desde la primera vez que me probaste Duro dejarte ir cuando lo haces así Te hace sentir bueno cuando me Tratas tan mal, tú Me diste más de lo que te pedí Told you "I'm ready," so why won't you let me?" -"fue mejor" by Kali Uchis

  The circle made with red marker on the calendar magnetized to the fridge beamed in Simone's eyes as she sipped her coffee. Every tool used to track days were marked the same, so she would remember as if one wasn't enough. 

The day had come much faster than she anticipated, and she was anxious as hell about it. Red circles on calendars signified important dates for Simone, and this was a date she had been dreading for the last three months. 

It was time for her quarterly visit to inmate JW-0290, John Walton. 

She only took Walton as her patient three years ago, once the psych who worked there realized the inmate needed one-on-one visits. That was when his lawyer called Simone, and she took the job, thinking a visit every three months wouldn't be so bad.

Every time she saw Walton, she left with a feeling of unease. The man gave her the jeebies, and she soon realized that though he had committed a horrible crime, he didn't need to be in prison.

He needed to be evaluated by a team of doctors in a mental facility with around-the-clock treatment. Not just her on a quarterly visit. 

Simone took the final sip of coffee from her floral mug and sat it in the sink, heading out for the day. On red circle days, she never deviated from her routine, keeping everything in order from when she woke up to when she left the prison like it was the Ides of March. 

This included taking a cab to her destination instead of her car in case she needed a drink to calm her nerves afterward. There was never a time when she didn't need something stiff after meeting with Walton, so this also became part of the routine. 

She lit a cigarette the moment she stepped out of the heavy metal doors of her stonewalled building, but the cab she called soon came into view. She felt ready to tackle this and unprepared all at once, running through everything in her head nervously. 

Pen. Pad. Phone. Apartment key. Smokes. Wallet. 

Everything she needed was on her person, so she was ready to head out. Upon opening the door to the cab, she slipped into the backseat and smoothed out her gray dress pants upon placing herself into the leather cushion. 

Before Simone could speak, she looked up and saw a familiar face in a newsboy cap turn to greet her. The last time she saw the men who shared this face was during a moment of weakness a week before after receiving a come hither text and feeling a need for an orgasm that wasn't caused by her own hand. She had not seen or spoken to them before that, not since their fight, and hadn't seen or spoken to them since the random booty call. 

She missed them but couldn't express it, even if it seemed immature and petty.

Seeing Jake was not on the agenda today, just like seeing Marc or Steven wasn't. It nearly spooked her out of the seat her amble ass sat in. 

"Oh, what the hell." She said under her breath as soon as the face registered in her brain. A wide smile spread across the lower half of Jake's face, seeming genuinely happy to see her, having not seen her since the night they supposedly slept together. The night everything seemed to cave in around her.

"What's up, doll? Where ya headed?" He asked, seeming entirely unphased by her presence, unlike her. She provided the address, and the gears turned in Jake's brain as the location came to him. "The prison?" He ticked an eyebrow upward. 

"Work," Simone answered shortly. She wanted to keep things as professional as possible and make as little conversation with Jake as possible for fear of saying too much. She already couldn't bare to see his hopelessly handsome face. 

Jake nodded once and turned back around, putting the car in drive. "Ah, whatcha do?" He asked, peering at her from the rearview. He secretly hoped she hadn't told him before, and it slipped his mind. 

"I'm a psychiatrist." She answered, staring down at her rosy red fingertips. 

Ah, so she's a doctor. Jake thought before he took note of her unamused tone and inability to look at him. "Shit, did you tell me that already? I'm sorry." He apologized before she could give an answer to his question. She had to have told him that already, and that's why she wasn't too keen on looking at him. Simone expelled a nervous laugh,

"No, I haven't told you." She informed. 

An uncomfortable silence blanketed them as Jake tried to put together why her usual energy was suddenly low like it was. It had to be because they fucked, right? "Don't have to be so awkward, Chi-town. We only woke up next to each other one time." He finally spoke up, trying to bring the mood up a little.

