#susan glass

[your-mums-nuts]

Most married couple to ever not be married

[ariadnethedragon]

THE GENTLEMEN (2024-)

S1E8: The Gospel According to Bobby Glass

[fancymuffins-and-wannabecakes]

Whatever is going on between Eddie and Susie...

THAT'S ROMANCE!

[cookiedoughmeagain]

They're right and they should say it (x)

[expectiations]

EDDIE HORNIMAN x SUSIE GLASS

[simp-ly-writes]

"Can you check my heart?"

Paring: Jack Glass x afab!Reader

Summary: You are part of Mr. Glass's ringside team as a corner/cut man. You care for his wellbeing, prepare him for every fight, and act as an assistant outside of the ring. With all this time spent together- you both appear inseparable but as Jack puts it... your time together is always work-based... right?

Warnings: I know hardly anything about boxing/competitive fighting. Mutual pining, emotional angst, mentions blood and injury, light swearing, violence, protectiveness, jealousy, and fluff.

A/N: I am actually flabbergasted at the lack of gifs, edits, and pictures there are online of this man- your author here was scrambling for todays mood board. Thank you for the ask @gee72sstuff !!

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↳ You had been scouted and subsequently recruited to Mr. Glass's team only a mere months ago from an opposing boxer. Jack's trainer insisted that your hands worked magic and now, you had more than sufficiently proved that point.

The bell had rung, the round ending and you only had a few minutes until Jack would be called back to the centre, various voices yelled and cheered around as you stepped through ropes and leaned down in front of a sitting Jack. He eyes were set cold and dark over your shoulder into the other corner, his shoulders were tense as he breathed heavily.

Taking your hands, you raised his arms and set them atop your shoulders before gripping his jaw to inspect his face over for any cuts or scrapes as you made haste of applying the chemicals. He did not wince or stir once as you counted down the minutes in your head and focused on your work unknowing to the small smirk casting over his features.

The boxer opened his mouth, leaning forwards and trying to brush your foreheads against once another yet you pulled back as he scoffed and looked at you in the eyes before you shined a light in his pupils, checking for a concussion after the rather nasty hit he sustained at the end of the round. Blinking rapidly afterwards you patted his shoulders, grossing yourself out instantly by the sweat that now coated over your palms.

With a minute left, you raised his gloves off your shoulders, "Focus up, trainer has some pointers," you shouted over restless fans as Jack provided a firm nod and you slipped back through the ropes. Taking a seat near the commentators, your knee bunched anxiously, mixed anxiety and adrenaline pounding in your ears just as a clear glass of ice and liquor was waved in your face, a few droplets spewing on your pants.

Flicking your eyes over, Susie Glass sent you a smile as you took the drink, chugging it down before placing it on the table behind your chairs as the next round started. "Thanks for that- needed it," you said while wiping your mouth with a new towel from your bag. "I could tell," she said, eyes focused on the match as you did the same.

Jack slammed his glove into his opponents jaw, blood spewing out onto the canvas below as you both stood up, fists raised in a cheer, the ref kneeled beside the downed boxer, the crowd chanted as you started to make your way ringside for a potential early closing of the round, equipment bag slung over your shoulder as the trainer bumped their shoulder with your own with a large smile.

The man kneeled into a stand with a slight wobble as the ref checked them over before signalling for the round to start once more. Jack bounced up and down, feet dancing around as he took a shot to his shoulder as you winced hands now gripping the warn leather strap of your bag as it made indents into your palms. Jack proceeded to duck around a combination of swing before slamming a body shot into his opponents side, the bell ringing a few moments later as you jumped into the corner.

Allowing the trainer their time with Jack, you took a stand at his side, hands casting over his shoulder as you assessed the bruising and placed an icepack gently to the hit. You brought a water bottle filled with electrolytes from your bag, using your other hand to help him take small sips before you both were called out of the ring for the final round.

Your eyes kept flicking between the clock and Jack as you took your seat back beside his sister who now gripped your arm, her bright acrylic nails digging into your arm as she squeezed every time Jack narrowly missed a hit. You cursed out, watching as a small cut appeared on Jack's cheek, blood dripping and falling off his cheek as you prepared your medical supplies, mindlessly taking a quick sip form his water bottle as mouth became dry in panic.

