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sarkos · 7 months ago

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After an initial discussion and request for Massey’s drivers license, Grayson spotted a pot of boiling water on the stove and ordered Massey to remove it to avoid starting a fire. In doing so, Massey asks the officers – who visibly distance themselves from her as she goes to handle the pot – why they moved away from her. “Where you going?” she asks them. “Away from your hot steaming water,” Grayson answers, with a laugh, before Massey responds: “Away from the hot steaming water? Oh, I’ll rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” With his gun drawn, Grayson closed the distance between himself and Massey, who was beginning to kneel behind a counter with her hands up. Massey can be heard saying, “I’m sorry,” as Grayson continues to advance. “I’m sorry,” she says again as Grayson fires three shots, striking her with a bullet below the eye that exited from the back of her neck. As Massey lay dying on her kitchen floor, Grayson says he’ll go get his medical kit to render aid. “That’s a headshot. She’s done,” Grayson says before going to get the med kit. As the pair stand there with their guns still drawn, Grayson says: “I’m not taking a bullet out of her fucking head,” then points out that the water from the pot had reached his feet. “What else can we do?” Grayson asks his partner. “I’m not taking hot boiling water to the fucking face.” Grayson’s partner tends to Massey and at one point says, “she’s still gasping” and wonders what’s taking Grayson so long with the medical kit. When paramedics and other officers arrive, one can be heard asking, “where’s the gun?” Grayson replies that Massey had a pot of boiling water and threatened to rebuke him in the name of Jesus. Paramedics took her to a nearby hospital, where she was pronounced dead. Grayson has been arrested and charged with three counts of first-degree murder and is being held without bond until his trial is set to begin. It is exceedingly rare for police officers to be charged with murder in the death of a citizen, and hasn’t occurred in such a high-profile case since the killing of George Floyd in 2020.

Body-cam video shows Illinois police officer fatally shooting Black woman in face | Illinois | The Guardian

#sonya massey

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tieflingkisser · 7 months ago

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Body-cam video shows Illinois officer fatally shooting Black woman in face

White deputy Sean Grayson shot Sonya Massey, who called police in fear of a home intruder, after boiling water dispute

Massey, whom her daughter confirmed was paranoid-schizophrenic, had called police because she thought someone was trying to break into her home. When police arrived, they began looking into Massey’s home with flashlights, a neighbor, Cheryl Evans, told the Guardian. Evans wondered why police had not knocked on her door, as they typically have done in the past when searching for suspects. Eventually, Grayson, who is white, and his partner entered the home where they began speaking to Massey. After an initial discussion and request for Massey’s driver’s license,Grayson spotted a pot of boiling water on the stove and ordered Massey to remove it to avoid starting a fire. In doing so, Massey asks the officers – who visibly distance themselves from her as she goes to handle the pot – why they moved away from her. “Where you going?” she asks them. “Away from your hot steaming water,” Grayson answers, with a laugh, before Massey responds: “Away from the hot steaming water? Oh, I’ll rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” With his gun drawn, Grayson closed the distance between himself and Massey, who was beginning to kneel behind a counter with her hands up. “You better fucking not, I swear to God I’ll fucking shoot you right in your fucking face,” Grayson warned. Massey can be heard saying, “I’m sorry,” as Grayson continues to advance. “I’m sorry,” she says again as Grayson fires three shots, striking her with a bullet below the eye that exited from the back of her neck. As Massey lay dying on her kitchen floor, Grayson says he’ll go get his medical kit to render aid. “That’s a headshot. She’s done,” Grayson says before going to get the med kit. As the pair stand there with their guns still drawn, Grayson says: “I’m not taking a bullet out of her fucking head,” then points out that the water from the pot had reached his feet. “What else can we do?” Grayson asks his partner. “I’m not taking hot boiling water to the fucking face.”

