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#I THOUGHT ID BEEN SPARED

timothylawrence · 1 year

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ok! finished the krieg dlc :) overall thoughts below da cut :)

-story was the strong point! surprise! i really liked seeing both versions of krieg push and pull at each other. there was a lot of profound kinda sayings in the actual game that left me pleasantly surprised.

-the bosses were FUN. They felt unique and refreshed, which was a blast. being able to fight your allies (and subsequently your insecurities!) was also a great touch. Fighting Hyperion was also a nice callback, can't believe I miss killing Loader-Bots (Sorry LB <3) Hyperion's back and it's personal this time, which I expected to be bored of but the story kept it strong and relevant alongside adding a more personal take on their villain-y.

-Seeing Maya again. it was such a nicer sendoff than what we really got which is kinda sad. Her last line left a bit of an impact and made me :((

-the environment and twisting/fake realities (i guess?) was SO much fun. I loved the "creepy" layer and finding the horror of Krieg's past. It was impactful in a way that didn't feel too cheesy or distracting from the main story line of the dlc.

-into the bad stuff, oh my god did I get a migraine. It's like the base game on 150% color and chaos, which I guess is what they're going for, but with the practically nonexistent accessibility settings, it was a nightmare. I had to lay down afterwords and cover my eyes, I really wish there was more accessibility!!!

-the dlc made me cry, so -400/10. (jk)

All in all! I enjoyed it, I felt really satisfied with the story in a way the base game didn't provide. Loved seeing our BL1 buddies back together (Mordecai and Brick when are you gonna get MARRIED) and Krieg was really nice to see, even with all the chaos. It provided some context to the character and helped elevate him and the world of Borderlands up a level, which is always fun to see :) 8/10 total :3

#ewbie.txt #if anyone has spare thoughts id love to hear :) i #yes icompleted the main game and there's nothing i can say that wouldn't have been said already but my rating was a solid 3/10 lol #next... is the dlc..... we've all been waiting for....

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cerosin-bis · 3 months

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Cerosin, adored, feel the free-est to ignore this question if it’s dumb or you’ve answered it before… If Ghost (09/22) got along with anyone among Nikto/Krueger/Golem (if there’s a timeline issue let’s ignore it) who would it be?… How would they bond…

Dearest Valiants, thank you so much for this question which was very fun 🖤 mw19 boys doodle for the occasion 😌

I feel like Ghost and Nikto would harbour sort of a... silent, mutual respect towards each other. A "yeah alright this guy's been through some serious shit" type of acknowledging one another. I think if they keep each other at arm's length, they could get along without getting on each other's nerves, but it's a delicate balance as they both have strong tempers. I would imagine them to share the same humour.

Krueger... He would be unfazed by Another Massive Guy Who Is Very Serious About His Mask tbh. I don't think he'd spare him any thought. Ghost, on the other hand, would surely be very wary of Krueger because Ghost is a guy with trust issues and this Krueger guy is (looks at notes) uh. uhm. Lived under a false ID to evade murder charges long enough for him to join a foreign military and make his way into the special forces under said false ID. Only to be suspected of actual war crimes and evading custody. so. yeah.

Funnily enough I feel like Golem would in particular clash with 09 ghost because he seems really stubborn. golem's #1 pet peeve (because he's a nice guy and people tend to naturally listen to him so he doesn't LIKE when people defy him.)

#in my mind nikto and ghost have very similar builds and heights. just 2 walls of meat.#my art #nikto #ghost #headcanons #valiants #cod nikto #cod ghost

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tama-gucci · 2 years

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Forgot my wallet at home when I was supposed to catch a train had to go home come back buy a new ticket also got 5hrs of sleep because of new pillows that weren’t comfortable and work is meaningless and I hate being here and my food took almost 2hrs to arrive so I got impatient because my blood sugar was tanking and I impulse got a burrito from around the corner of this hotel but forgot to cancel the first food order because my blood sugar was tanking and also they had a loud event on the floor above my hotel room and I hate being here I hate disrupting my life and routine for no reason other than to appease stupid old white men who run this company and also I forgot my ID at home! So I thought! So I almost couldn’t check in and did I mention I’m so tired? Oh yeah also turns out I lost my ID at some point at home so I have to replace it also I forgot sleeping pants so I’m freezing and have just a pajama shirt

#also I woke up with only 30 min to spare #because I love my partner but he said I had more time to sleep #and I thought he meant like hit snooze for another 5-10 #no. he let me sleep another 20 min ToT #and so I had to scramble this morning #and everything has been a shit show since then #and I’m trying not to walk into oncoming traffic but also like #I’m at my limit #and anxious about my ID now #and he feels so bad and is trying to find it but #it’s like honey it’s not in any of its usual places #and I’m usually so careful #I must’ve fucked up and dropped it during this hell month known as June #where I haven’t had a single moment to do something for ME #I’m always doing something or spending money or socializing for OTHERS #and I cannot give anymore #but idk how to release any steam at this point #27

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geombyu · 10 months

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GOJO SEES YOU WEARING HIS SHIRT !

Pairing. student!gojo x student!gn!reader

Genre. fluff, friends to hinted lovers perhaps

Word count. 0.6k | Warnings. swearing, the reader is smaller than gojo (the shirt is big on them)

A/N. i see a lot of these and like 7/10 times theyre smut LMAOAO so i wanted to write a fluff ver! i also did Not think id be writing for jjk but 😭 ig we are + not rlly proofread sorry :(

Today was Gojo's day off, and what better way to start it than waking up at four pm?

He was a busy guy - despite only being in high school - he's already taken on many jobs, it was only right he could get sixteen hours of sleep.