"That was fucking gross," Susie calls from beside you as you snap your head towards the ring instinctively, now further injuries you could see as you swing your head towards Susie who stares down at you, thirty seconds left on the clock. "What was?" you questioned with a raised brow, hands now blindly searching around the bag for were your scissors went. "You just drank out of the same bottle," she deadpans as you shrug your shoulders.

"We share food and drinks all the time, hardly any difference," you state before running back to Jacks corner as the final bell has rung, Susie hot on your heels as Jack raises his hands up in victory. Eyes searching over the crowd before finding his team, sending you a wink that you just barley catch.

You bend over the ropes, you quickly lead Susie through the various guards, reporters and photographers alike towards her brother before trying to slip back through the crowd. Jack hastily grasps your arm, wrapping it around your shoulder before slinging his other arm over your waist as you crash into his chest. Your nose scrunches up in disgust as Jack chuckles above you, his breathing starting to even out in pace as yours only speeds up, cheeks a flushed pink before Jack allows you to pull away.

Susie looks towards her brother with a raised brow as Jack tilts his head, preforming nonchalance as both his manager and trainer lead you all back down the hall and into the locker room. Your endgame schedule follows out as scheduled, Jack holding up his gloved in front of your face with warm eyes as you smile and gently pull them off for him, setting them in a nearby duffle bag before inspecting his hands thoroughly as his trainer begins an ice bath in the back.

Jack's manager and Susie stand with the bodyguards by the door, speaking in hushed tones as they talk money and bets. You pick Jacks left hand up, eyes casting over every knuckle and finger, asking him to extend each once before flipping his hand around and repeating the same actions for his other hand.

The boxer loves this moment, the peace of having you play with his bruised hands and features without a care in the world but your touch against his skin. Black latex gloves now cover your hands as you carefully pull away each bandage and fix every cut, scrape, and bruise to the best of your ability. His trainer places his hands on the back of your chair as you add the finishing touches alongside your favorite part, the infamous kiddy plaster you place against one of his knuckles- a symbol of your work. You open the options, and choose an astronaut themed band-aid as a giggle escapes your mouth as you pat it down onto his hand.

Jack picks up your finished work, inspecting it with a chuckle himself before helping you to stand and leading you towards his sister. "Good fight, Jack," Susie states, inspecting over your work with a satisfied hum. "Thanks sis, great work doc- as usual," he teases as you swerve away from another hug, stepping out into the hall as Jack starts to undresses at the sound of the door closing behind his sister and sets himself to bathe and shower.

You then go into assistant mode, walking alongside his manager towards the end of the hall as you book a car and set a reservation at a nearby restaurant in the downtown core. As you press close on the call and switch your runners into heels, using the wall for support, you stumble forward at the call of your name from down the hall as you spin around to face the opponents manager with a professional smile and extended hand.

Much to your surpass they rotate your hand, bending down and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as you look to your side, seeing the stressed look of Jack's current manager eyeing you both, eyes flickering down the hall in a panic as you pull your hand away, smile tightening into a thin line. "Is there something you wish to talk about?" you cut straight to business as they send up a smirk, standing tall and fixing their suit jacket.

"Yes there is something, maybe it is better to be discussed behind close doors, I have a... proposition for you-" heavy footsteps come crashing down the hall before stopping beside you, a hand now rests on your lower back. Jack casts a charismatic smile their way, arm flexing under the letter-jacket he wears as clear your throat. "What's going on here, love?" Jack asks sarcastically, "Nothing much, just a potential new job..." you trail off, tipping your head up to his face, "Really now?" he raises an eyebrow. "Yes really, now if you can excuse us both, I have an offer to listen to, Mr. Glass. You have a dinner booked with lovely Susie here and the Duke of Halstead- he sends his praises on todays fight. I forwarded the email a few minutes ago, it should be in your inbox alongside the meeting notes with your manager later this evening. Your apartment has also been cleaned, there are a set of roses on your nightstand from Miss. Audrey."

Jack lets you go, placing a hand to his heart as he mocks heart yet by the hardness in his eyes, some of it stands true. "Ouch, Doc. Last name basis now and everything- I think you need to check my heart, might be a bit broken after that." You shake your head, flicking his forehead before walking down the hall, you don't make it far before Jack calls after you both, "Come meet us for dinner after you are done here, I need you to check over some stuff..."

