#Bob Saginowski

[tomhardymyking]

I realised that this year his film 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑, where he plays 𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗸𝗶, turns 10 years old 😮

So, I wanted to make a special post remembering this character 💖🥰

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Me di cuenta de que en este año su película 𝑳𝒂 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂, donde interpreta a 𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗸𝗶, cumple 10 años 😮

Así que, quería hacer una publicación especial recordando a este personaje 💖🥰

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[super-lupus]

I promise it was an accident

[hecatemoon87]

Warnings ⚠️ smut. Minors DNI

Master list

Part VI - sorry, no editing first draft. Hopefully, it is still enjoyable.

Bob picked up a red pen and wrote a big X on the calendar. One day down, seven more to go.

He was counting down the days left of being in the priesthood and when he could officially be with his beloved, Jocelyn. It was slow going, but Bob wanted to complete the transition of his junior priest duties, and therefore had to wait.

The fact of the matter was that the whole thing would be a lot easier if Jocelyn wasn't constantly trying to temp him! The last time he had encountered her, he had made out with her and may have slipped a few fingers into her tight, little pussy. He was currently thinking of her slick, velvet walls when a chalkboard eraser was launched at his shoulder.

"Hey, Bob! I've been talking this whole time! Didn't you hear anything I said?" It was Bob's fellow junior priest, Jason Choi.

"Huh? Uh, sorry. I was thinking about something else," Bob said, bending down to pick up the eraser.

Jason rolled his eyes and said, "I was trying to tell you that the front court yard needs the leaves raked. I'll get the chalkboards."

"Oh, right. I'll...I'll go rake the courtyard then," Bob said, glad his concentration was broken from thinking about sex. Working with a slight hard on inside a church wasn't entirely ideal.

Bob had made pretty good progress on the leaves when his phone buzzed. He extracted it from his back pocket, checked the text and nearly dropped his phone.

Jocelyn had texted him a picture of herself in a sexy Catholic school girl uniform. She was licking a candied sucker rather suggestively. Beneath the image, she had texted, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Bob sighed. He wasn't going to get through these next seven days without sinning some more. He pocketed his phone and returned to his raking. After a few minutes, he shook his head and put the rake back in the shed. Then, he made his way to Jocelyn's place.

He had a key and unlocked the front door, then locked it behind him. He placed his keys, phone, and wallet on the kitchen table. Then he rolled up the sleeves to his black priest shirt and made his way to the back bedroom where he found Jocelyn laying on her stomach, reading a book. It was the Bible.

She looked up very innocently and blinked. "Oh, Father Saginowski, I was reading the Bible like a good girl, just like you wanted. But I read about how women are the source of all sin and, well, that just made me horny," she said, biting her bottom lip. Her long black hair was made into a single loose braid that hung over her shoulder, and she twirled at the end as she spoke.

The school uniform barely covered her shapely figure, and the whole role-playing situation broke him. Here, he stood before her in his black priest attire with white collar included. His sleeves rolled up, looking down on this naughty little school girl.

"You've been a very, very, bad girl. You've tempted me from day one, and now, I'm going to punish you," he growled, but all in good fun as this made Jocelyn moan with pleasure, hearing her man being dominant turned her on.

He reached forward, grabbing her smooth, toned legs, and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her wrists tight. Then he pushed her short skirt to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He grunted upon seeing her naked mound and squated down, yanking her legs up and over his shoulders, burying his tongue into her womanhood.

Jocelyn had not expected him to react so ravenously but gladly fell back onto the bed and squirmed under his lapping tongue. "Oh, Father, yes, baby, yes," she purred.

Bob's cock was hard and he couldn't help but dry hump the air a little as he devoured her cunt. Her fingers glided through his hair, and the sounds of her pleasure burned through him.

He wanted to get her good and wet because he had every intention in pounding that sexy, but oh, so very frustrating little pussy of hers.