When he arrived at your shared dorm at twelve in the morning, you were already asleep, so when he got out of his room and laid his eyes on you wearing his t-shirt, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh, hey Satoru." You spoke, sparing him a quick glance before going back to cooking. His mouth was still wide open; he couldn't respond—he tried, but he couldn't. No sound could leave him. Who knew all it took for the strongest to be left speechless was the sight of you in his shirt?

You look back at him, seeing how his jaw was still on the floor, you realize it was probably because of what you were wearing right now.

"Oh! This? Sorry," you chuckle, "none of my clothes have been washed yet—call me gross, whatever—so I decided to steal from your wardrobe. Hope you don't mind." You stuck your tongue out before placing the eggs on a plate.

You moved to put the plate on the dining table, giving him a better view of you in his shirt. It fit him so perfectly, so seeing it so big on you absolutely made his heart melt.

There was a light tint of pink on your friend's cheeks now; you were so cute he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Are you okay with just eggs? There's more stuff but I wanna save them for next time—oh, actually, you might not be here tomorrow…" You mumbled the last part, choosing to ignore how he still hasn't responded to any of your sentences.

Gojo tried to get a word out, but all he could manage was a strange, strangled noise, which you respond to with a confused hum. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't organize any of his thoughts. He was screaming over and over in his head, but there was a thought slightly bigger than the rest (the rest which consisted of AAAA's, OH MY GOD's, and WHAT THE FUCK's)—that thought was: "holy fuck you're so adorable," which was also exactly what he just blurted out.

Now it was your turn to be flustered, "I—what?"

Gojo's eyes widen before he covers his face with his hands, his face now fully red. "Ignore what I just said," his voice was muffled, but you could still hear what he said.

You never thought you'd see the Gojo Satoru blushing so deeply with his face in his hands, but here he is. You laugh, "can you repeat that?" You were teasing him, I mean, it's not every day that this happens, but any more teasing and his heart might actually blow up.

"Y/n, shut up—oh my God—I hate you!"

"I thought you said I was adorable? Or do you hate cute things?"

He yells into the palms of his hands.

Although you're being bold right now, him calling you adorable caused your brain to shut down for a good millisecond. Gojo complimented you all the time, but somehow, this felt different.

You walk to where he's standing right now, hands still covering his pretty face. You put your hand on his, and the feeling of your warm and soft hands comfort him.

He could tell you wanted to pull his hands away, and while he didn't want that, he was so weak to your touch.

He had no other option but to give in, so he did. You put his left hand away first, then the right. With his hand still in yours, you softly spoke, "if that's the case, then you must really hate yourself."

Oh, he was so in love with you.

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nescence · 25 days

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After hours

Choso x Fem!Reader

Summary

Choso gets 'tired' while on a night out and leaves early. Worried, you leave soon after.

Warnings: masturbation, praise, begging, overstimulation, switch Choso?,

← Pt 1

“He isn’t responding…” you end the call which went straight to voicemail, staring at the caller id with scrunched brows “I’m gonna have to leave” you tell your friend, hugging her as she whines “really? But.” She sighs “fine, be safe alright?” She smiles at your warmly as you broke the hug, returning the smile - you nod - walking out.

Arriving at the apartments, you knock on the door.

No answer.

You search your purse looking for the spare keys he’d given you. “Can’t believe he has me checking up on him like I’m his boyfriend or something” you take out the keys and unlock the door, entering a dark apartment. “Is he even home?- Choso!” You slightly yell, placing down your purse and taking off your jacket.

“[name]…”

Your brows perk up, you walk towards the direction of the sounds. As you got closer the sounds got louder. Low muffled whimpers along with a vibration. Light emits from the crack of his door, your heart was beating with excitement at the thought of seeing him do exactly what you were thinking. You peak through the crack, biting your lips when you’re met with a sight. Hair curtains his face, strands falling out of place - some stuck to his head -. His head thrown back revealing his neck your eyes pan down to see his cock swollen and pink, the tip glossed, cum running down his length. You notice some splats of cum on his abdomen.

This isn’t his first round no wonder he hasn’t been answering.

You mouth drops open, watching in awe as you watch your best friend in such a dirty state. One he brought himself to because of you.

You could feel yourself leaking at the mewl that escapes him, his hips buck upwards towards the vibrator.

“F…fuck. Hmmph” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut. “[name]— ah….” His arm goes over his face, hiding that flushed face you loved staring at. You could feel your arousal pouring out of you at this point. Your legs crossed as you imagine your body above his riding him to finish. Many images conjure up in your mind, his hand desperately clinging onto your skin, wanting to feel you more than he already is - desperately fucking into your cunt wanting to reach deeper, to pleasure you more than himself. His voice weak and drunken nothing coming out but words of inaudible pleasure.

You can’t stand here and watch.

“[name] please…” he chokes, on the edge of reaching his climax.

“Please what?”

His eyes shoot open, landing on your figure which stood beside him. “[name]?” His body goes to sit up, but your finger - even with little to no force - pushes him back down.

“Oh no no no…” you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. you now kneeled next to him, body sinking the bed “you can keep going…” you softly kiss his cheek, thumb running past his bottom lip, then down to his abdomen. With your index, you gather the cum already there, his body twitching under your touch which brings a grin to your face. His body was completely frozen.

“Why’re you so quiet?” You feigned sadness “I enjoyed the little noises you were making earlier” you caress his face, eyebrows curved as if you were upset, “they were so dirty and perverted”. Your finger reaches his tip, applying pressure to his sensitive top. He gasps “[name]” he begins, when your eyes meet his he looks off - flustered. “I’m sorry…”.