From the rearview mirror, Jake saw a hint of a grin in the corners of her mouth. He was chipping away at whatever was bugging her; he just had to keep at it. She exhaled sharply and snickered, 

"It's not that. I'm just a little peeved that you know my name but keep calling me Chi-town." She said, finally bringing her eyes up to look at his in the mirror through her thick eyelashes. 

There she is. Jake thought. He took a second to admire the look before responding. "Sorry, Simone. See? I remembered!" 

"But you can't remember that beautiful night we shared?" Simone teased, followed by an eye-roll, genuinely amused by him.

So much for professionalism. She thought to herself.

Though it was clear she didn't remember either, Jake was surprised at her ability to crack a joke about the situation. It made him wonder what had her down in the dumps, to begin with. His mind wandered back to that night in the quiet, wishing he could conjure the memory and cursed himself for being unable to. What he could remember, however, was Simone calling him that name again, and a pinch of jealousy struck him.

That's right. Marc. The boyfriend.

"So, I'm guessin' I don't have to worry about that boyfriend of yours, eh?" He asked, wanting to confirm if he needed to quit while he was ahead to avoid any more complicated entanglements with a spoken-for woman. Exquisite or not, Jake had morals. 

"Nope. Not with him anymore." Simone answered, crossing one clothed leg over the other and directing her gaze out the window. She wasn't lying but needed to remind herself who she was speaking to. Even if the voice and eyes weren't identical to Spector's, the man still walked around in his skinsuit and had ties to the Egyptian god that terrorized her once-best boys.

"Bad news bears for him, lucky me though. Maybe you could refresh my memory of that beautiful night we had." Jake said, tuning his voice to make the line seem like a joke, knowing good and well he would have no issue if the opportunity arose now that he knew she was single. 

Simone could feel his eyes burning her from the mirror, prodding her to look at him. It was a good joke, a great one, even. It even garnered a laugh and a blush from her, which would have stopped his heart if he wasn't driving. 

"Pick your battles, Bronx." She replied, turning his hometown into a nickname as he did to her, meeting him in the mirror again without a second thought. His eyes were quick to dart to hers and go from warm-natured to dark, serious, and nearly lustful as they locked on to herself and refused to let go. 

"Sabes que mi nombre, muñeca." He growled, telling her: you know my name, doll and asserting that he caught her nickname. Jake wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for her affinity to call him everything but his actual name. He wanted to hear her say it, not Bronx, Marc, or anything else. 

The way Jake looked at her and the tone of his voice made Simone quake internally, and her throat dried up, every bit of liquid in her body falling lower. She uncrossed her legs and pressed her knees together as close as possible. She wouldn't show weakness, not today. 

"Sí, Jake." She said before snapping her eyes away from the mirror and back to the window. She gave him what he wanted without the expense of falling apart, and it was all she could spare today. 

It was music to his ears, though. 

The short ride that remained was silent and consisted of limited eye contact until they got to the guard gate of the prison." Welp, here we are." Jake announced, putting the car in park out of the way of entry so Simone could get checked in on foot. She felt her nerves return as she pulled money from her wallet and handed it shakily to him.

"Keep the change." She insisted, once again giving him way more than she owed. Jake held the money in his hand momentarily and turned halfway around in his seat,

"Can I get a kiss as a tip instead?" He asked, wagging his eyebrow to playfully entice her. She let out a similar snicker to before and shook her head,

"Not happening today." 

It was the answer he expected, even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear. Regardless, he wanted to see her again.

"Alright, well, we gotta stop meetin' like this, Chi-town. Gimme your number." 

Simone looked at the time on her phone and realized she needed to go, but figured she would entertain the man one last time. She pulled her notepad out of her bag with her pen, scribbled her personal number on the corner of a blank page, and tore the piece off, tucking it into his hand. "Gotta jet." She said quickly, opening the door to the cab.

Jake skimmed the phone number just as well as he did the money she paid him, marveling at how neat it looked. "Adiós, hermosa." He called out. He got one more good smile from her before she shut the door and took off toward the guard gate. 