He found her clit and mercilessly twirled his tongue over that little, sensitive nub. This caused Jocelyn to shudder and whine, begging him to undo her. And he did, feeling her gush forth over his tongue and mewling like that perfect sinful slut like she was.

Bob licked her one last time before standing up and wiping her honey from his mouth. She looked at him dreamily and was about to say something, something clever, no doubt, but Bob was at his limit with her sass. He undid her shirt, which was only sealed by a simple knot.

As the shirt fell open, his eyes saw her ample, round bouncy breasts, tipped with small pert little nipples begging to be sucked, pinched, and squeezed. He fell upon her, his mouth finding purchase on her left nipple, nibbling and licking like his favorite treat.

Jocelyn cooed and wiggled beneath him, and he broke from her breasts to kiss her deeply. When he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to bred that little cunt of yours," Then stood up and flipped her on her stomach. With a knee, he shoved her legs part, her perfect little ass arched up, showing him her drenched pussy lips.

He undid his belt and was about to cast it away but grinned to himself and used it to spank her bottom.

"Bob!" Jocelyn squeaked and turned to look at him.

"What? Too hard?"

She paused, taking in the sensation of the burn and said, "Do it again."

He obeyed and gave her another crack over her soft cheeks. She moaned and gripped the bed sheets, "Bob, oh fuck, I need you, now. Fill my pussy up with that big cock," she whined. Bob dropped his pants and plowed right through her succulent lips, parting her walls and stuffing her completely with his throbbing member. The head of his cock meet the back of her core and he flexed, causing Jocelyn to whimper in both pain and pleasure. "Oh, yes. Punish me, Daddy! Make me your little fuck toy please!!" She begged.

Bob did not hesitate and drilled her into the mattress. Any guilt he had been feeling was far gone as he felt her tight cunt clenched around his girth. He made the whole bed shake, holding her by her haunches and pounding hard.

Hus pants slipped down to his ankles. He pulled out of her, abandoning her hungry pussy causing her to fuss. But he needed to kick the pants away and remove his shirt, he was sweating hard.

Now, fully naked, he pulled her back on his cock and finished breeding her. He came hard, filling her womb with his viscous seed, hot and syrupy.

Jocelyn seemed to be having another orgasm as her cunny clenched and swallowed vigorously over his cock, causing him to cum harder.

As he came down, he was spent. It was like all the tension, guilt, and stress of his life had been erased.

Jocelyn rolled over onto her back and motioned for him to lie beside her. She took him into her arms and kissed his forehead. He nestled his head upon her chest, listening as her heart rate when back down.

"That was amazing, baby. I hope you're not feeling too guilty she said, smoothing back his hair and looking into his handsome face.

He smiled and laughed softly. "Since when did you care if I feel guilty for my sins?"

"I think it's all very silly, but I do love you, so I care," she said, frowning.

He nodded and pulled her into his arms. "I know, I love you too. But damn, Jocelyn, you are relentless."

She giggled and snuggled into him further. "You cummed a boat load in me. I doubt my birth control will stand against all that. Do you want a baby?"

Bob pulled back to look at her square in the face, "Uh, shit. We probably need to get married before that, right?"

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "I want an outdoor wedding, then."

"But inside a church is better," he said.

"Whatever, I guess I can let you have that. But our wedding night will be filled with sin, I guarantee it."

The end.

[potter-solomons]

That thing you do with your mouth.

[ultrabwayne]

Tom Hardy #1 - gif pack by @vvitchresources- coloring by bw

[thedevilshardy]

What they will do to you - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part IV: dirty! + 1 extra for you guys! You wished for them, there you go.

Max Rockatansky

He always seems like a grumpy companion - doesn't talk much, doesn't like to talk much, and you always feel like he doesn't like you at all. That he indeed does, you get to know when you two land in bed.

His apperiance might already premise it - this guy is a wild one in bed! He knows how to fuck good and does it without any further words. The first kiss with him is all teeth and tongue - his lips are heaven, for real, biting and niping at your lower lip like he's about to eat you alive.