You raise a brow at the apology. Does he think you’re mad or something? “What’re you sorry for?” You question as you climbed on top of him, sitting in on his thighs which allowed you full view of his cock. Choso allows it, feeling comforted by the warmth of your body. Your eyes shift to his side, noticing the vibrator which he poorly attempted to hide, your eyes glint with mischief reaching over to the partially covered vibrator. “D’you need help? I feel like I interrupted your little session” you leaned in as you grabbed it, Choso’s eyes close as he inhales your chocolatey scent.

“I—ah!” His answer is cut short by the high vibrations on his cock. “[name]” his voice wavers, biting his bottom lip as the stimulation overwhelms him. Your cunt was now drenched with your fluid, a fascinated smile dominates your face as you watched your best friend writhe and blush a saturated red. His eyes avoiding yours as he lets out the dirtiest of moans you’ve ever heard, so feeble and pathetic.

“Fuck Choso…” you exhale amazed watching as more ropes of cum join ones already painting his abdomen. You lean in so you’re centimetres away from his face. His eyes finally meet yours as you caressed his cheek, glistening eyes which seemed as if on the verge of tearing up. His chest heaved as he calms down from his high. But you refuse to let him have a second of break. “You’re so sensitive…how many rounds did you go?”.

“One?” You turn the setting up, once again pressing the toy against his dick. He whimpers, left hand going to hold your thigh.

“hmmph…a…ah….” He pants, not answering your question.

“Two?” You raise the setting again, Choso jolts at the frequency choking out a moan. “You’re really quiet today” you muttered irritated. He’s holding back.

“Fine” you raise the setting to the highest, decided that going slow with him isn’t enough since he plans on being hard. He gasps, both hands and nails now digging into your thighs as he whines, eyes widened. But it’s soon muffled as your tongue claims him, taking him into a restricted kiss where his sounds were now hardly audible, limited to the space of your mouths. You could feel his legs move as he grows close, your hand grips his hair to make the kiss deeper, mixed saliva leaks at the corners of your mouth the longer the kiss went on. Choso was slowly turning to a crumbling mess underneath you and the kiss clearly acted as another trigger to his perverseness.

You break from the kiss, both of your out of breath and Choso now free to moan as loud as you allowed him. You smile drunkenly. Gazing into his buzz filled eyes, the expression on his face as if he were intoxicated.

“…please….ah…hmmph” his brows curve, voice shaky. You lean in to hear. “[name]— please…” his nails dig into your skin “let me cum…pl…ease”.

You felt your heart pound at those words. He’s asking for permission? You’ve only ever spoke to him about that once. And that was when you were telling him about…

Cheeky shit. He was probably taking notes. But you’re not complaining.

“You wanna cum?” You whisper into his ears, your voice silky. You feel him nod in your hand, your thumb rubbing his cheek as you kissed his other “Then cum” you place a kiss “cum for me Choso” you line kisses down his neck as he came, putting the vibrator to the side.

“What are you doing?” He speaks out of breath, his eyes glancing at your body which hovered above his while you take your panties off.

“It’s your turn to help me out”

“Fuck, no [name]. I can’t…I can’t anymore it’s too much I’m too sensati—”

You both drawn in a breath of bliss as you suck in his cock with ease, Choso’s jaw clench as the simple action served as an immense stimulant to his abused dick. Your walls clench around his bulk, milking him of what, to him, feels like nothing. He can’t go anymore. He came too many times, how can he?

“Hmmm” you roll your hips, eyes closed as you enjoy the feeling of his dick gently brush your sweetest and deepest parts. “You feel that? Does it feel good?~” you coo, watching him take deep breaths attempting to compose himself. This is all too much…

“Do…you feel good?” He asks, pretty rosy face in full display for you to see. The embarrassment in his expression let alone his words, you didn’t realize how precious he could be. “Do I?” You take his hand in yours and guide it underneath your shirt. And taking the lead Choso obliges, rough hands cupping your tits massaging them with just the right pressure.

“Of course I do” you pace increases, instead of rolling your hips now you shift up and down. Both of you let out the dirtiest of sounds, your moans filled with gratification and his as a result of too much of it. His tip hit your spot countlessly, whilst your walls pressed all around him had his arms tightly wrapped on your waist.

“Shit…[name] too fast I can’t…I can’t cum anymore” he begs, muffled cries leaving him as he buries his face into your neck. His whimpers and begging almost incomprehensible to you. “Ahn~ Choso baby…” you pull his off, cupping his face to see tears on the verge of falling. You could barely get your words out as you plunged his dick against your spot consistently, biting your lip to prevent a moan from forcing its way out. “You can” you nod “for me hm?”.

Before he could utter another word of protest you kiss him, all your moaning now limited to the space where your tongues meet. You could feel yourself growing tired, hips slowing down despite you trying so hard to keep it up. Noticing, Choso pulls away. His eyes glance at your glossed lips before looking back at your dazed set. “You’re tired…” he trails off.

“No it’s fine—Ah! Choso!—” yours widened as your cunt was suddenly slammed into at a new speed and with new pressure. Where did this energy come from? His hands positioned themselves underneath your thighs, his hips ramming upwards harder than you were going down on him.

“You said…it’s my turn to help” he grunts, lifting you both up and turning you on your back. “So let me fucking help” his fair falls over his face, the sudden shift in his demeanor shocking you but you felt like you could come just from that alone. His hands warp your legs around his waist, and with that, he starts his ruthless plunging into your cunt. Your back arches and mouth hung, rasped whines come from you as your eyes shut. Your body lunged forward at the strength he’s going, his hands tug deep into your skin keeping you in position.