In the most ungentlemanly fashion, his eyes drifted straight to her shapely ass in the gray dress pants she wore. Professional, tasteful, sophisticated, but thick as oatmeal.

Hate to see her go, but I love to watch her walk away. Jake thought to himself before finally pulling away from the prison. 

  Simone went through all the usual steps when getting past prison security: identification, shoes off, bag in the box, metal detector, then clear to pass. As always, she was accompanied by officer Bradley through the prison as they trekked to the block they held Walton on. He had highly thick eyebrows that clashed with his shiny, bald head and had a large build, but his voice didn't match his hardened look at all. 

"Your man's been in solitary. You caught him on a good day, luckily." The officer told her. She heard this nearly every time she came around, so she didn't know the difference between Walton's good days and bad. She supposed his bad days were what landed him in solitary. "I've got money bet he'll be back in there before the week's end."

"He's a sociopath, Bradley. He doesn't mind solitude, so it doesn't feel like punishment."

"Gotta follow protocol still, Doc. That's why you come around, though, I reckon. You'll get him out of our hair."

"My reports are only half the job. His attorney has to be the convincing one." 

They came upon a large metal door to a room with thick glass windows lined with wire. Simone's patient was inside, cuffed, and sitting at a table bolted to the floor. "As always, give us a shout if you need anything, doc." Officer Bradley said as he opened the visiting area for her to enter.

Clutching her pad and bag close, she walked in with steady breathing and her chin up as if the inmate could smell fear. He always looked exactly the same: receding hairline with gray patches, a lazy eye, scrawny but tall, and the worst teeth she'd ever seen. Still, he greeted her politely. 

"Morning, Doctor," Walton said with his heavily posh accent. Simone gave him a smile and good morning in return before placing her notepad in front of her and turning on the voice recorder app on her phone. She uncapped the plastic pen she kept specifically for these visits due to Walton being triggered by pen clicking, and thus began their session. 

  As if they had never left, Steven woke up in bed just mere hours after Jake drove Simone to the appointment. He scanned the room, stretched his limbs, then called out to Marc to see if he would answer. 

He didn't. It had been the same since he came out the week before to bring in Simone, and though her meeting them was nice, it was laced with her true intentions the second she walked through the door: she wasn't ready to fix things. She didn't know if it could be fixed. 

Simone slept with them, separately as always, but she and Marc exchanged words before he had her. Marc shut down again after that, thinking it would improve things, but it only caused him to miss her more. 

Of course, Steven also missed her and tried to introduce the conversation after they made love, but she had nothing to say. Marc didn't take kindly to this, unsure why she wouldn't help them figure out how to make it work. 

They tried on their own for two weeks and couldn't figure out anything to get a conversation going with Jake. He was completely closed off and unaware of them, just as they were of him. Everyone was in limbo, just like their relationship with Simone. 

It was a pretty heated argument, the kind you only get when two people love each other but can't stand to be around one another due to some sort of quarrel or irreconcilable differences. Simone said Marc and Steven lied, but Marc disagreed even though Steven apologized. The disagreement quickly became a power struggle that became what would only be described as hatesex. They were frustrated and took it out intimately. 

Then, Simone was gone again just as quickly as she came back. She was tired of fighting, and so was Marc, so he also left. This left Steven to try and figure things out on his own. 

Marc was in shambles, just as he used to be when they fought as kids. Only during those times was everything temporary. They would give each other the silent treatment for a few days and then return to it like nothing happened. They're adults now, so now it seems permanent. 

It felt like she was slipping through his fingers, and he thought she was in his grasp when he texted her, but he was wrong. Infatuation was a hateful thing, sometimes, and though he was happy to have her body, mind, soul, and everything in between under him that night, it felt dirty to let her leave after. Like they could do nothing but fight and use each other. 

They refused to wash the sheets because they smelled like her still. Kept her toothbrush in the bathroom. Dreamt of her. Day dreamt of her. Fucked their own hand at the thought.

It did make them feel good that she stopped by, at least. She could get another conquest if she wanted. She still chose to come over. This meant there was a chance. Steven wasn't going to let that pass him by. 