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Massey’s death carries on a troubling legacy of racial violence in Springfield: Massey’s family said she is a descendant of William Donnegan, a Black man who was lynched by a white mob but survived during the city’s infamous 1908 race riots that took 17 Black lives over a two-day period in mid-August of that year. As a result of the violence and carnage, a group of white and Black Americans banded together to create the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Massey’s family said that the irony of having to reach out to the NAACP for help after her killing is not lost on them.

#you don't need to watch the video. the description is more than enough to understand just how sadistic and malicious this was #sonya massey #black lives matter #acab #news #usa #illinois

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cmcsmen · 2 years ago

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Living as a Practicing Catholic Father Right Now Today.

By Frank J Casella, CMCS Co-founder & Executive Director

Many of us men who read this newsletter are Fathers. To be a Father takes more than just having children – it takes living by example and treating our wives and women with respect. This can have an impact on our children three generations deep. We learn how to do this from watching how our dads treated our mothers. If you have a father who is a good role model, thank him personally or through prayer if he has passed away.

The growing epidemic of fatherless families, and our culture feminizing manhood, has taken a grave toll on children, both young and old, in the form of emotional, social, spiritual, academic, physical, criminal, and suicidal issues later on in life. It is not only fathers who have an impact on their children’s lives, but also uncles, grandfathers, and other male relatives. The fathers in these families are just one example of a role man can play in a child’s life.

Here are some ways you can support living as a Catholic Father right now today:

Live your life with integrity.

Be a good friend and supporter to your wife and children.

Don’t take things for granted – it’s important to spend time with your wife and children.

Be patient with your wife and give her the space she needs. Likewise with our children, especially once they are teenagers.

Communicate with your wife. There are many ways to communicate with your wife. Some couples find that speaking openly and honestly is the best way to get along. Others may prefer to write letters or cards to express their feelings. Whatever works best for you is the key to a successful relationship.

Lead by example and treat women with respect.

Listen to your wife and understand her concerns.

Spend quality time with your wife and children.

Kindness: Help each other make it through life. Make it simple.

Prayer: Ten minutes each day, tell Jesus how much you love him, and MAKE time to listen to the Holy Spirit speak to you.

Reading: Follow a daily Catholic devotional or read your Bible - Tip: ask God to speak to you, then open the Bible and start reading. IT WORKS!! (Subscribe to the US Bishops Daily Readings)

Devotion: Download and contemplate each day “A Man’s Prayer". Let the words speak to you, direct you. You will see a positive change in your outlook in life and world view.

Virtues: Download Bishop Perry’s Virtues of a Catholic Man. Work on one at a time, but make it a goal to work on them.

Support Yourself: Join or start a Parish Small Men’s Group. Make it your business to be at the next Bishop’s Men’s Forum, annually the first Saturday after Easter Sunday.

Support Others: Donate to CMCS your time, expertise, money. It was the pontificate of Pope Benedict XVI who urged Catholics to reach out and convert believers in society. Join the CMCS social media community and make comments from your heart.

Worship: Worship the Lord Jesus Christ who makes life truly worth living, as opposed to the temporal things of this world – money, sports, food, cars, women / porn, booze, work, etc. – more of Christ, less of you. If you're not filled with Christ, your full of yourself. Bring yourself to the pew each Sunday - then, if married, bring your family.

Courage: To be a great leader of people — inspire them to follow you, not your rules.

"We believe Jesus Christ set’s the tone and the description for authentic manhood. The Gospels offer the outline and formation for manly maturity and the carrying out of responsibility as a single man, as a married man, family man, widow and for a man’s last days as he prepares to meet his Maker! A man can’t go wrong with taking on the task of the Christian lifestyle."