He doesn't talk in clothes, but is a real dirty talker once the clothes are gone. He tells you how well you suck his cock, how you've been a very bad girl and how he likes to fuck your pussy so hard until you can't walk the next day. You can't get enough, not of his taste, not of his deep, satisfying voice.

He can hold you down like no one's ever done it before. He glides into you, stuffing you to the fullest, and still manages to make you feel you need to be hugged even tighter, until you can't breathe anymore.

You can feel him coming, and it's like coming home. You two don't need words.

Freddie Jackson

Ohhhh, Freddie Boy. You never know what he is about to do, to plan, how his mood changes during the day. This man is like a ticking bomb, and you never know when he is about to explode. Still, he does things to you.

He has days where he is rough, and where he squeezes his hips between your legs before you can even stop him. The best sex of your life you had was when he got out of jail and fucked the life out of your bones, thrusting so deep and hard as if it would be the last time of his life. You still get off to this thought of his burning hard dick in your pussy that day.

He can be gentle, too. He has some days where he searches your closeness so intense it's almost written in his skin. His hands touch, grope, feel - he lets his teeth sink into your warm skin, breathes in the scent of it, sucks your pussy until you come in his mouth.

He has a kink for legs. He loves it when you wear thin, black tights, when he can let his hands wander over your legs. He gets hard in a minute from that. Just from the sight.

He's loud, ohsofuckingloud and when he comes, you feel it in every pore, and he lets you know for sure until he's fully spend.

Bob Saginowski

This man is such a sweetheart! He's a good guy, and that's exactly what makes him utterly attractive. His seduction is slow, but still going deep.

He's caring. He does want you to feel all safe, all good when you are with him - and he's romantic. He doesn't touch you until you've had three dates at least. And after that - ohhhhh damn.

He has very skilled hands. They find a very sneaky way through the layers of your clothes, they touch you right, and, what is most important - he leaves you shaking for more. He lets you melt into his hands before he fucks you, and claims you just the way you like it.

Although he's achingly hard from your touch, he has the time to bring you to the edge of madness. He's so deep inside you, thrusting into your leaking wetness, holding your thighs high over his shoulders - just to push his dick even deeper inside you, again, again, again! - making you nearly scream when you feel your inner walls pulse.

His rule: his girl comes first. That's why he's got you vibrating and gasping underneath him long before he spills inside you, and he kisses every wave of your orgasm away. He cuddles you after, seeking all the closeness he needs. You two fall asleep together.

Forrest Bondurant

It's not fear that makes you shake in his presence, cause he isn't one of those men. But still he does something with your inners that you can't describe.

He has one thing that he uses to totally thrill you in bed: his toothpick. It looks delicious put up there between those beautiful lips, but it makes you shake inside when he lets the end of it scratch over your skin. The tiny toothpick in his mouth glides over your tits, your stomach, and - you breath out deep before you can feel it with a moan - over the folds of your pussy. He spits it out before his hands grap your thighs and he licks the hell out of you.

He doesn't handle you with care - but never hurts you for real. He has the perfect feeling for the fine lines between pain and pure sensation.

He fucks like he fights: unforgiving. Hard, sharp thrusts between your spread out legs, deep grunts from his chest, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. He adores the marks you leave on his body.

You come twice when he fucks you. First on your back, second when he fucks you hard from behind.

Thank you so much for reading this! 🤍 And thanks for all the love from the posts before. 🥺 Every single one of you made my day. Enjoy your sunday! I'll be up with some small smut pieces soon. Character? Who knows. 😌

[hb-writes]

Her: you just shot him.

Him: yeah. he was going to hurt our dog.

[dreamlandcreations]

Sunshine by @cinebration

Bob Saginowski x bartender!Reader

• 1,2 K follower celebration •  • moodboards masterlist • 

[askalfiesolomons]

Doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant, I'll keep nutting in that ass like I'm trying for a baby.