"We will call tomorrow, Jack. Have a goodnight," and with that Jack watched you turn around the corner as Susie pulls his attention back. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing," Jack states with a huff before leading his sister into the awaiting car.

↳ A/N: maybe workin' on a part 2 for this.

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[bellzsad]

the gentleman has the opportunity to create an AMAZING slow burn and it better fucking happen

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Walking through those woods, what transpired there, what he offered her, what he did- was more than an apology, it was a promise. She saw it in his eyes and their refusal to stray from hers, in the relaxed set of his shoulders, and the ease with which he executed Collins. 'I will never cross you again.'

A promise she, perhaps, didn't quite deserve given what she'd done to push him there. She didn't have the guts to stand up to her father, let Edward exit... If she were being honest, her actions were maybe also selfishly motivated. She didn't want him to leave, and not just because of business logistics, she liked him. Liked what he brought to the table. His knack for strategy, his reserve, his subservience in the truest form of allegiance.

But it was a promise she'd only seen grow with intensity since then. Atonement, and something more, something greater. It was devotion. After all that struggle, Edward Horniman had taken a knee. He was her general, and she his Queen. She'd seen it, sensed it, just below the surface months ago. Her father wasn't the only one who'd seen his potential born of station and profession. He fit the part, his quiet command.

It was this same quiet command that drove her heart to hammering, drove her to challenge him in the woods, the test he'd accepted unflinchingly. "Journey" she'd called it, but this whole endeavor had been his journey. That was graduation.

[pedroam-bang]

The Gentlemen (2024)

[your-mums-nuts]

[scarlet-doll-13]

Can someone settle an argument for me. Halstead Manor must be somewhere in Surrey for how close it is to London.

My point stems from episode 2 after Johnston's gala in londond, Susie drives Eddie home.

What do other people think??

[cookiedoughmeagain]

The Gentleman series on Netflix, reasons to watch:

Beautiful people, stylishly dressed and wonderfully shot ...

A fantastic mix of characters, from a literal Duke to travellers, stoners, and even an American ;) ...

Plenty of humour ...

Slightly over the top, slightly comic violence, plus overall fabulous directing from Guy Ritchie ...

A fabulous selection of well-cast familiar actors, Vinnie Jones and Ray Winstone in particular ...

Great plot/character development across the series and it is, imo, absolutely perfectly set up for a series two 🤞 with loads of potential for more entertaining chaos.

Plus ... plenty of 'ship-worthy scenes to be getting on with in the meantime ...

(The series is apparently a spin off of an earlier film, but I watched all of the episodes before I even realised the film existed, and it didn't feel like I was missing anything for having not seen the film.)

[josephinekhawaja]

For fellow fans of both series “The Gentlemen” and “The Penguin”…

My now irrevocably being Team Sofia Gigante Falcone over the titular character who will thus inevitably survive the series and possibly be the demise of my favourite character I feel can be summed up by that conversation between Susie Glass and Freddie Horniman. How she would do anything for her brother Jack Glass, in contrast to his readily offering up to her his brother Eddie. I could not immediately find a clip of it online so if you know, you know. But 100% Alberto was the Jack to Sofia’s Susie, while for me there is no getting past what Oswald did to his own two siblings in the flashback. Somebody needs to fix a hard Kaya Scodelario gaze upon him for that and that would still be him getting off scot-free.

As far as any last-minute predictions go, the way Sofia spared the life of Eve in the sixth episode, and technically that of Victor in the seventh though he got the crowbar experience, I expect her to spare the life of Oswald’s mother in the eighth. Though clearly her revenge will be the final revelation to Mrs C as to what her middle son actually did to break her brain and their family back in 1988 or whenever. And I still find it poetic if somehow he is the one ultimately responsible for her death, as the only person in the world he at least has himself convinced he has never betrayed. And potentially Oswald responsible as well for the death of Victor; you can have an Os or you can have a Vic, but the former cannot continue to exist with the latter as he would always be the Billy to his Agatha Harkness, that drop of redemption. And I have been loving the idea of Oswald’s childhood hero Rex Calabrese being his biological father, and certainly the reveal of his image shows them to be having the same hair and eye colouring. I just assumed Mr C (well, technically he is another Mr C) had been named in the series and I never clocked it, but if Rex is not the father of all three children then he is definitely the one of our antagonist protagonist.