~ Bishop Joseph Perry

#chicago #catholicism #frank j casella #catholic #male catholic spirituality #religion #jesus #illinois #fatherhood #fathers day

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lesbianrobin · 3 months ago

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funniest supreme court cases:

tanner v united states: if you're on trial and the jurors get wasted at lunch and snort coke in the courthouse bathroom and smoke weed during breaks and nap during the trial that's fine actually. their deliberations are still sacred and the verdict they return is final. they cannot give testimony about whether they or other jurors were high out of their minds while judging your case. according to the supreme court juries can be high as fuck and sentence you to life in prison or whatever they want it's fine it's fineeeee!

morse v frederick: if a high schooler cannot hold up a banner that reads "bong hits 4 jesus" on the sidelines of where they're passing the olympic torch, thereby displaying said banner on live television, without retaliation from his principal, then what is the point of the first amendment?? according to the supreme court educators can crack down on student speech which promotes drug use, even if said student is not on school property at the time of the speech. booooo supreme court we hate your pussy

illinois v caballes: i cannot even properly explain this one but imagine you are transporting like the Maximum amount of drugs possible to fit inside of your car and you are therefore trying to drive as normally as possible and speeding a little bit on the highway. you get pulled over for the speeding (bad luck) but the officer is just writing you a ticket he isn't searching the car or anything so you're gonna be fine! and then the cop's friend on the radio is like yooooo hold that dude there i got this sick new drug sniffing dog i wanna try out!!! so this guy's cop buddy shows up and uses his drug sniffing dog on you for no reason just for funsies and they find your $250,000 stash of marijuana. and you say um hey they did not have probable cause to search my car and the supreme court says drug dogs aren't searches actually so it's fine. your rights are not vindicated. you are roy caballes and you are the unluckiest man alive.

in re gault: fifteen-year-old gerald gault was sentenced to six years in a juvenile detention center for allegedly prank calling a neighbor. this is actually the one case on this list with a good ruling because the supreme court was like um. actually perhaps the fourteenth amendment should apply to children. but BEFORE they did that this poor kid got imprisoned for like a third of his LIFE for a prank call that he might not have even made it might have been his friend. this country is not serious.

berghuis v thompkins: which is not actually a funny case but the supreme court ruled that in order to invoke your right to remain silent, you must declare that you are invoking your right to remain silent. remaining silent does not count as invoking your right to remain silent. absolutely beautiful reasoning from the brightest legal minds of our nation.

#em talks

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em-harlsnow · 6 months ago

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the ages of shameless characters does nothing but drive me crazy, so I'm activating some detective skills to figure them out throughout the seasons. also - im ignoring the years or times that the seasons came out, just going by what the show says.

First off: Mickey - bday is 10 August 1994

Season 1: 16, because...

he's not in it much, he doesn't speak much, but we know two things - he's a teenager and he's under 18 since he goes to juvie. He's in juvie for some part of three seasons, so I think it's safe to put him at 16.

Season 2: 16 for a bit, then 17, because....

it's now summer, and Mickey comes out of juvie. I think he turns 17 that summer, because when he goes back in, people are wearing coats more so I assume it's getting colder, so it's past august.

Season 3: 17 for half, 18 for the other half, because...

it's summer at the start, so Mickey's been in juvie for like 6/7 months. he's still 17, because he didn't go to prison at any point. by the time he marries Svetlana, I think he's 18. I don't know how old you have to be to get married in Illinois, but I'll say 18 because American laws confuse me more than anything else. either way, again, people are wearing warmer clothes around the time he marries her, so he must be 18.

Season 4: 18, because...

it's winter, the whole way through. There's no way it's the next year, since Ian is still underage according to Mickey (altho there's a possibility he meant under the drinking age of 21, but I don't think so). So Ian's been gone for a few months, maybe like 5 since it could be Jan/Feb and he must have left Autumn time. Therefore, Mickey's 18. The whole time. Summer hasn't come, so his birthday hasn't passed.

Season 5: 19, because....

it's summer for the first part. Late summer, since the last half is in wintery time based on everyone's coats. We can assume that Mickey has his birthday either between season 4 and 5 or right at the beginning of season 5. So maybe he's 18 for like 5 seconds. But for the majority and the end, he must be 19.