The decision to go to her apartment was his alone. Marc wanted to stay back, had it in his mind that she would come when she was ready, and feared bugging her would only further her disdain for him. He wanted Moni to miss him.

Last I checked, she was the one who left. Why are we even here? He thought as Steven knocked on the door. In a twist, they got Joyce, who looked like she had just arrived home. 

"Oh, Simone's not here-" Joyce cut herself off, squinting and studying his face to find something that told her the name of the person she was speaking to. 

"Steven. And I just wanted to see how she was doing." He told her, smiling nervously. Joyce snapped like she came to that conclusion herself,

"Yep, Steven, the gentle one." She said. Steven found it touching that she referred to him that way. Marc, on the other hand, wondered what he would be. "Simone's on her 'field trip' day." She added air quotes, "I'll let her know you came by, though." 

  After her session, Simone realized she was correct in getting a cab again: she needed a drink but decided to head home for it this time and shower. She pulled her phone out and called the company, then remembered the last couple of taxis she'd called. 

"Can I request to not get Jake Lockley this time?" She asked the man on the other end. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the banter, but she wasn't sure if she had the willpower to hold herself back upon seeing his face again.

"Lucky for you, Lockley's off the clock right now. Why? Need to file a complaint?"

"Oh, no, just keep running into the guy. Wanted to see if that was something I could do. Send whoever." 

They did send someone she'd never met or seen, which was refreshing. She enjoyed a decently quiet ride home, thinking of how the session went before her mind returned to the fact that Jake was off the clock. 

Does that automatically mean Marc and Steven are on the clock, so to speak? Probably not. Jake doesn't just pop out to drive his taxi and leave when he's done. He's gotta be up to more than that.

When Simone got home, she dropped her bag and let out an audible sigh to mirror how she felt: exhausted. 

"I take it, it went normal." She heard Joyce call out from the living room. Simone sauntered over to get her roommate in view,

"The man's not fit for a prison, but they won't listen to me. He has a laundry list of issues, but his clear-cut sociopathy should have been enough to send him to a facility instead of supermax. Maybe even The Raft... his lawyer failed him." 

"Are you excusing his behavior?" Joyce asked, playing devil's advocate. Simone snickered, thinking that would be an impossible task. The man was dreadful. 

"Absolutely not. It's not like Walton snapped one day and decided to kidnap those girls. He had it in him the whole time, but his brain needs to be looked at by a team, not just me. He has someone new on his prison hit list whenever I see him. Doesn't write it down. It's all memorized." She explained, sounding amazed. The man was polite, mild-mannered, and probably wouldn't draw much attention to himself in public on the outside.

"Are you on that list?" Joyce asked with a laugh. Simone spotted the bottle of tequila in the china cabinet on the far side of the room,

"You know I am. Every time I visit, he says I need to see him more." She shuddered, grabbing a crystal glass from the cupboard before walking to the cabinet. The thought crossed her mind as she realized she would have little time for her usual patients if she spent more time seeing the inmate. That would spell bad news. That would put more high-risks like Laura in jeopardy. "I need a drink."

She didn't like tequila much at room temperature, but she felt there wasn't any time to chill it. Joyce scooted to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, studying Simone as she poured the clear liquid into the glass. "You've been drinking a lot more lately. You alright?"

"I'm fine. Just keep thinking about a lot of things. Laura, mostly." 

"Go see her." 

"I can't. I can't shake the feeling her family doesn't want me there." She admitted, taking a good swig of the liquor and impressing Joyce by expertly keeping a straight face. There was a brief silence between them that was only interrupted by a sipping and gulping sound as Simone finished off the two fingers of alcohol before pouring another finger. Finally, Joyce spoke up,

"Steven came by after you." 

Simone put the cap back on the bottle slowly after hearing this, realizing it was the answer to her question to herself from earlier. 

"You sure it was Steven?" She asked. 

"The English one." She confirmed. Simone nodded quietly and took her glass to the loveseat next to Joyce's chair. "It was awfully sweet, actually. He just wanted to see how you were doing." 

"Yeah." Simone sat, placing the glass against her temple and silently staring into space. 