"Lenny, that you? You are welcome to try."

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Top/Favourite Tom Hardy Series & Movies to Re-watch Time and Again

I was tagged by the lovely @hecatemoon87 to compose a wee list of my favourite films & series starring our dreamy Londoner, so *claps hands* lets get cracking!

#1 Peaky Blinders

Honestly, can you blame me for this one? The first time I ever saw this series, I was skeptical about Alfie. However, how-so-bloody-ever, as the seasons went on, I was drawn in more and more by him. Something in his manner, his unpredictable cleverness, spoke to me.

I’m currently on my second rewatch of the entire series so I’m up to date for S6, but, I’ll be honest, I’m mostly watching it for Tom.

Alfie made my rekindled crush on Tom so much worse. I can already hear you ask: “Rekindled? What sparked it in the first place?”

To the last part the answer is “I honestly can’t remember”. I just have a weakness for British men. And Irish… and Scottish. Anywho, I can pinpoint exactly when it was that I started gushing over him all over again.

#2 Venom

Yup, this movie absolutely did it for me. I’m sorry, but Tom portrayed Eddie (and Venom) as absolute hubby material.

Sure, I liked the story too despite hating sci-fi and anything related to aliens. I suppose it’s the human aspect and my own fascination with the ways in which we humans can work with the monstrous and harbour it ourselves, underlined by a scientific background, that has me returning to this one.

Also, in this house it’s canon Eddie reads romance novels and loves to watch anime with his girlfriend.

#3 Child 44

Gods, it’s been too long since I saw this movie. Note to self: buy and rewatch it. Also, finally read the book! It’s only gathering dust on your shelves.

Now, this choice has a kinda funny story behind it. I said to me mum I had found a movie with Tom called Child 44, which I rented on YouTube and would watch later that day. She plopped down next to me on the couch and, using my phone to broadcast on the telly since the YT app on it hated me, we watched it together.

I can’t say too much about the plot since it’s based on a true story. However, I’ll say this, it was interesting to get a perspective on the KGB and life in Russia during the 1940s. And Tom as Leo… my, oh, my. I thought the accent would make me bristle continuously and I’d tap out at once, as I tend to do with movies that have actors that attempt an accent that isn’t their own. Furthermore, there are some accents I just can’t listen to. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

I digress. Tom as Leo, right. At first, I expected to develop pure annoyance when it comes to him. Yet, I didn’t. Tom perfectly portrayed the complexities within Leo, personality and psyche alike, nurtured by an oppressive society during a difficult time in history.

#4 The Drop

I didn’t expect too much of this movie, which kinda helped since the plot is weak. Same goes for Warrior, by the way. But why did I include it in this wee list then?

*sighs* Because I like Tom and love his voice, regardless of what accent he puts on. And, sometimes, I just have the need to watch a movie with him, enjoy how talented and big he is. To not analyze the plot but the characters, put inspiration out of the movie’s weak points and hope to transform them into something better.

Plus, Bob is, in my mind, this adorable shy guy who’s been raised proper and therefore knows how to treat a woman right.

And a werewolf bartender who writes paranormal romance, bite me.

#5 Lawless

This movie and Tom as Forrest took me by surprise. I don’t really have an interest in the Prohibition, anything to do with American crime and history in general (except H.H. Holmes), but this was basically a Quintin Tarantino movie with less blood and more plot.

AND I LOVED IT!

Here and there on Tumblr I’d seen some talk about Forrest Bondurant, bits of info from which I had composed a profile of this rough, gruff, arrogant and violent man with a keen business sense. It was almost accurate.

Little did I expect he’d be an awkward bub around women. He’s basically a (secret) care bear in a cardigan with rough edges.