Season 6: 19/20, because...

he's only in it for one scene (diabolical). I can't tell what the season is really, because there aren't many coats being worn at the start, and then loads at the end. It seems unreasonable that a whole spring and summer have been skipped, doesn't it? although, maybe it's possible. There are also some days when it seems really hot and some where it looks cold, so I have no idea. I don't know what the weather's like in Chicago, sorry. So he's either 19 or 20 when we see him. Most likely 20. Either way, he went into prison when he was 19, unless the trial was really long and lasted from winter to august, which I doubt.

Season 7: 21 (when he appears), because...

we have two episodes (again, very sad). it starts in the summer based on the t-shirts without jackets everyone wears. by the time ep 10 and 11 hit, it's colder. it's hard to tell at the end, since they're at the border or approaching the border and the further south you go the hotter it gets, and it's very sunny when mickey goes across. If season 6 really is that winter and they skipped the summer (which now makes more sense), it's the following summer, going into autumn. so, august has probably passed by the time we see mickey. so he's 21 now.

Season 8: 21, 22 by the end (even tho we don't see him), because...

no mickey (rude). we can still assume his age based on the seasons and other characters. it's summer again! I'm guessing it's the year after?? since it looked like season 7 was approaching autumn? that also means Ian and Trevor were dating for around a year, and I didn't realise it was so long to be honest. anyway, if it's summer again, at some point throughout mickey turns 22 (alone, in Mexico).

Season 9: 23, because...

one scene with mickey! it's still summer, the same summer as before I think, because there's no way the Gay Jesus thing lasted a full year. it looks like it's a direct continuation from season 8. by the last ep, Ian is wearing a hat and an undershirt under the prison uniform, so it's autumn-y time. so, mickey's either already 23 when we see him, or about to turn 23. by the end, he's definitely 23.

Season 10: 23 at the start, 24 by the end, because...

it's summer when Ian comes out of prison. I'd put it at early summer, since Ian says it's been less than a year of being in prison. so at the start, mickey's still 23. by the wedding, it's 'supposed to snow', so I guess it's full on winter. so august is passed, mickey is 24, and finally had his bday when he's with Ian.

Season 11: 24 at the start, 25 at the end, because...

summer again at the start based on all the t-shirts. early summer, because by ep 10, mickey goes swimming or does something in the pool, because I'm not convinced he can swim, which you aren't gonna do in the autumn/winter, right? by the last ep, there are more coats, and it's their anniversary so it's 'supposed to snow', so it must be winter time. so he's 24 at the start, 25 at the end.

In conclusion, Mickey is way younger than he seems (im not talking about Noel, he looks the age he's meant to be, he just seems older). Also, Gallavich has been together for 9 years.

Let me know if you disagree with any of this, I think I'll do Ian next! I don't know if this was obvious to everyone else and I'm just slow, but this is gonna help me loads when I'm figuring out weather seasons and ages for fics lol.

Shameless needs to deal with its shitty timelines. It was much better at consistency in the earlier seasons.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless opinions

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harrysmileycostume · 8 days ago

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Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

You neared the corner of his kitchen into his living space, bringing your glass of wine with you. You were cooking dinner while Harry wrapped up a work call.

Doing exactly what? You were unsure.

At first, you didn't mind that you were clueless about Harry's occupation. What did it matter? He'd likely dump you in a month, and your memory of him would be the best sex of your life. You had no issue with that.

Three months later, as you stood in his kitchen making your family's penne ala vodka, you were desperate for details. So rather than asking him like a normal person, you were snooping.

Being realistic, you knew it was likely Harry was into some shady shit. He was well-off, yet never spoke about his family, and didn't seem to work much. You came from an Italian family; you knew there were "alternative business opportunities" where you lived. Everyone pretended like there wasn't a mob, but being realistic, where the hell did everyone make their money?