“C…Choso…” you reach out for his arms, Choso watches with scrunched brows, his teeth grit since his actions were bringing him as much pleasure as you - probably much greater. But he needs to keep going for you.

“Should I…slow down?” He suggests, mistaking your action as a plea.

“No!…no….keep going” you shake your head, tears start forming same as his, the way his dick filled you up. How it pushes through your walls with ease…

“It��s feels so…” you chuckles, “ugh…fffuck”

So beautiful, your face blessed his fucking eyes every time he sees you. You always never failed to take his breath away. Just like hours earlier when you turned up with your friend wearing this same outfit. All night he couldn’t take his eyes off you. A simple action like you taking a sip of a drink had him thinking of various scenarios. He wants to make you feel good again, wants to submit to you…anything he’d do anything.

He can’t bottom out in you no matter how much it is.

“Hhmm….yes yes yes…" you wear a befuddle expression. One big dumb smile lays across your face. your pupils almost resemble hearts as you both shared that expression of pure ecstasy "you're so...you're so good" you praise him, your words slurred but he could make out what you were saying, all he cared for was your words, moans and satisfaction. Anything to show he was doing his job well.

"So good for me...ahh...fuuck"

all other sounds - your cum mixing, the sounds of skin harshly slapping, bed shaking - washed out by yours and his exclamations of pleasure which only grew louder as you were fucked closer to your end. "I'm close. don't stop" your had warp around his neck when he leans in, the tired breath of you both heard clearer than before. Your fingers gripped his hair, legs tightened around his hips once were on the edge of release.

With a few more thrusts you came, the feeling washing over you like a current of waves. Your juices glaze his length as he continued, but slowly, fucking the load he'd been holding into you.

Once his body collapses onto yours, you both stay there for a minute catching your breaths.

"you must love getting caught at this point" you tease, stroking his hair before he shifts beside you. relieving you of his weight. "And you love watching" you notice him roll his eyes, which you playfully scoff at.

"Look at that attitude coming back" You pinch his nipple making him jump "Don't act as if you weren't begging me--" your words are cut short by a pillow landing on your face.

"Shut up. I'll go start a bath"

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #choso smut #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso

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dancingtotuyo · 29 days

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Part I

High Infidelity | Joel Miller X Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: Tommy gets himself into more trouble than he can get out of.

Tags: Tommy x Reader, Joel x Reader, Tommy's Wife Reader, infidelity, emotional affair, slow burn (as much as you can get for 5 chapters), Tommy goes to jail, Reader has had a child

Warnings: US justice system (it don't work, probably bad understanding of how it operates), mention of drugs & weapons, alcohol consumption, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: when I planned this out, I didn’t realize I’d scheduled the first chapter to drop on Pedro’s birthday! So happy birthday to him!

Shout out to @janaispunkfor beta reading and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for letting me scream about this endlessly and shaping this world. Finally, @saradika-graphics for sustaining our fic writers with an endless supply of dividers!

Words: 4396

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You’re asleep, or at least you should be except the phone is ringing and the bed is cold next to you. That’s a bad sign. It always is.

A small grunt echoes from your gut as bare feet hit the cool hardwood floor. You can’t find the phone before it stops, buried under clothes you haven’t folded, scribbled crayon drawings, and bleary eyes. It starts back almost immediately.

“Tommy?”

“He called me.” Joel’s voice echoes through the line. “It’s bad this time.”

“How bad?”

“He asked for a lawyer.”

You press your palm to your forehead. “Shit!”

“The sitter is on her way to yours. I’m getting Sarah up now. We’ll be there in 10.”

“Thank you, Joel.”

“Of course. See you soon.” Joel hangs up.

You roam through the laundry basket for a clean pair of jeans and an acceptable t-shirt. You run a toothbrush through your mouth to freshen your breath. You do your best to push back all the possibilities running through your brain.

You crack open the door to Nathaniel’s room. Your two-year-old son sleeps tightly, his mop of black curls spread out on the pillow. You want to run your hand through his curls and kiss his cheek, but he’s the world’s lightest sleeper, just like his daddy.

The sitter is there 5 minutes later, all too familiar with this routine for your liking. Joel ushers in a bleary-eyed minutes later. He tucks her into the spare room bed. Sarah doesn’t ask questions. She’s asleep before he can kiss her head.

You move like the well-oiled machine that you are. He grabs your purse, ensuring the checkbook is there while you say a few words to the sitter. Joel hands you the small black bag and a light jacket.

Doors open before you and close without you touching them. You and Joel are riding down the highway. The windows are cracked, the breeze playing through your hair as street lights play off the windows, growing bigger and brighter as your eyes fill with tears. You chew on your thumb as the thoughts finally begin to take over.

You’ve felt Tommy slipping these past few months. You’ve tried to ignore it, excuse it. He’s had a hard time adjusting. This is hardly the first time he’s been in jail. It feels like a weekly occurrence at this point, but he’s never needed a lawyer. He’s never been held longer than overnight.

“Did he say what they got him for?”

“No… he asked me to come alone.”

“Fucking hell.” You run a hand over your face. Tommy’s antics are aging you prematurely.

“He’s going to be okay.”

“Says who?” You snap. “We’ve been doing this dance for months, Joel! I know he’s having a hard time adjusting, but maybe we’ve been giving him too much room.”

Joel sighs, letting silence fall over the truck cabin. His blinker clicks as you turn into the familiar station. You wonder if the night shift is actually going to fulfill their punch card offer this time.

Joel has barely pushed the truck into park before you’re out of the vehicle, flying through the front doors. Joel is hot on your heels, not bothering to lock his beat-up pickup.