And with that I’d like to conclude this wee list. Feel free to create your own top 5 and to tag me🤗

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[tomhardymyking]

What better way to celebrate 𝐃𝐨𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 (in the United Kingdom) than a video with moments of 𝗧𝗼𝗺 with dogs during breaks from filmings of his movies? 🥰

He looks and feels so happy with them, and they feel so comfortable with him 💖 I love it 💞

We already saw 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 last Friday in a new 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 (if you missed it, go to the link in my bio, and during this week I will upload photos from the programme), and I found these clips so adorable that I wanted to share them today 😍💘

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¿Qué mejor manera de celebrar el 𝐃í𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 (en Reino Unido) que un vídeo con momentos de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 con perritos en los descansos de rodajes de sus películas? 🥰

Se le ve y nota tan feliz con ellos, y ellos se sienten tan a gusto con él 💖 Me encanta 💞🐕

A 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 ya lo vimos el pasado viernes en un nuevo 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 (si te lo perdiste, ve al enlace de mi biografía, y durante esta semana subiré fotos del programa), y estos clips me parecieron tan adorables que quería compartirlos hoy 😍💘

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[kind-wolf]

Psycho version #1 and #2 😇 (left in the early stages of tinkering)

I love them! 😄

[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

[hecatemoon87]

Warnings ⚠️ smut

MINORS DNI

Master list for rest of story

Part V

Three weeks. That's a long time to wait when you're craving something. And three weeks is what Bob needed to wait in order to be formally released by the church. He would then return to being a layman, no longer the junior priest he had been for the past few years.

Bob decided he'd be professional and maintain his vows as he finalized his time with the church. But no such rules applied to Jocelyn. She would become his temptress in the following weeks. Would Bob prevail, or would he cave to his primal desire for the flesh?

His best chance at succeeding was to avoid her. But somehow that felt cruel and so he decided to visit her on occasion, wearing his white collar, hoping it would remind her of his chastity. It did not.

One afternoon, he decided to pop in to see how she was doing. Jocelyn was a freelance writer, prone to late nights and waking up much later in the day than most.

He made sure to stop by after 1 p.m. A more suitable hour, as she was cantankerous in the early morning. However, it still seemed in vain. Once he saw her face, he could tell she was in a bad mood.

Upon her pretty face, she wore a scowl. She said nothing, but let him inside.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He was hold a to-go cup of her favorite coffee and she snatched it out of his hand.

"My period that's what's wrong. I'm cramping," she said bitterly and walked into her living room, curling up on the couch.

Bob followed her and sat down next to her. "Sorry. Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"Yeah, but you won't do it," she said, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. She gave him a long look, a look he knew so well. A look that made him very aroused.

At that moment, he realized he'd just falling into a trap.

Jocelyn placed the coffee on a table in front of the couch and snuggled into his side. She stroked his chest, gazing up at him with her pretty doe eyes. "Since you're a priest, you don't have to fuck me, just finger me until I cum. It helps the pain," she purred.

"You know that's not how it works..." Bob said, his brain telling him to get up off the couch, but his dick was telling him otherwise.

"I just to need to orgasm, it helps, honest. You can at least do that," she said, snuggling further into him.

"Jocelyn, we've talked about this..." he whined, feeling himself grow.

"Shhh, all you have to do is finger me," she said, slyly moving his hand down her shorts and into her panties. He didn't resist and allowed her to guide his hand so that his fingertips rested over her soft, warm lips.

Bob released a throaty groan and then Jocelyn kissed him. He returned her kiss. It was slow and hesitant before Jocelyn shoved her tongue into his hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed his fingers through her wet folds, inserting a finger into her canal.

Jocelyn whimpered into his mouth as he fingered her pussy, the pleasant girth of his finger opening her walls. She moved her hand to rest on his crotch, kneading his cloth covered erection.

He found her clit and petted her into submission, still burying his tongue deep into her mouth. She arched her back and squeezed his cock, turning her face away to moan.

Bob watched as she came, her honey bursting forth over his fingers. Her brow knitted and her plump, red lips parted as she climaxed. He was infatuated, taking deep pleasure over just watching her be so vulnerable and sexy.