[simp-ly-writes]

My Girl

Can be read as a standalone. "Can you check my heart?" - pt.2

Paring: Jack Glass x afab!Reader

Summary: You are a part of Jack's ringside team. When you both start to drift apart, Jack realizes how much he needs you and he's willing to do just about anything to have you stay close.

Warnings: 3000~ words, I know hardly anything about boxing/competitive fighting. Mutual pining, emotional angst, mentions blood and injury, light swearing, violence, protectiveness, jealousy, and fluff.

A/N: Kinda wrote more than I was expecting... lol.

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↳ You open Jack's apartment with a series of knocks, waiting a moment before unlocking the door. The brown paper bags, stuffed to the brim with his nutritional intake for the next two weeks burn your arms as you curse yourself out, an apple falling out of the bag, off your foot and rolling down the hallway as you set the bags down on the countertop and chase after it.

You heard a series of moans, the bed creaking and the headboard slamming against the wall and Jack groaning out praise after praise to the girls muffled cries. Rolling your eyes, you re-organize his fridge and call his meal-prep agent alongside the cleaner before leaving a note on the fridge that you were here. Locking the door back behind yourself, this was definitely nowhere near the first or last time you were highly aware of Jack's bedroom activities.

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↳ At almost every team dinner, and even some where you thought to be a team dinner only to find Susie tipping her glass of red wine to you as Jack stood up to greet you with a kiss to your cheek, his newest date sitting down at the table- eyeing you up and down with disgust as you raised your chin and plopped yourself beside the Boxers sister rather than Jack himself.

↳ He often would vocalize when you stood to far away, talked with a team member for too long or didn't call him that day. You were used to his apparent clinginess, understanding of the tight relationship you had to form in order to take care of his welfare- or at least thats what you told yourself every night.

↳ Yet even after a break between fights, even when you did not put a plaster to his skin. Jack kept a box of kiddy band-aids in his travel bag or washroom, placing a colourful sticker to his skin as your eyes always fell to where-ever it was placed. Like clockwork, his date would ask why he wore such childish things and Jack would shrug his shoulders every time, casting an arm over the back of their chair, watching as their cheeks painted themselves pink and changed conversations.

--

↳ In the mornings you would rip the blinds and windows open to air out the room form the smell of sent and musk, his date would stumble out of the bed, face flushed and run towards the washroom- taking the dirty sheets with them as Jack would lean against his forearm, laying still against the headboard with a smile as he stared at your beauty in the morning light. How the rising sun wrapped around the curls of your hair like a halo. "Mornin'" he said in a sleepy tone as you shoved a cup of coffee and protein muffin into his hands you picked up on your way here. A separate pastry already sitting on the bedside for his date.

"Good morning Mr. Glass," you spoke in an even tone, in recent times you started to notice more and more how your eyes lingered on his back muscles that flexed during training as you sat on the sidelines, bag ready and waiting to treat any injuries. His date always sat beside you as you did your best to tune out their overwhelming stupidity towards the sport. Your heart would race every time he would pull you into a deep hug after every victory no matter how big or small. Or the rush of blood to your face whenever he called out by one of his nicknames for you.

Susie had also made comments as she surprised you one day, bottle open from your wine storage as two glasses were freshly poured and waiting on your coffee table. She swirled her glass, asking if you and her brother were anything more, warning you against any further steps. You respected Susie, being a women in such an industry was a sight to behold no matter how many times Jack turned you away from any extra violence his family was starting to become known for. You promised her nothing would ever happen as she shook your hand to that.

So you called Jack by his last name, giving him a title to set yourself apart. You stopped giving him your colourful plasters, walked faster in front of the man and sat across from him in the car so that his tired head would no longer sleep against your shoulder in the car. You felt his stares as you moved away from him yet you did not know of his heartache.

Pulling yourself back from into the present as the toilet flushed and the girl poked her head out, already looking towards you with a guilty look, you poked inside Jack's closet, presenting her with a t-shirt of his and her pants from the floor as the door closed one again. "Are you staying for breakfast?" Jack asked with a small voice, taking another snip of his coffee.

You looked down at your watch, cursing out as you tapped your foot against the hardwood floors, paying no mind to his question- you were dead-set into work-mode. "You have training at the Halstead estate in forty minutes. I need her out of here in the next ten and you in the car in under twenty."