"I know. She's so beautiful, it's unbelievable," he said, nodding. "Mhm, picked her up today."

You blushed. Harry grabbed you from work early this afternoon. You didn't expect him to be talking about you with a coworker.

"Yeah. It'll be sad to let her go," he continued, "but I think I've done a good job keeping her hidden."

You quirked your eyebrow. Wait, what was he talking about?

"With so many connections, I'm gonna have to watch my fuckin' back," he mumbled then. "But the plan is to drop her off Wednesday. And then she'll be gone and not my problem anymore. If they want her, they'll have to find her. My only job at this point is to keep everyone unaware until then."

You froze. Was he talking about his plan to traffick you?

Your head spun and you felt a need to sit down. But you couldn't let on what you'd just heard, no--he'd trap you here. You had no chance of overcoming him physically, you at least knew that from the bedroom. Jesus Christ, the man had the stamina of a marathoner.

You needed to act like everything was fine. And then, in the dead of night, you'd sneak out and run away. Run far from here. Call a cousin and catch a flight. You couldn't tell your family now; they'd try to rescue you, and he could hurt you before they got here.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll have my fun with her first," he smiled after listening for a while. "She's good. Sexy, mhm."

Your stomach churned, moving back into the kitchen at the stove as you realized the phone call was ending. Your sweet Harry, your dream guy with a mysterious flair. Was he really plotting against you all this time?

"Okay, I gotta go. Bye." He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and kissing your cheek. "Baby," he whispered. "Smells so good."

"Thanks," you mumbled.

He pushed hair behind your ear. "All good?"

You nodded. "Yeah, why?"

He shook his head. "You're tense."

You panicked. "Well, I heard you calling someone beautiful," you said, surprised as the words left your lips. Shit--your Italian genes were always getting you into trouble somehow. Why would you let him know you were snooping?

He nipped your ear. "Talking about you, silly," he murmured automatically, spreading his hands all over your body.

Your heart fell into your stomach.

"Dinner almost done?" he asked.

You nodded, turning off the stove. "Why don't you sit, baby? I'll serve you."

"Don't need to tell me twice," he said then, leaving the kitchen without forgetting to give your ass a smack.

If only you knew where he kept some fucking poison.

No--better to just leave things as they are. Go to bed tonight and disappear while he's sleeping. Then, as you jet off to Illinois or Milwaukee or someplace no one would ever voluntarily journey, you can pretend things ended.

Just as you knew they would all along.

That night in bed, Harry drummed his fingers on your thigh. "Y/N," he said softly.

Jesus, would he just fall asleep already? You thankfully avoided sex by telling him you were tired, but maybe you should've gone along with it because now he seemed to be playing chicken.

"Yes?" you replied.

"We've been doing this awhile now," he said.

You scratched your wrist awkwardly under the covers.

"What do you make of it?" he asked when you didn't reply.

"What do I make of us?" you asked back.

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

You bit your lip. If he'd asked you this before today, you would've been elated. Now, you were stuck on what to say.

"I think… I think we can just see where it goes," you said, trying to be nonchalant. "I mean, I care about you, Harry." You nodded, trying to act like you hadn't been scared for your life all evening.

He squeezed your knee, again sending chills up your spine. "I care about you, too," he said quietly, kissing your forehead. "You know that?"

Fuck--why did you mention overhearing him earlier?!

"Yeah," you replied.

He kissed your lips. "Good," he said, finally adjusting and shutting his eyes.

You ran your hand over his chest for good measure.

"'m not calling anyone beautiful but you, baby," he mumbled. "Don't you worry."

Your heart stilled. You needed to wait until he was dead asleep, and bolt.

An hour later, you decided you were either going to go for it or end up six feet under.

So you slipped out of bed, grabbed your phone, and ran. You ran out of his apartment, down flights of stairs, and out of the building. Only when you reached the parking lot did you hear him running behind you.

"Y/N," he called.

