#doingtime

[zaff1974]

[seoll3miwrites]

Spencer: I have a bad feeling about this...

Hana: What do you mean?

Spencer: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Hana: No?

JJ: That actually explains so much.

[daletraeng]

See the lyrics for the song “Doing Time” by Avenged Sevenfold

[bullet-prooflove]

Crazy, Desperate Things: Jeff Clarke x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Bolt - It’s love at first sight when Jeff meets you during a call out.

Symptoms - Jeff decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.

Stay - Jeff turns up on your doorstep.

Ruin (NSFW) - You and Jeff ruin each other.

Cupcakes - Jeff knows how to cheer you up.

Home - Jeff realises he’s started to build a home.

Exs - You catch Jeff and Lisa arguing outside the firehouse.

DoingTime!Series:

Bail - Jeff doesn’t expect you to stick around after he’s arrested.

Caveat - Jeff’s freedom comes with a caveat.

Not Now, Not Ever - Jeff tries to give you an out.

Conjugal - Jeff decides to call time on the relationship.

Doing Time - Jeff realises where Lisa hid the weapon.

Sunlight - You wait for Jeff outside the prison gates.

Jeff becomes attuned to you throughout the course of the relationship, the ebbs and flows of your moods, the subtleties in your body language. He can tell at a glance, how your feeling, what you’re thinking. That’s how he knows there’s something going on right now, something you’re not telling him.

It started this morning with a phone call. You’d been on your way out the door with Rocco, taking him to doggie daycare when your cell had started ringing. He could tell from the tone of your voice that something was wrong, that and how abruptly you hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” He’d asked you, pressing a recyclable coffee cup into your hand.

“Telemarketers.” You had told him before bolting out the door.

It’s the first time you’ve lied to him.

It’s only now as Jeff pulls up outside your place that he understands why.

He knows who Elliot Grover is, he’d googled the man after you’d told him about what happened in Missouri. A political fixer, well established on the circuit. Jeff knows the stories that the newspapers don’t print and it makes his blood boil to see this man standing on your doorstep.

Jeff gets that you can handle your own shit, life in the ED isn’t for the faint of heart, but tonight he makes the choice to step in because he can see your fear a mile away.  You mask it well underneath that stoic expression, but it’s the clenched fist that gives it away. It’s something you do to combat the tremor that vibrates through your body, you dig your nails into the palm of your hand because the pain, it helps to ground you.

When he lets himself out of the truck, he slams door behind him, the vehicle rocking with the force of it. He feels that surge of adrenaline pulsing through his system as he strides towards you because Grover, he’s in your face, practically screaming.

He hurtles up the steps, his hand enclosing on Grover’s shoulder as he tears the other man away from you, shoving him backwards.

“What the fuck?” Grover spits indignantly, his gaze coming to rest on Jeff. “Who the fuck are you?”

“The boyfriend.” Jeff snaps as he puts himself between you and the threat. “And the guy whose going to beat the living hell out of you if you come around here again.”

“We’re not finished…”

“Yes, you are.” Jeff tells the other man, his furious blue eyes boring into Grover. “You are not to come anywhere near her again, you are not to contact her. You are going to get in your car and start driving to any place that isn’t here.”

“You have no fucking clue who messing with…”

“I know exactly who you are.” Jeff snarls, cutting him off. “The only thing that’s keeping me from bouncing you down those stairs is the mess I’ll have to clean up afterwards.”

Grover’s jaw clamps shut, his gaze fixating on you for the briefest of moments. There’s a hate in his eyes, its so visceral that Jeff can practically taste it. He says nothing he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket before retreating down the steps. Jeff doesn’t move, not until Grover gets in his car, not until he starts the engine, not until he sees the taillights disappear down the street.

“You ok?” He asks you, his palm coming to rest upon your shoulder. You’re trembling, he can feel the vibration underneath the tips of his fingers as his thumb sooths over the curve of your throat. “Noelle?”

“Yea.” You say, exhaling for what feels like the first time since you found Elliot Grover standing on your doorstep.

Jeff cradles your face in his palm, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone, the one that Grover fractured almost three years ago. He hates the fact that happened to you, that someone hurt you, abused you. It was only once you’d told him, but once was enough.

“What did he want?” Jeff asks you.

Grover’s left you alone for the past three years, there hasn’t been a word from him and now suddenly he’s here in Chicago. Jeff guesses that’s what the phone call was about this morning. He’d wanted to meet, you’d told him no, so he’d turned up at your place instead.

“He’s being investigated.” You tell Jeff as he studies your expression. “Some of his methods…”

You trail off but he gets the gist. There’s been a couple of corruption scandals coming out of St Louis recently, fraud, embezzlement, missing funds. It isn’t a stretch that your ex would be involved with something like that.

“Does he think you know something?” Jeff asks, struggling to put the pieces together.

You sigh and Jeff’s eyebrows furrow into a frown because there’s something you’ve not told him about your time in St Louis, he’d sensed it the first time but he hadn’t wanted to push. He’d assumed you’d tell him when you were ready.

“I knew he wasn’t going to let me leave.” You say quietly, stepping away from him. You’re withdrawing, trying to collect yourself and he lets you. It’s hard going back to that place, the one where you were trapped, scared. “So I took some files off his computer…”

“And that can be used as evidence against him.” Jeff says knowingly as he leans against the railing.

It makes sense, that fury he’d seen tonight in your ex. He’s a man that’s used to being in control, to holding all the cards and you’d taken that away from him. It won’t be long before the investigators come knocking, your story, that evidence, Grover’s looking at prison time. Jeff knows what that feels like, the weight of it, the pressure…

It can lead a man to do desperate things, crazy things.