"Do I get a reward for being quicker than that?" Jack teases, stretching out as his bones crack, sheets sliding off his lap as you begin your swift departure out of the room. You stop for a moment, door open as you cast your chin over your shoulder, "No, but it would make your clients happier," and with that you close the door behind yourself and make your way towards the lobby.

Jacks manager eyes you up and down with a raised brow, "You alright?" He asks concerned as you shake yourself out and scroll through your emails, forwarding a few to the man, "Yes, I should be," you state while hopping into the passengers seat, giving the driver a smile as the passengers board in the back, the wheels turning into the city streets.

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Everyone on the team had seen the physical and emotional changes to their fighter as you spent less and less time with him. Those daily calls now weekly check-in's, you only saw one another in the ring and during practice. He was more stoic his once charming personality on camera now sharp words and stares much like his fighting style. He threw heavier punches, anger coating his features as he did not care for himself- smiling at the pain knowing that you would come and see him afterwards.

You stood, bandages in hand, sadly not coloured as you taped his face and adjusted his nose. His blood dripped down your hands as he picked up the cooling towel from around his shoulders and started to dry the blood off your hands, hating to see the way it stained your skin yet you pulled away, slamming a water bottle in his face while taking a step back for his trainer to give pointers once more. Jacks gaze was set on you as he nodded to the notes, you held his gaze before slipping under the ropes and back down to ringside.

Susie flashed you a smile as you gave her own of your own, leaning back in a chair as you smiled soon turned into a series of winces as Jack pummelled his opponent into the mat, slamming fist after fist right in front of where you both were sat.

His nose was beyond repair, front teeth missing as his opponent began chocking on his own blood. The ref called for the match to be over, pulling Jack off the broken and bruised to victory. Jack relished the cheers before casting his gaze towards you, his glove pointed outwards as his mouth piece hanged out the corner of his mouth.

Susie stood up, walking in front of you and into the ring as you moved towards the locker room to prepare your gear. You winced as the other boxer was wheeled out to an awaiting ambulance beside you. Zipping open your bag, you set up your scissors tape and chemicals before pulling up a chair to the centre of the room.

Jack waltzed his way in, and spun himself into the chair before you, his gloves raised with a smirk as you made work of them. Slipping them off, handing the red gloves to his sister who placed them carefully into the bag at the side. You leaned over Jack's face, applying chemicals with cotton swabs as you grasped his chin, tipping his face to ensure you gathered every scrape.

Your gaze followed the sweat still slipping off his forehead, down his chin and neck, down towards his abs that flexed with every breath he took. You noticed a small cut to the right side of his chest as you stepped in between his extended legs and gently pressed against the area, wrapping the bandage around his shoulder with gentle hands.

Just as you were about to step away, Jack looped his fingers through your belt loops and pressed his forehead to your shoulder as he grounded himself to the sound of your breaths. "Mr. Glass, I have told you not to overexert yourself, you had by far the judges opinion at the half-way mark, there was no need to push yourself so far. It could lead to injuries, taking you out of the ring for months if you do this too much like you have..."

You feel sympathy for the man before you, feeling as his hands shake at your hips before you start to comb your fingers through his hair. He moans out at the contact, pressing his face further into your stomach as you blush and look around the room to here his date stood. You quickly flash your eyes between her and the top of Jacks head as she receives the message and starts to make her way towards you both.

Once she is stood just behind you, you slip away as she replaces you just as quickly. Upon the first touch, Jacks eyes flash open as he raises his head, standing up tall as the girl steps away, confused. You have your back turned, zipping your bag closed as Jack stalks up behind you. "Mr. Glass whatever is the matter?-"

"The matter," Jack chews the words, spitting them right back in your face with a glare. "The matter is you. It is Jack to you, not fuckin' Mr. Glass. Now do tell me, what did I do? Or whatever fucker made you act this way?"

Your eyes go wide, this is the first time Jack had ever raised his tone with you as you clench your bag to your front in a way to protect yourself. Adrenaline was still strong in his system, only fuelling his anger. His muscles flex as he restrains himself yet as the girl from behind him takes a step forward and your eyes dart over to her own in a sorry for this, I don't quite know whats going on look. He presses his hands either side of your head against the wall of lockers, ensuring your attention remains on him.