What a fuckin' sweetheart.

"You've got that look again. The 'I should call him' look." Joyce called her out. Simone removed the glass from her head, wishing the liquid was cold again so it would actually feel good on her face. 

"Shit, look who's playing psych now?" She said with a laugh. "What a fuckin' nightmare."

  As for the man himself, Steven sat in his flat, cross-legged on the floor, with a handheld mirror propped in front of him by a bunch of books he'd already read. He stared into it with intention, trying to summon this Jake fellow like he was Bloody Mary. 

Marc was the only one around, and he knew it. There would be no luck this time, not without Moni. He felt it in his bones.

"He's not gonna come out. We've tried this." Marc said, speaking to Steven through his reflection. Steven's neck went lax, and his head fell forward with a groan,

"Don't be a pessimist. It worked for us!"

"Because you started digging, I could snake my way into your consciousness. We can't do that with Jake if he believes he's the only one and isn't trying to fight for the body."

"So we would need Simone."

"Exactly."

They sat quietly for a moment before there was a slight knocking at the door. It was nearly too gentle for them to hear, and if they were still talking, they probably wouldn't have. 

Steven stood up and walked to the door, thinking having a visitor at this time of day was strange. He opened the door and, like he summoned her instead of Jake or Bloody Mary, Simone stood waiting. His heart nearly leaped from his chest.

"Hey, Stevie." She greeted him with a nervous grin. She was twiddling her thumbs, clearly regretting coming by now that she was actually here. Regardless, she was happy to see him, and the feeling was mutual. He stepped aside to let her come in, and she proceeded, looking around aimlessly at the clutter, trying to find something to focus on. "Joyce said you came by..." She started but trailed off when she turned to face him. 

Steven perked up, thinking his efforts wouldn't amount to her coming over. 

Maybe change is in the air. He thought to himself.

Marc, on the other hand, remained unconvinced. After their last interaction, he doubted they would reconcile so soon, though he wished they would. 

"I just wanted to check on you. A lot's been happening, and I'll do my best to help." Steven responded. Simone found him sweet, and Marc found him to be a suckup. 

She wasn't drunk, out of her mind, or anything that would impair her judgment. She just needed to feel his lips after the day she had. After all, he said he would do his best to help. She approached him steadily, not rushing or in desperation, but she got to him and interlocked her hands over his neck as she gently brought her lips to his. 

Simone's mind raced, still enjoying kissing and being around him, remembering why she refused to go to anyone else no matter how mad she was, regardless of whether she didn't plan on getting back on track with their relationship. They were adults, and her intentions, though devious, were clear. 

"Delightful. Undress and get on the bed, sweetheart." She said with a tender voice as she pulled from the kiss. Steven does precisely what he's told to do. First, the shirt, pants, and boxers, and then on the bed. He was sitting up with his legs straight out in front of him, waiting as she removed her own clothes. He watched, interested in her every move until he started to stroke himself. 

"Don't touch, Stevie." She demanded. Steven quickly moved his hand back to his side, realizing the error. 

"Sorry." He said with a slight blush. She placed her hand on his chest and guided him to lie back. 

"Just don't let it happen again, or I'll have to tie you up. Understood?" She told him, still holding her tender tone. Steven nodded,

"Yes, darling." He answered attentively. Simone found that Steven responds best to gentle authority. She takes extra care to do everything she does and says as delicately as possible to match his soft nature. 

As she watched his kind eyes, her clit ached like it was being teased, and yet she hadn't been touched yet. It was no wonder she took to the handsome man what felt like forever ago, just as well as he took to her. 

She straddled overtop of his painfully hard cock, allowing him only to feel the wetness between her folds as they blanketed him. This part always drove him nuts, her taking her time, but he knew he needed to resist her teasing.

Simone began slowly grinding against him, only moving slightly, but the friction, paired with how soaked she was, did enough for her. Steven, though enjoying himself, couldn't help but want to pick up the pace. He was impatient, needy even. He wanted to be inside her but knew that Simone would give him what he wanted when she was ready and if he was good.