Your ID is already on the desk, you don’t even have to say a name. The officer at the front desk doesn’t need your license. He barely looks at it. It’s all a raging formality. They escort you to a room, not a holding cell as you’re used to.

Tommy sits at a table talking to a tired-looking public defender. His head snaps up, eyes jumping from your face to Joel’s behind you. “I told you to come alone.”

“The fuck you did Thomas James Miller!” You say before Joel can defend himself.

Tommy stands to his feet, the chair skidding back. “You’re not supposed to be here for this!”

“I’m your wife! You call me!”

“Or maybe you should be home with your child!”

“Oh, I should be home with our son? And what about you?”

“I’m not having this fight with you right now.” Tommy throws his hands in the air moving his attention to Joel who leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “You were supposed to come alone!”

“What’re you in for?” You ask, not giving Joel a chance to answer. Not that he was going to. He knows not to let Tommy deflect to him when you are around.

Tommy sighs falling into the chair like a rag dog. Stress lines engrave themselves deep into his forehead.

“Tommy…” A pit drops in your stomach. “What did they get you with?”

“A gun-“

“Without a permit.” The Lawyer speaks for the first time. There’s a roll to Tommy’s eyes.

“And?”

Tommy can’t meet your eyes. He shuffles in his seat.

“Tommy,” Joel says, voice low and gruff. It’s automatic, parental even.

“A couple grams of coke.”

“Fucking hell, Tommy.” Joel hits his head against the wall.

“I didn’t- I never took it. I promise.”

You take a shaking breath, trying to calm your worn nerves. “So what are we looking at here?” You ask, eyes trained on the lawyer.

You see Tommy out of your peripheral vision using his pleading puppy dog eyes on you. You square your shoulders determined not to fall for it. They’re the reason you’re in this boat in the first place.

“Babe-“

You hold up a hand cutting him off, eyes trained on the lawyer. “What are we looking at?”

“Probably Jail time. DA’s office has been cracking down on these kinds of cases the past few months.”

“Is he getting out tonight?”

The lawyer shakes his head. “We have to wait until tomorrow for arraignment and bail.”

“Then, I’ll see you two tomorrow.” You give them a firm nod, exiting the room in a flash.

The Texas air wraps around you as you exit the stale police station. Joel’s pick-up is cool under your fingers, anchoring you to something.

This can’t be happening. You’ve felt him slipping through your fingertips for months, but you wonder if this is it if this is the moment you lose Tommy for good.

Firm arms wrap around your waist. It’s a warmth you’ve become way too familiar with over the last couple of years. You turn around, letting your tears soak Joel’s shirt as they have so many times before. You twist his shirt in your fists as he cradles your head against his chest. There’s a slight sway in his movements, soothing your wrenching soul.

“We’re going to get through this.”

“He had cocaine!”

Joel sighs. “I know.”

“I can’t keep doing this. It’s going to kill me.”

“Let’s get you home. Get some sleep.” Joel squeezes you and then guides you into the passenger side seat. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

“What time is-“

“Lawyer said about 11. Wants us to meet them at the courthouse at 10.”

You nod, clearing the tears. “Okay.”

The drive home is quiet. You’re used to Tommy throwing out every excuse in the book, promising he’s going to change. The silence makes you want to scream. How do you go forward? How do you explain to Nathaniel that Daddy won’t be home for a long time? Jail Time. It bounces off the walls of your brain like a gong over and over.

You’ve done this before. Raise your son alone. Tommy was overseas when Nathaniel was born. You did the first 3 months on your own- or sort of alone. Joel and Sarah spent many nights at your and Tommy’s home those first few months helping you through the learning curve of being a new parent. If you’re completely honest, you’re still doing it alone, but now with a shell of a man to look after as well.

Joel hands the sitter cash and she’s gone without a word. Your purse and jacket are forgotten on the chair as you collapse onto the couch, holding your head in your hands. The weight of the night threatens to finally break you.

“Here.” The cool weight of a bottle presses against your jeans.

“Thank you.” You take it, tipping the bottle back in unison with Joel in a quiet ritual.

“I think I’m just gonna crash on the couch tonight.”

You nod, a humorless huff leaving your chest. “Just like the good ole days, I guess.”

Joel looks over your profile, catches the wear in your frame, the silent tears slipping from your eyes. The rattle in your chest changes from sarcastic to sorrow and then a sob slips from your lips.

Joel sets his beer on the coffee table, arm slipping around your shoulders. He pulls your loose body into his side. For the second time that night, your face burrows into his chest.

“Shhh, I’ve got you, Darlin’. We’ll get through this.” His voice is soft and soothing. His fingers brush softly over your head down to the back of your neck. You fall asleep like that, lulled by the steady beat of his heart.

You wake up to the morning sun, your body stiff from sleeping on the couch against Joel. He’s up, the smell of coffee wafting toward you. You hear him talking to Sarah and Nathaniel in the kitchen.

You stand, stretching out your sore muscles in wrinkled clothing following the promise of caffeine. Sarah and Nathaniel sit at the kitchen table with syrupy smiles.

“Mommy!” Nathaniel yells.

You force a sleepy smile, kissing his sticky cheek. “Morning, sweet cheeks.” You dip your finger in the syrup on his plate, licking it off your fingertip making him and Sarah laugh. “Morning, Sarah Bear.”

“Morning, Auntie,” She says. “Your clothes are wrinkled.”

Joel’s hand lands on your back and a cup of coffee lands in your hands, sending warmth through your body. The hum in your body is automatic. “Thank you.”

Joel only nods, returning his attention to the pancakes sizzling on the stovetop. You sip on the hot coffee. Joel prepared it exactly how you like it, just like he always does.

“You hate pancakes.”

“Yeah, but the gremlins love them.”