Once she came down, Bob removed his hand and went to wash the blood of it. As he washed his hand, his erection lessened, but not entirely. He glanced up in the mirror and spotted his white collar. He felt a pang of guilt.

But as he came back out he saw that Jocelyn was looking much happier than before. She was glowing with beauty and seeing that washed some of the guilt away, but not all.

"I have to go," Bob said, bending down and kissing her forehead. "I shouldn't have done that, you know?"

"Where's the fun if there isn't a little shame, my sexy priest? Next time, you'll have to make me pray on my knees," she said, winking at him.

He sighed, but not unhappily. He, after all, was leaving the priesthood to be with her. She was his joy, his purpose. And he knew her personality all too well. This was within her character to challenge him.

"I'll see you later. Try not to get into anymore trouble," Bob said, pointing a finger at her. She have him an air kiss and then he was out the door.

[bruneambre]

Those puppy eyes 🥺💖

TOM HARDY as Bob Saginowski in "The Drop" (2014) dir. Michaël R. Roskam

[angel-inked]

Don't lose sleep over it.

Forrest sleeps on a mattress on the floor, ever wonder how that came to be?

This also got a lot longer than I thought it would lol

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A slow day at the station with fair weather meant sitting out on the front porch, you were sitting in a rocking chair with a towel laid over your lap, peeling potatoes for tonight's supper, stealing glances at Howard, Danny, and Jack. Howard and Danny were passing a jar between themselves, despite having a crate sat at their feet, the pair of old friends were content to share one at a time as if it made it taste better. Jack let out a heavy sigh, resting his hat on his knee as he leaned back against a poll that aided in holding up the roof that covered the porch, brooding over God knows what. A relaxed smile rested on your face, the late afternoon that was slowly turning into an evening was almost perfect, given the absence of one of the brothers.

“I could run them blockades.” Jack said flatly. “You? A blockader? Shit.” Danny scoffed. “Ya know, Forrest don't like hearin’ none of your shit.” Howard said with a smug grin, knowing that no matter how ever many times Jack was told to stop complaining, didn't mean he was going to stop anytime soon. “Forrest ain't got no vision,” Jack griped, and you shook your head. That boy would be rich if he could make a living off of talkin’ about vision this and vision that, you thought. “He still sleeps on the floor, like a goddamn chinaman.” Jack continued as Danny passed the half full jar back to Howard. The eldest glanced at Danny as he took the jar, he sat it on the old oak barrel next to his side of the bench. He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and smiling at Jack. “I'll bet you don't know the story behind that do you, little brother?” He asked. Jack only stared in response, making Howard snort a laugh, “All started the day somebody broke into the goddamned place…”

“Son of a bitch..” Forrest grumbled quietly, walking up the front steps, glancing back at Howard over his shoulder. The eldest snapped his head up to attention, “You seein’ this shit?” Forrest gestured to the broken window, shards of glass littered almost half of the front part of the wrap around porch. Forrest sighed as he entered through the door, retrieving his revolver from his belt. “You check upstairs.” He said calmly, they've already dealt with their share of less reputable sources, it was the nature of their business and not many in said business had the pleasure of officials who turned a blind eye to them and their doings in broad daylight. Howard nodded and moved past him, marching up the stairs with all the grace of a compact herd of bulls. Forrest sighed heavily, damn it Howard. Thankfully there was only one set of stairs, however he wouldn't put it past some people to fling themselves out of a second story window depending on how desperate they were, he's pulled enough of his own risky getaway stunts to understand this on a personal level, and getting away from Howard was certainly something that could drive someone to such measures. The kitchen and barroom, and more importantly his office appeared untouched as he moved through the rooms. He stood steadfast in the doorway of his office, eyes studying every inch of the room to satisfy himself that there wasn't a single belonging out of place, with as much time as he spent here, of course he would be the one to know. He breathed deeply, a long deep comfortable breath of cigar smoke soaked walls mixing with the leather polish he used on the boots that he kept for nice, not that “nice” counted for much around here. He hung his hat on a crudely fashioned iron hook Howard had put by the door some time ago now, Howard was of course taller, so eye level for him was a bit over Forrest's head but that didn't matter, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. A content sigh left his lips, half a mind to pick up one of his ledgers.