Steven knew how to be good for her, yet his impatience got the best of him, and he gripped her hips and began pressing his pelvis into her harder, trying to get more of her to wrap around him. 

For Simone, though this felt fantastic, it simply wouldn't do. "Tsk, tsk, Stevie baby. You know better." She said, still gentle with her tone but harshly pushing on his chest to keep him steady. Steven immediately felt guilty for getting greedy and knew what came next. He lost his self-control, and he had to be restrained. 

She delicately took his wrists and lifted them above his head. She wasn't using force, but he knew he needed to be punished, so he allowed it to happen. She found the leather binds they kept attached to the headboard and put them around his wrists, making it nearly impossible for him to touch her now. 

"I guess I deserve this, yeah?" He asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her talk to him more. He loved her voice. Simone smiled down at him, making his heart flutter with her beauty. 

"Yes, you do. I was going to let your slip up before slide so you could touch me, too. I guess not now, hmm?" She said, finishing the sentence with a hum of pleasure as she continued rolling her hips. "I was going to let you put your hands all over me. You would have gotten to feel my tits," She continued, speaking more breathy now. Steven's eyes drifted closed, imagining it as she told and massaged her clit against him. "I would have let you hold my thighs, run your hands over my ass..." She trailed off as she watched him lose focus under her. 

Simone's wetness coated the underside of his cock, and the feelings and thoughts running through his head put him a few steps ahead of her. She knew he was having difficulty holding back even though he was trying his best to be her object of pleasure. She tested him a bit more. 

"You like it when I rub my pussy on you like this?" She asked him. Steven groaned at her words, thinking about how pretty she made those dirty words sound. 

"Yes, love." He answered, gritting his teeth. Simone picked up the pace a bit as she felt the fire build inside her, inching closer to orgasm as she watched Steven's face. He was apparently hanging on by a thread from the twitching of his thighs under her. He was ready to cum, and that simply wouldn't do. 

Simone lifted herself off him and sat at his side, examining the dribbles of precum leaking onto his belly. "You're too close, sweetheart. We can't have that." 

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He apologized, subconsciously pulling at the restraints, aching to have something on him again. She loved when he got like this. 

"It's okay. I know you can't. We'll just have to work on that, won't we?" She asked, implying what her next event was. Steven hated edging, but he hated coming too soon even more. He wanted Simone to use him as long as she needed to. Typically, when he can last until she comes one time, he gets rewarded with his own. 

Simone walked on her knees to the top of his body, gingerly running her fingers through his tousled hair. Steven stared lovingly at her, wishing he had her to do this all the time, hoping she would come home. To be closer to her again was something Steven pined for. He knew Marc also did, but god damn, was that man dead-set on making sure she crawled back first. 

"Ready?" She whispered politely. Steven nodded frantically, excited for what would come next. Simone gave him a long kiss on his forehead before she turned around and placed her left knee on his other side, backing herself against his stubble. She leaned forward in doing so and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in response to being touched again. 

Steven started rolling his tongue over her sensitive nub with delight, happy to make her feel good as she stroked him slowly with her hand. She sped up as he sped up, hoping that the other would get them across the finish line. 

Each time Simone sensed that Steven was getting too close, she would stop and drop his cock, causing him to hum with frustration as he sucked and nibbled her. She was about to cum, but she couldn't let him have relief first. 

"Keep going, sweetheart. You're doing so good." She moaned as his tongue circled faster. She had left his hard-on alone, focusing on her orgasm as he coaxed it out of her. "Yes, Stevie, yes!" She exclaimed as she was on the cusp of completion.

Steven was confident now that he was doing a good job, lips and chin covered in her sweet juices as she clenched her thighs tighter over his ears and climaxed with a fury of bad words that only she could make angelic. The sweet sounds made him smile under her proudly. 

Simone got off his face, trying to hide her wobbling to keep the guise of strength she had. Sitting back at his side, she could see the gorgeous, bound Englishman's smile, slick with her wetness, and felt she owed him a compliment. 