“That they do.” You grin, sipping on the coffee again. “Ugh, it’s infuriating the way you come into my home and make better coffee than I do.”

Joel chuckles, flipping two fluffy pancakes onto a plate. He tops them with cut-up strawberries and whipped cream handing them to you with the biggest shit-eating grin. “And pancakes.”

For a minute you forget it all, the impending arraignment, your husband in jail for unregistered weapons and drug possession, the two children sitting mere feet away. It’s just you and Joel and a stack of whipped cream-covered pancakes. Joel who held your hand through labor and helped you with midnight feedings. The man who got you through Tommy’s deployment. The one who always calls the sitter and drives you to the police station when Tommy gets himself in trouble. You and your rock.

The shattering of glass echoes through the kitchen. “Uh-oh!”

You spin around, taking in the broken glass on the floor. Orange juice leaks over the table, dripping over the edge. You and Joel spring into action, pancakes forgotten. “Both of you stay in your seats,” You say.

Joel grabs the broom before you, sweeping up the shards, his feet already protected in his boots. You turn off the stove, keeping an eye on both children to ensure you don’t add bloodied feet to your morning agenda.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Sarah says, keeping her feet crisscrossed beneath her. She looked up at you. “Sorry about your glass, Aunt Bonnie.”

You smile at her, handing Joel a towel to soak up the spilled juice. “It’s okay, Sarah bear. I just want you to be okay.”

She nods back, curls bouncing around her face. “I’m okay.”

You sigh, staring at the pancakes on the counter. The whipped cream has melted into a lopsided mound, half of it turned back into cream that soaks through the pancakes. You take a bite, the flavors settling nicely over your tongue even if the texture of the pancakes is slightly off. For a man who claims not to like them, Joel Miller sure knows how to make a mean pancake.

Your mind plays back to the nickname. Not many people call you Bonnie anymore. Just a few years ago, it had been a constant. Stemming from Tommy’s group of army buddies, they declared you Bonnie for always stealing Tommy away from their group cookouts and whatnot, and Tommy was Clyde due to his propensity for getting into trouble. For whatever reason, probably just to annoy you, Tommy had introduced you to Sarah as “His Bonnie.” So that’s what she calls you.

Joel empties the remaining shards into the trash can. Several high-pitched clinks sound off until the shards settle. Your fork stirs the whipped cream and syrup together.

“Pancakes are usually best eaten, not played with.” Joel teases, picking his coffee up to take a sip. His fingers graze your arm as he sets it back down, returning the broom back to its rightful place.

”You don’t even like pancakes.” You furrowed your brow, taking another bite. Whipped cream marks your upper lip. You take another bite. “God, one day you have to tell me your secret.”

Joel chuckles. He leans across the counter, elbows resting against the granite much like yours. He sips on his coffee, eyes watching as you stuff another bite into your mouth. “I’ve got many secrets, Darlin.”

You laugh, mouth full of fruit and cream. “You’re an open fucking book, Miller.”

”I think I could surprise you several times over.” He chuckles. Something sparks behind his eyes like he’s actually keeping something from you. You’ll figure it out. You always do.

“These are delicious, Joel, but if I take another bite, I’m gonna be sick.”

Joel frowns. “You feeling okay? You don’t have a fever do you?” He presses his fingers to your forehead before you can roll your eyes.

“Anxiety.”

Joel nods. “You’ve got a little-“ He motions to his mouth.

You cock your head to the side brain not picking up on the obvious signals. He sighs in mock exasperation. Reaching forward, he wipes the whipped cream from your lip with his thumb, pressing the excess to his mouth. The moment catches you off guard, something stirring in the back of your mind as you zero in on the thumb pressed to his lips.

“You should go get ready.” He says as if nothing happened, taking your plate. “We need to leave in an hour.”

You nod, pushing back from the counter. The weight of the day at hand keeps that moment from playing over and over again on a loop.

”Daddy,” Sarah says. “Isn’t it time for school?”

”You’re going to stay here with Nathaniel and Miss Lacy today. Your aunt and I have some things we have to do.”

”Oh,” Sarah nodded. “Uncle Tommy things?”

You stop, sharing a look with Joel. You’ve tried your best to keep Tommy’s troubles from the kids, but it’s inevitable. Sarah is almost 6 after all. She’s always been incredibly perceptive and observant.

“Daddy?” Nathaniel asks, looking around. Your heart breaks a little bit.

Your mind wanders. When will he get to see Tommy again?

Joel takes the lead when you arrive at the courthouse for which you’re grateful. You’re both dressed in nice clothing. High heels clack beneath you. A tie reaches around Joel’s neck. You hold Tommy’s suit in a garment bag as a guard leads you to an office-like room. Tommy sits at a table with his layer from last night and another man you don’t recognize. They seem to be deep in a serious conversation.

All three men turn as you enter, making you feel like you’re in the wrong place. You can’t tell if Tommy is relieved to see you or not. A pit forms in your stomach, like you’re not going to like the outcome of this meeting.

“What’s going on?” You ask.

The door clicks shut behind you as Joel’s scent creeps around you.

”We’re talking.” Tommy says.

“About?” You press.

Tommy sighs, unable to meet your eyes. “A plea deal.”

You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. This is easier. It’s probably better in the long run, but you’re not ready to face the music. You prepared for court, not a plea deal. Not for Tommy to admit guilt with a stroke of a pen, not a judge in sight.

“What’s in it?”

”Baby…” Tommy pleads like he wants to make amends right now.

“What are you signing us up for, Tommy?”

“Two years and a half years. Probation after that.”

You inhale sharply.

