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BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 2.06 Indian Country

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CAPTAIN SAYS YEET

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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN

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Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.

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rolling badly is something that can be so good for developing your character, actually 

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Simon😋

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Johnny “look at me, I’m crying for you” MacTavish

Vs

Simon “you look so pretty when you cry” Riley

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ghost lets himself ask for nice things

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the 141 & quotes that match them pt2

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Barry Sloane as Eddie Wells in Passenger (2024)

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still thinking about assigned military husband john price. +18 only.

it's surreal, but you make it to that first anniversary. it sneaks up on you. john's career takes him away for weeks at a time. you guess absence really makes the heart grow fonder because you find yourself melting into him each time he comes home. sparing him pecks on the cheek and chin when you pass him in the kitchen. rubbing his aching back on the couch. cooking his favorites 'just because'.

you initiate more, too. seeking out and stealing his body warmth in bed. snaking a hand down his sweatpants to hear his appreciative groans. tugging him into the too-small shower. casually flashing him during a liverpool friendly to test his interest. (you ended up face-first on the couch for that and suspect he kept an eye on the match.)

so when the one-year mark arrives, you make a special effort. a new outfit, new underwear, a spritz of the scent you know he prefers, and a reservation at one of his favorite spots. your efforts pay off, as you knew they would. john barely keeps his paws off you. a greedy hand on your knee throughout dinner and a proud grin. he whispers adorations over wine.

never thought i'd get so lucky.

you hardly expected to find love when you applied for a spouse. you'd gone into it with practicality in mind, the economics of the arrangement. but john won you over. supported you through job loss and social isolation. even when he's away, he's a constant. you tell him all this over dessert, a little misty-eyed, and he reels you in for a kiss.

on the drive home, you're buzzing. giddy. he has one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. the radio on low. he wants you to hear his filth, his plans for you. he jokes about giving you a dozen orgasms, one per month of marital bliss, slipping a plug in once you're full, or shoving your knees to your ears.

you follow him up the walk, giggly and wound up, fully expecting him to fuck you in the entry. instead, he shuts the door over your shoulder and takes your hand. gives you a sly smile, thumb rubbing your wrist. you miss the extra shoes on the floor when he leads you toward the sitting room.

i think it's high time you met my men, love.

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the 141 and quotes that match them:

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idk man people have all sorts of headcanons for how price would be a brat tamer or a brat breaker or w/e but i think in my heart of hearts if you tried bratting with him he'd just fucking leave. doesn't matter if you're tied down or suspended or he's thisclose to finishing, if you act up or mouth off he's outta there. he'll call ghost or soap to cut you loose or finish the job if you need, but best believe your number is blocked before he even gets to the car. he's not interested in second chances, if you did it once you'll do it again. the way he sees it, you either want to do this power exchange during sex or you don't, and he's not interested in someone yanking his chain and trying to piss him off because they think it's funny or sexy to promise submission and then sass him. submit fully or fuck right off, he's too old for these games.

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Cutscene Soap be looking fine... 🥵🥵

I could drown in those eyes

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i still think about "aye moira am oan the protein" way too often

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I need to write something about ghost getting rid of a body for his sweet little neighbour who accidentally kills a piece of shit man and has no idea what to do

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*trying to socialize* so do you guys want to hear how i'd kill you