"Fantastic job, sweetheart. Are you ready to feel the mess you just made of me?" She asked. Steven nodded with delight, excited to see what she had in store. Simone reached for his binds and undid them before guiding him to sit up. She pressed her breasts against his chest and sat slowly down his length with a hiss, adjusting to him on entry. 

A heavy exhale escaped Steven, finally feeling her warmth around him. Simone wrapped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him as she slowly rocked her hips. Kissing Steven was always gentle; he wanted to ensure he did it right each time. Kissing was like a talent of his, consistently in sync as his tongue explored Simone's. 

Steven's hands caressed the soft skin of her back, moving with each move she made. Up, down, swivel, rolling her pelvis to feel him push against every spot that made her unbutton little by little. She pulled away from the kiss when she felt his heart beat faster as he drew himself to climax. 

"Not yet, sweetheart." She demanded, still moving her hips up and down, in and out. She was close, but not nearly as close as he was. 

"I don't think I can hold it much longer, love," Steven admitted. He did everything he could to keep the pleasure down as she denied him release. Simone grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her forehead to his, prompting him to look into her eyes,

"Wait for me. I'm almost there." She choked out, moving faster now. His tip rutted against her g-spot repeatedly when she pushed herself into this position. She started to feel the build spill over, coming unglued again. 

"Cum now, Stevie. Now!" She cried out, feeling the climax rush out of her.

Steven felt her grip pulsate around his cock. That, along with her command, caused him to pull her closer to him as he erupted into her. Simone's movements grew shakey as her knees grew weak and weary of riding, so Steven did his best to pick up where she couldn't to finish riding out their orgasms, thrusting himself into her a couple of times before they came to completion. 

Steven fell backward onto the bed, taking Simone with him and pulling her in tighter. "You're proper gorgeous, darling." He complimented, burying his face in her neck. She smiled and kissed his forehead, 

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're handsome as the devil and far more polite." She said.

Steven trailed tiny kisses along her neck, enjoying the snuggle while he got the chance to. It made him wish he could stay this way a bit longer, drift off in her arms, and wake up with her again. It had been so long since they did that. Simone wanted the same thing.

There was only one way to really get to the bottom of her feelings, and she knew it. 

"I might be able to help with the Jake issue." She said, breaking the peaceful silence. As if Marc had been in control the whole time, he was the one who responded. 

"Why the sudden change?"

"Because it's bonkers, and I'm worried. No matter how I feel about you, I want you to be okay." She said, pulling out of the embrace now that Steven wasn't in front. She didn't want to fight anymore. "But I'm going to need your full cooperation, Marc. No matter how crazy my methods may seem." She told him sternly. Marc nodded,

"Of course. Anything."

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[becausethathappens]

You 100% never have to answer this ask… but I was thinking about the lawyer boys and I was wondering how their families/friends reacted to their relationship? Were they shocked or was everyone like oh, finally. Jw and I love the world you built with them! ♥️

Hey, I didn't forget about you (I literally never will), but I loved this prompt so much that I wanted to take time to write it the way I'd imagined because I did think about it. It's so incredibly kind that you have, too. Thank you!

I hope you still follow me or have subscriptions turned on, or something, since it's finally finished. It might make sense why it was hard to go back to often. Apologies if you were imagining pure fluff, but here is how I think it would go. 🥺️💜

#i love you @anon #answers

[quixoticrealty]

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[jwbuildingdesign]

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[1989uclabruinbellehalonaharrison]

Halona Susanna Harrison born Kaiser Sunset January 31 1970 5:50 am Bea Butts Harrison English Teacher Fairfax Senior High School James Harrison Parole Agent III state of California 3929 Carmona Los Angeles California 90008 323-293-9892 Betty Lou King top of hill of Carmona as a lawyer lives in a house at the bottom of the hill of Carmona. 2017 as Halona Susanna Harrison in Birmingham international after a JW Butts Mortgage May 2007 to August 2014 I lived alone for eight years Halona Susanna Harrison 4505 9th Ave Los Angeles California 90043 as a lot out there on Serrano a Metabolife Settlement Notice Los Angeles Times 1998 by 1147 Serrano 1-4 Hali Inc a four unit apartment building refinanced by the US Small Business Administration for my education as my Mercedes CA2WWR379 during the Rosa Parks Freeway Los Angeles California after I worked part time Substitute Teacher Los Angeles Unified School District and after I worked full time four years John Muir Middle School a Masters Degree from UCLA from the UCLA School Of Architecture and Urban Planning having been to law school an AKA 1989 UCLA Bruin Belle a Bachelor Of Arts Degree in History UCLA a graduate Fairfax Senior High School with Honors June 1987 at the Greek Theatre having been to Disneyland Grad Night an autographed book by James Baldwin 1975.