“I should have turned him in back then.” You tell him, your palm rubbing over the back of your neck. “I should have…”

It’s not as simple as that. Jeff knows what it’s like to break away from something toxic, to have your world fall part and have to pick yourself back up, start over.

“Hey.” Jeff says softly, his fingertips tipping up your chin and guiding your gaze back to his. He wants you to see that this doesn’t change anything for him, that he doesn’t judge you for what you did, on some level he understands it. “You don’t have to explain it to me. I’m just glad you were strong enough to get yourself out of that situation.”

He doesn’t want to think about the alternative, what would have happened if you hadn’t left.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” He says cradling your face between his hands, his lips brushing over your skin as he kisses away the salt that stains your cheeks. “We’re going to call Antonio and we’re going to give him everything you have on Grover, we’re going to get that man out of your life, once and for all.”

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[patchgame]

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[impossiblyzealouspost]

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[brumes4k]

Nightmare playthrough of Assassin’s Creed Odyssey quests with Ultra High graphics quality, 4k@60fps. This Quest: Doing Time After the confrontation at Pylos with Deimos, Kassandra was imprisoned in an Athenian jail. However, before even attempting to escape, she had some important things to say to her captors.

0:00 Intro 0:21 This Quest: Doing Time ▬ #AssassinsCreed #AssassinsCreedOdyssey #Nightmare #DoingTime ▬ Buy me a coffee? https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/brumes4k/5EUR Help me grow? https://www.patreon.com/brumes4k Web: https://brumes4k.eu Twitter: https://twitter.com/Brumes4kV

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[bearrepublicnetwork]

I got sent to the hole! #theshu #senttotheshu #doingtime #facebookpenitentiary #myzingerwasbetter (at Wanitakashiro, Otsu-shi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF1AQufpaND/?igshid=1n4s4ptljwhrf

[bullet-prooflove]

Caveat: Jeff Clarke x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @witches-unruly-heart @telepathay @iworldlywriter @caffeinatedwoman @winchesterszvonecek @whateversomethingbruh @burningpeachpuppy @upsteadlogic @skyesthebomb @neapolitantoebeans @olymosity @stxrryswvrld @courtney-elizabeth93

DoingTime!Series:

Bail - Jeff doesn’t expect you to stick around after he’s arrested.

Despite how thankful Jeff is to be on bail, it comes with caveats and one of them is the tracking anklet.

The damn thing chafes like a bitch.

Not only that, his particular model needs charging on a daily basis, which means for almost two hours a day he has to sit next to an electricity outlet, trying to figure out a way to entertain himself. The suspension doesn’t help, through times of trouble he’s always immersed himself in work, now he doesn’t even have that. He busies himself instead by fixing up things around the house, the leaky faucet, the creaky door, the bookshelf that leans just a little to the right. When he burns through that list, he turns his attention to the garden. He’s been meaning to fix it up for a while, he’s just never had the time until now.

Rocco becomes his helper, when he sees Jeff digging, he gets involved too. That dog is his saving grace throughout his suspension, the two of them go running together, hangout in the park. Rocco doesn’t care about his misery, he just wants to play and that helps Jeff forget about his predicament.

There are other issues with the tracking anklet. It tends to get in the way when things get heated. The two of you discover there are certain positions, certain acts that you have to rethink because it either agitates him, or irritates you. He finds it immensely frustrating.

It’s not just that, he clips it on everything, tables, chairs, doorframes. He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s fantasied about taking a hammer to the device, or using bolt cutters.

“I hate it.” He tells you one night as he cooks dinner. You’re sitting on the counter with a glass of wine as he chops ingredients on the counter. “I want to tear it off and toss it in the river.”

You both know what the underlying issue is. It’s Lisa. That anklet is a constant reminder of the grip she has on him, the fact she holds his life in her hands. She could stop this case at any time, tell the truth but she won’t, she likes having him in this position, at her mercy.

You both know she killed Hayes, you both know she’s framing Jeff, the problem is there isn’t a damn thing the two of you can do to prove it. As much as he wants to fight it he can’t, if he shows up on her doorstep, he’s intimidating a witness and that just adds to the charges. He’s had to talk you out of trouble a couple of times, when you’ve had the car keys in your hands ready to march over there and give her a piece of your mind. He doesn’t want this to drag you down, to fuck up your life because truthfully he knows that would just be icing on the cake for Lisa.

“Come here.” You say softly and Jeff sets the knife down, before slotting into the space between your legs. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close and he buries his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume. The aroma of jasmine floods his senses, soothing over his raw nerves as he cradles you close.

“You and Rocco are the only things that are keeping me sane right about now.” He murmurs against your skin. “I don’t know what I’d do without the two of you.”

“You won’t ever have to.” You assure him, your forehead coming to rest upon his. “Me, Rocco, everyone at 51, we’re here for you. We’ve got your back.”

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[roboace]

In these crazy times and with it being so busy at one of my jobs I did not pack a lunch. So I decided to grab a few items from the store. Top left is my lunch, noodle bowl, hard boiled eggs, sushi. Well..... 1800 grams of sodium later and I feel bloated. So I am glad I am working until 8:30 pm tonight to burn all of this off. I also had a prison flashback, So.... anyone wanna play me in spades for some noodles I am stocked and I will front you. I give you 3 get 5 back, hahaha. Only some people will get that. I am here all day pop over and get what you need and say what's up. MAKE IT A GREAT DAY! STAY SAFE! MUCH LOVE! @nissinbrasil #nissin #cupofnoodles #prisonflasback #prison #doingtime #sodium #spades #roboace #roboacescom (at Lidl US) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hc-BXFYpm/?igshid=1hftgqluerxal

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