“Forrest!” Howard called, Forrest flinched at the sudden break of his comfortable silence, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, grumbling incoherently to himself as he took a step backwards out of the doorway, supposing being hollered at by his brother was better than hearing a gunshot. His heavy boots thudded as he moved up the stairs, he'd never exactly gone out of his way to find Howard, didn't have to. Just follow the string of curses, they'd always lead right to him. Howard stood aimless in the middle of the bedroom, Jack's bedroom.. or what was left of it. Clothes were scattered across the floor as if thrown, Forrest knew they were folded and put away in the chest of drawers this morning, he'd been the one to put them there. Mattress and bedding turned over carelessly, they fared better than the frame itself, looking like someone had taken both ends of an ax to it. A splintered pile of broads, like someone had been in desperate need of firewood. Forrest wouldn't really blame them had that been the case, he'd been in that position before, knew a lot of others who had also been there before.

Howard glanced around the room, gaze finally settled on Forrest leaning a shoulder against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. The shorter male flicked his hazel eyes toward the leftovers of their younger brother's bed and back to Howard's face, he hadn't been able to tell if the feeling that spider-walked down his spine was a shiver or a tingle. The eldest settled on a mix of both, deadlocked by what was outwardly the stare of the middle brother, but inwardly, a dead ringer for the stare of a mother. Forrest had always looked the most like her. He'd always had her eyes, greenish hazel with flakes of honeyed brown, he attempted to shrug off the haunting memory. “This is it,” he stated, answering the unsaid question, “nothin’ else.” You learned how to answer without being asked if you spent enough time with Forrest, something the youngest had yet to master. Silence fell among the two men, Forrest readjusted his stance slightly, shifting on his feet, eyes moving around the bedroom. Howard idled, taking his time to stow away his weapon, awaiting his brother's command. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested his weight on one leg, a hip stuck out to the side, eyes following and tracing the paths the eyes of his younger brother carved out. “Hmm” Forrest finally hummed, stepping over the threshold, one hand settling in the pocket of his patterned sweater vest, “Best find something to fix that window,” he started, “bar it at least, until we get a replacement.” Howard nodded, and Forrest continued, “I'll sort this mess out.” His free hand gestured to the room, Howard nodded again, moving past Forrest without a word, off to do as he was told.

Forrest huffed, recalling how he spent their last trip into town doing all he could to hold Howard back from lounging at a pair of, well he still thought of them as boys, they were grown now. Howard ran with them once, if only because they were his age. They snickered at each other, Howard and Jack were whooped house dogs, according to them, and Forrest was an overly bossy prick apparently. “They don't know us.” Forrest had said out of earshot in an attempt to quell a frenzied Howard. He shook his head as if it would rid his mind of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. He flipped the latch on the window open, grabbing the stick that Jack used to prop it open. He sent the first piece of wood sailing out of the window, hurtling toward the ground. He'd stuff it in the barn later, even if it did end up as firewood later. Wood could always be used for something.