[montewave]

I'm thinking about just making my characters normal people. AUs with my friends aside, I don't have the patience or mental energy to make up complicated plots.

Like hi, this is my oc, Danielle Donadieu. He's a trans woman who is a lawyer with the nickname of Iscariot because he wanted to be an edgy teen in a mostly Catholic/JW family.

#Monte.txt

[leaguexofxherxown]

Like for a starter from this friendly agent of S.M.A.S.H.

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[roguemonsterfucker]

Well my brain just ran through a whole scenario of yautja wanting to hunt the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park/World and Rh’ex decides to make contact with a person running it (an OC of mine) to try to get all the humans evacuated from the island before the hunt goes down and it turns out the person running the place is so sick of how awful the animals are treated that they’re actually down and just ask that every single dinosaur is put down in the most humane ways possible.

But the yautja can’t kill the young ones due to their code, which upsets this human because they know if any dinosaurs are left they’ll be used and abused, so they demand the yautja take them away and offer to care for the babies and teach the yautja to care for them.

I would write it but it’s 6 am and i need sleep so

#rh'ex #i have had a jurassic park OC since i first saw the movie #in my canon they were there for the events of the first movie #they were invited to be one of the first people to see JP because they ran very successful zoos #and the JP lawyers or whoever wanted them to sign off on the park #i should note this OC actually originated with the game Zoo Tycoon lol #and with the Jurassic World Evolution games i decided they were later asked to take charge of JW #and they had to because their own zoos were failing and they needed the money #but they hate every minute of it

[keyofjetwolf]

I don’t think I ever properly noticed before the guard on the far right who we can see in real time crumble into despair over everything his life has become.

#JW watches PGSM #pgsm ep 18 #he's had to try to wrestle screaming lovesick teen idol fans for three minutes #and he could not be more done #his mother wanted him to be a lawyer but nooo

[sergio-de-paula]

O Dia do Advogado é comemorado anualmente em 11 de agosto. Esta data homenageia os profissionais responsáveis em representar os cidadãos perante a justiça. O Direito é a ciência das normas que regulam as relações entre os indivíduos na sociedade, e quando existe uma situação fora dessas normas, entra o trabalho do advogado, que é o de nortear e representar clientes em qualquer instância, juízo ou tribunal. Origem do Dia do Advogado O Dia do Advogado é celebrado em 11 de agosto em homenagem a criação dos dois primeiros cursos de Direito no Brasil: a Faculdade de Direito do Largo de São Francisco, em São Paulo; e a Faculdade de Direito de Olinda, em Pernambuco. Ambos os cursos foram criados por D. Pedro I, em 1827. Tradicionalmente, no dia 11 de agosto, os estudantes de direito festejam o chamado “Dia da Pendura”, quando saem pelos restaurantes próximos da universidade, consomem e não pagam, pois a conta fica “pendurada” para que o dono do restaurante pague. Em algumas regiões do país, os profissionais também comemoram o dia 19 de maio, Dia de São Ivo, padroeiro dos advogados. . . . . #advogado #direito #oab #advocacia #lawyer #law #advogada #amodireito #brasil #direitocivil #modamasculina #concurseiro #concurseira #oabsp #direitodotrabalho #jw #jerusalem #israel #concursos #camisa #modaparahomens #homemmoderno #direitoporamor #concursopublico #terno #outletlepur #outletbh #direitopenal #gravata #escritoriorainhaadvogados https://www.instagram.com/p/CDv7QKWJDpL/?igshid=hg2putvyzqgh

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