“It’s a good deal,” The man you’ve never seen says. “He’s looking at at least twice that if this goes to court, and he will be convicted if this goes to court.”

You look to Tommy’s lawyer for confirmation. He doesn’t make it obvious but gives you a solid nod.

“You were about to sign it.” You look at your husband. It’s not a question.

“Yeah.”

”I’d have appreciated it if you had talked to me first,” you say.

“You’d have told me to sign it.”

You nod, barely keeping the tears at bay. “Yeah.”

The DA holds a pen out to Tommy. Tommy looks back at you for final permission. You give it, watching that expensive ass pen glides across the paper with Tommy’s chicken scratch of a signature. Your heart breaks with each stroke, crumbling a little more as he dots the I and crosses the T.

Joel places a hand on your shoulder. The heat spreads, anchoring you to the moment, keeping you afloat as you stare down the barrel of being a single mother yet again.

Tommy slides the paper back to the DA. He looks them over, tapping them against the table with a satisfied nod as if a family hadn’t been torn apart.

“You have about 30 minutes before they come to get him.”

”That’s it?” You ask. “We can’t even take him ourselves?”

The DA shrugs like he’s being generous, igniting a deep hatred of him inside you. You don’t even know his name. He holds up the papers before sliding them into his briefcase. “Terms of the plea deal.”

You clutch your fists as he walks out of the room. Tommy’s lawyer slips out with him, and then Joel, leaving just you and Tommy.

He stands and you finally realize it’s all happening again. You’ll be alone, worrying about your husband though this time for different reasons.

“Baby, I-” He steps towards you. You don’t move offering zero indication that you register Tommy’s movements.

He reaches for your hands, but you pull them back. “You weren’t supposed to take the Bonnie and Clyde thing seriously.”

You fight back tears, turning so he can’t see them. “Pretty sure they both died.”

A humorless laugh leaves your body as you collapse onto a couch, holding your head in your hands.

Tommy kneels in front of you, slowly peeling your hands from your face, taking them into his. Despite it all, you feel yourself melting into his familiar touch. It only confirms what you are beginning to fear. It doesn’t matter what Tommy does, you’ll always be here waiting for him. He is the love of your life and you would burn the world down to look into his sweet brown eyes and feel his skin against yours.

You look at him through blurry eyes, sniffing back the congestion gathering in your sinuses. He gives you that crooked smile you love so much, and you feel better despite the weight bearing on your shoulders. The past three years have aged him ten. You suppose time has done the same to you.

Slowly, he presses his lips to your hands. “I know I fucked up. If-” He pauses, swallowing. His thumb plays with the thin gold band on your left hand. “If you’re not waiting for me when I get out I understand.”

You squeeze his hand. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Tommy snorts. “Easily? Just last week you were yelling at me for putting you through hell.”

“Yeah, well…” You run your fingers through his black curls as you sniff back your tears. “You kinda hold my heart in your hands, Tommy Miller. I don’t think I could get it back if I tried.”

He smiles at you. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands creep up your thighs as he rises to his feet. Your back collides with the plush back of the couch as your fingers tangle in his long hair. Tommy presses his tongue into your mouth, a smile growing across your face. This is the first taste of your Tommy you’ve had in months, the one you fell in love with.

The door opens, and before Tommy can pull away, Joel’s gruff voice echoes through the room. “Prospect of going to jail really puts you two in the mood, huh?”

Heat surges to your cheeks. You’re not sure why. You and Tommy had been caught in much more compromising positions throughout your relationship.

“Gotta get what I can while I’m still a free man.” Tommy grins at his big brother, pressing another exaggerated kiss to your lips. Joel’s eyes move to the corner of the room. Your smile feels a little more forced after that.

Your thirty minutes fly at lightning speed. They take Tommy before you’re ready. Any energy you gain from Tommy’s affection is drained the moment he’s led out of sight. You barely catch the look he gives Joel.

”Take care of them.”

Joel nods, gripping his brother’s shoulder. There’s a silent exchange between them. “Take care of yourself.”

A clerk goes over everything with you and Joel. You’re given a strict list of items you can drop off for Tommy at the prison. You don’t process a word, the weight of it all falling on top of you. You came to the courthouse today expecting an arraignment and bail, not to be kissing your husband goodbye for the next year and change. It feels unfair like something was taken from you.

Joel is the one who keeps it together. He always keeps it together. He asks the questions and makes note of the important things. He secures the horde of important documents held limply in your hands.

When the clerk says your name for a second time, or maybe a third, you’re not sure, it snaps you out of the fog. Joel’s eyes are sympathetic as he holds out a pen. His single nod tells you he has all the information in his head. You can sign. You don’t have to think. You sign as flashes of Tommy doing the same filter through your vision.

The pen drops to the table as you push back headed straight for the nearest exit. You feel like you’re in a dream. Joel catches up, tucking everything you forgot under his arm. He grabs your elbow, steering your aimless body in the right direction. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He knows the answer.

You feel like a toddler, wandering and lost, relying on Joel’s firm grip to get anywhere. He opens doors and boots you into his pickup, patting the door once it’s closed. The car is warm from the sun. You fumble with the seat belt, but Joel’s calloused hands are there, guiding your weary bones.

The ride is silent. You basket in the warm sun, head pressed to the window with your eyes closed. The world feels so far away, but you’re extremely tuned into the heat of the sun, the rumble of the truck on the shitty roads, the blinking indicator light, and Joel’s listless tapping on the steering wheel when the vehicle draws to a stop from time to time, toeing the line between consciousness.

This is just a dream, right? You’ll wake up soon and Tommy will be behind you, drawing random patterns around your stomach hip, or thigh. The past year of your life and the past 12 hours have just been the world’s longest nightmare. That’s all.