Howard spat on the ground, holding the rusty nails with his mouth may not have been the best idea in hindsight, but it got the job done. He yanked on the similarly rusted rebar, with not a single clue nor care where Forrest and Cricket came up with it, to make sure it held, it was a crude fix, but he still grinned when it stayed in place, he had gotten what he was after. The old screen door wailed on its hinges as he made his way to inspect his work from the inside. His pleased grin only widened. His attention snapped to the stairs when he heard a thunk, wood against wood, followed by a soft string of uttered curses. “Forrest?!” He called, no answer, figures. His feet carried him up the stairs before he really had a say in the matter. Whoever had broken the window was well and gone, but his strong instincts to protect kicked in nonetheless. His heavy boots stomped against the wooden floor as he rushed to his baby brother. The doorway was blocked by a piece of furniture, a bed frame, maybe? he couldn't see around or over it. “Forrest?” He said again, more confused this time. “Well, push the damned thing already.” Forrest responded from inside the room, sounding particularly frustrated. Howard propped a shoulder against the dark colored wood, bracing his legs as he put his weight into wedging the heavy object out of the way. It emitted a manner of creaks and groans, complaining with every inch of movement, a number of groans, grunts, and grumbling came from the two men brute forcing the movement upon it. Forrest would give him an earful later, but Howard ceased his pushing momentarily, adjusting his stance and growling at the stubborn simple bed. Resetting his feet and putting all his weight into ramming his shoulder against the frame, and something gave, it was through the door finally.

Forrest fell backwards with a thunk, he gazed up at the piece of furniture that now towered over him from this point of view on his rear. “Bastard…” he murmured, cursing directed at the inanimate object, not Howard. He huffed before going to get to his feet, a pair of arms snaked under his pits and lifted him, remaining in place until he found his balance. Howard rounded his side and came into vision, blue orbs ran over Forrest multiple times in quick succession. Howard could step up if needed, but without a solid source of direction, he would ultimately be entirely lost. Those concerned eyes came to rest on the middle brother's face. Forrest only softened his gaze like this for his brothers, bunching part of Howard's jacket in his fist, a couple light tugs and a pat on the shoulder made Howard smile at him. With the bedframe no longer stuck, Forrest muscled it into place with ease as Howard's features scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Where'd you get this?” He asked, not thinking about how his body seemed to help move the mattress in place automatically. Forrest paused, staring Howard down from the opposite side of the bed, a soft grunt fell from his lips as he turned to put the rest of the bed back together. Howard once again made to help without much thought on anything except what Forrest wouldn't tell him, he cornered the shorter male as he put a pillow in its proper place, studying Forrest's expression. “Aren't I worth answerin’?” Howard said, placing an arm either side of his younger brother's head, leaning on his hands and the wall. Forrest sighed heavily and audibly through his nose, ducking under Howard's arm and making for his own bedroom door. Howard of course, followed, stopping the door from shutting completely with his foot with very little force, albeit said door was slammed in his face regardless after Forrest smacked his side into it. Howard remained in place for a moment, staring at the door and nodding at nothing in particular, eventually sullenly walking to his door at the end of the hall.

“It's been that way since.” Howard finished telling his tale, “you got back from Cricket's, and didn't know the difference.” He added. The orange, pink, and purple gradient of the sunset was accompanied by the approaching rumble of an engine, the brothers shared truck came to a stop and Forrest lumbered out of the driver's seat, and the aforementioned Cricket Pate appeared from the passenger door, the grin plastered to his face got bigger when he spotted Jack. “Jack! You ain't gon’ believe this.” He chirped happily, showing off his newest jar of hooch. Forrest let out a satisfied groan as he twisted his midsection, making his back crack with an audible pop. He thudded up the steps with no hurry in his pace as Cricket chattered on about how he'd perfected his recipe, “I.. uh, had a little help, of course.” He added, glancing up at Forrest, who shook his head and shrugged, not sharing in the boy’s excitement with how many years he's been runnin’ shine now, wasn't worth fussin’ over. Forrest sauntered to your side, stubble pressed into your cheek as he caressed it with a gentle kiss, “Darl’” he drawled softly in greeting. Cricket had gone quiet, as Jack's focus shifted to his big brother taking his relaxed moments toward the front door, one foot got over the threshold before he stopped and turned back to Jack, who figured he knew he was being stared at, “The hell you watchin’ me for?” The middle brother asked, Jack turned away, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Hmft.” Forrest grunted at the lack of answering, and then he disappeared inside.