"Mr. Glass this is highly inappropriate," you speak out while looking at him dead in the eyes. "It. Is. Jack. Now tell me, who?" His one presses forward as you hear multiple footsteps exit the room, the tension eating away all the oxygen in the room as they stand for air. You shake your head, "It was never you Jack..."

His forehead now leans against his own as he asks you again in a lighter tone, pleading. "Then who made us act this way?"

"I-I can't say-" He pulls away hands dropping from the sides of your head and onto your shoulder as he realizes the panic set in your eyes, his heart aching in newfound pain.

"Was it my manager, my trainer, Audrey..." he searches your eyes for clues as he lists every name he knows, "... my sister?" BINGO, you cast your eyes away, looking at her guilty as she stands, shoulders straight and tall, glancing between your both. You close your eyes, Jack presses a kiss to your cheek as your signature blush finds its way back across your cheeks as you allow yourself to fall to the bench underneath you.

Jack walks across the room, daggers in his eyes as he stares down his sister, "Why." He states rather than asks as Susie meets his gaze with an equally hard one, "You are a professional, Jack. We cannot be mixing vices-"

"They were never one of those to me-"

"Well you fucking might as well treated her like one- or actually less than that, making her hear every time you came when she took care of every one of your other needs. Forcing her to attended non "work-related" dinners with another woman on your arm..." she continued to list as you let your dip, his current date no where to be scene as guilt started to consume you for making such a mess.

Susie continued, "I was doing what I thought best to protect two of my friends, seemingly from one another." You shake your head in your hands, overwhelmed with emotions, you were upset with yourself, with Jack for how his outburst and with Susie for having one foot on the right side and another in the wrong.

Jack kneels in front of your from as Susie leaves the room to let the two of you be. He removes your hands from your face, holding them in his own. "Did you really feel that way? Like I used you?" Jack asked in a featherlight tone, voice warm and comforting in comparison to his earlier tones.

"Jack, I know you are my boss. You are my work in the end ad whatever silly little feelings I had could never be anything more. Sure I hated see you with those other women, hated waking up every morning to walk into a room with your dick wet in another woman. I was always holding you so close and yet we were also so far away from one another. Susie made me realize how toxic I was being to myself, holding out for something that wasn't right and... I distanced myself to what a relationship like ours should look like."

Jack nods his head, maintaining focus to your every word as he wipes away your tears with a fresh towel from your bag. You laugh internally, realizing how the roles have been reversed just as another cry escapes between your lips to Jack's next words.

"I'm sorry for making you feel this way. I... I wanted you- want you so bad but everyone around me said that I would end up losing you- making me think that I was never good enough for you. So I tried to get rid of these pent of feelings, these emotions and every time I was with someone- could only see small features of them I liked that reminded me of you... it was always you in my head, giving me something to fight for, fight myself for..." Jack takes a deep intake, his hands now playing with your own as he intertwines your fingers together.

"...I never want you far, can't function without you, fuck- I fucking love you for lack of better words." You both chuckle out through your own tears, arms wrapped around one another as you sit in the dirty locker room. "I love you too, Jack. Even when its not good for me," you whisper into his hair, soaking in his touch after so long apart.

"But if this is going to work, you need to promise me a few things," you state, gripping his shoulders, feeling him press a light kiss to your neck. "Anything to keep this," he gives you a light squeeze as you shake your head at his corniness. "I know you secretly love it, doc."

"No more hook-ups, no more overexerting yourself, and no more "work-related dinners." I am getting your manager to hire you a new assistant," Jack nods his head to every demand. "Your wishes are to be fulfilled, but you are stayin' ring side right?"

"Of course, Jack," you say, pressing a coloured plaster to the back of his neck. It has various puppy-dogs sitting on a hill together. Jack chuckles feeling as you brush his hair back into place with the small claim again. "I miss these."

"How'd you know I placed one?"

"Something in me clicked into place." You groaned out at this comment, doing your best to pull away as you jokingly gaged. Jack picks you up as you quickly latch your arms around his neck as he walks you both out towards the car. A bright smile casting over his features as the rest of the staff members pack the gear away in the boot.

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[pedroam-bang]

The Gentlemen (2024)

[your-mums-nuts]

And that’s it. That’s the whole show.