The truck lurches to a stop. The engine turns off with a distinct click. Your eyes blink open slowly. Your stretch out, toes curling in your dress shoes. Joel’s tie lays haphazardly on the dash. His cuffs are unbuttoned, pushed to his elbows, and the top couple of buttons of his dress shirt are undone. He still looks out of place in his dress attire, but a little more like himself. He hadn’t dressed this nicely for your and Tommy’s courthouse wedding.

Your eyes drift out the windshield. A neon light reflects off your irises. This isn’t home. You look at Joel. “Why are we here?”

His seat belt comes undone with a click, snapping back. “We’re going to go in there and get drunk off our asses.”

”It’s the middle of the day.”

Joel raises an eyebrow at you.

”Can we just go home?”

”No.”

”Why the fuck not?”

“Because we have a sitter all day, and you deserve a night before the weight of the world falls back on your shoulders.”

”Joel.” You want to go home and crawl in bed.

”This is three times longer than his deployment.” The statement hits you square in the chest. “You need this. Give yourself today. If you don’t do it now, you never will.”

You sigh, staring down the flickering neon in front of you. He’s right. You know he is. You might be exhausted, but it’s tempting. When was the last time you let go? Maybe that one good month you had after Tommy got back? When it was all making up for lost time and shit.

“We’ve got a sitter for the whole day,” Joel says. “My treat.”

You inhale deeply, allowing the memories of drunken nights past to fill your brain. You can feel the thrum of alcohol already. You haven’t cut loose in a long time unless you count the nights spent at home alone drowning away the world after you’d tucked your son in for the night.

Your fingers press the red release button of your seat belt. The metal buckle hits the window. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

Joel smiles, dragging you inside.

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can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):

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hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.

and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!

anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!

﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.

warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.

you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.

if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.

“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.

it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.

while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.

he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.

“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”

no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.

“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”

“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.

“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”

“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.

“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”

“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”

“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”

“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.

“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“

“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.

“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.

“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”

he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.

“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”

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simonrillleyyysss · 1 month

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ THE THINGS ID CHANGE

‘i don’t think any amount of praying, could save me, ma’am.’؛

ཐིཋྀ after lieutenant simon riley visits soap mactavishes hometown, he stumbles upon a devout catholic, whom he forms strong opinions about.

𐙚 simon riley x afab!religious reader

; smut, fluff, angst

chapter one; genesis

it all happened so fast. the quick cock of the gun pressed to johnnys head, the thud of his body, blood beginning to seep in a small puddle around his limp head, weakly tumbling down onto the concrete footing beneath him. it all happened too quickly, too suddenly for riley to comprehend, watching his partner in crime huff out heavy breaths as he was rushed away afterwards what happened even faster was the plane back to scotland with the man.

or—perhaps longer, the forever feeling of gratitude towards whatever god or deities above had spared johnny, the longing feeling of relaxation and thanks internally. oh, how fortunate they both happened to be, the first moment in centuries he believed there was an other worldly entity.

‘ye’ready tae experience some good oul’mactavish homeland?’

tan quizzed happily, despite having a large, thick band of bandages and cotton slung ‘round the side of his head, similar to a eyepatch that those of pirate life would’ve used, except across the side of his face and head; a smelly seagull from the beach could suffice as his parrot, simon thought.

‘don’ think i’ll ever be ready, johnny.’

a gruff voice erupted, letting the man march ahead infront of him, leaving blonde to carry bags of luggage and items, thick brows furrowed in an agitated expression, nose scrunched in soft thought as they walked down the laneway, a soft gasp and patter of footsteps sounding just ahead of them.

‘johnny! what happened to you?’

‘awk, stop dotin’ nai’—you’ve seen mawae’ worse, doll.’

brown eyes quickly darted up to meet your own, which were glancing into his own with a heavy sense of novelty—just before they quickly fluttered back to johnnys, thick lashes brushing against the chub of your cheek, fingers gently caressing the stubbled, strong jaw of the individual above you.

‘you have a lot of explaining tae’do, johnny..’

‘would you like some more, sir?’

you started, hovering at the kitchen counter, turning to the man hunched beside mohawk— empty mug in hand, that of which was previously filled with a generous amount of caffeine given to him by the poise woman glaring at him.

‘shouldn’.

he responded briefly, attention fixating onto soap, whom was carelessly folding himself across your sofa, practically using your lounge as a temporary camp for the pair of men, placing the mug down onto the glass coffee table infront of him.

‘hawve’ye’ been?’

‘i should be askin’ you, johnny. what the—what the dang where you thinkin’? told you not to get into that kind of work! s’for bad men, bad bad people involved in that business, for..for heavens sake!’

you spoke so carefully, so tenderly to johnny—yet so angrily, pure anxiety and frustration bubbling beneath that worrysome tone of yours, simon read you like a book within minutes, watching your fingers fumble with the crucifix pendant dangling between the valley of your chest, your brows knitting in sadness towards hawked momentarily, foot bouncing against the wooden boards of your floor.

‘ye havnae’ changed a bit, bonnie. yer’ still praying and going tae’ mass?’

‘always, sir. ever since you stepped foot out of this—this—horrible town.’

as your eyes met soaps, he reached out to encase his large palm around simon’s shoulder, standing himself up as the other beast followed suit, hands tucked in his tracksuit bottom-pockets, staring at you with a hardsetjaw, lids narrowed in study.

‘course y’ave..well, yeno’ where i am, aye?’

johnny paused, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck slowly.

‘we.’

he hummed, gesturing to the blonde beside him; who’s eyes were scanning along your outfit.

that night he said his first prayer in decades.

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