Fuck. He was gaining on you.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked.

Why did you park so goddamn far away? So much for getting your steps in.

You spun around and held your phone to your chest. "Let me go or I…" you cried, panting. "I… I'll call my family, and they'll fucking kill you." You weren't sure if now was the time for threats, but your strategy evidently wasn't all that great to begin with.

He sighed. "Y/N--"

You kicked him in the shin weakly and then turned around to run and he cringed before grabbing your shoulder and pulling you to him.

"Don't," you bawled as he locked his arms around your waist. "Harry, please. Please don't hurt me," you cried. "If you ever cared about me, just let me go," you sobbed, writhing in his grasp.

He brought you incredibly close, breathing slow and deep against your body. "You really can't break out of this?" he asked you after a second.

"Let me go," you insisted.

"No, try," he said calmly.

You squirmed, wailing.

"Hush, I'm not gonna hurt you," he said quietly. "Bring your hips back. Bend forward."

"Fucking pervert," you cried. "Fuck, let me go!"

"Try," he repeated, "Bend forward and twist around. Use your elbow to break out of my hold."

You finally followed his instructions and he let go of you quite easily.

"Now, are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?" he asked you.

"I heard you on the phone," you said.

"Yeah, I gathered that," he replied. "Pissed you off. Gave me some shit about being tired, and now you're begging me not to hurt you in the parking lot of my building."

"You were saying you're gonna drop me off on Wednesday," you cried. "Drop me off and then I'm not your fuckin' problem anymore. Like I'm a pig for slaughter, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you bawled. "This is what you do, you fucking sicko? You find unsuspecting women to sell to rapists and murderers?"

"I wasn't talking about you!" he exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? I'm not an idiot, Harry," you said, wiping your tears. "Well, maybe I am because I didn't suspect anything until now. But I should've known better for someone like you to be interested in me."

He frowned. "Y/N, don't say that."

"Please just let me leave," you whispered. "Let me go, and I'll tell my family to take care of you. You won't get hurt." That was a lie. You'd tell them to kill him. You couldn't have him kidnapping anyone else.

He screwed his eyes shut frustratedly. "I wasn't talking about you, okay? I was talking about… I was talking about a car for your uncle."

You blinked.

He shrugged. "I stole a Maserati for him. I have to keep it hidden for a while before he drives it or it'll cause suspicion," he said.

You narrowed your eyes. "You're the car guy?" you asked, folding your arms.

He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He cleared his throat. "Took a while for me to prove myself, for them to allow me to approach you."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "You know… I was into you. I'd seen you around… I knew your family was connected, and they wouldn't let you be with someone who didn't have their shit together."

"For the record, I can be with whoever I want," you disagreed.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "You think it's a coincidence a gorgeous, smart, sweet girl who's basically a Michelin star chef has stayed single this long?" he asked.

You chewed on your lip. It sounded like you needed to grill your dad next Sunday dinner.

"Anyway," Harry continued, "I worked at the car shop your dad goes to. I kept bugging him about an opening at the business… A year later, I'm stealing cars for a living."

You reddened. You were beginning to realize you had no idea how far this went.

"Once I did the first couple jobs, I asked him if I could take you out sometime. I knew it was only a matter of time til I ran into you again, and I didn't wanna waste my chance," he said.

"And he said yes?" you asked.

"He said to ask you and see what you said," he answered as though repeating from memory. "Which, according to your cousins, is a high compliment."

You paused, taking all this information in. It took a bit to bring yourself back to the present moment, standing in the dark parking lot across from the man of your dreams.

"I'm sorry," you spoke finally.

He smiled, shaking his head. "It's fine. We've just gotta teach you some self-defense," he said. He held his hand out to you and you obliged. He walked you back to his building.

"Do you know how to shoot a gun?" he asked conversationally.

"Are you fucking kidding?"

#mobrry #oneshot #harry styles #alternate universe #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot

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bcolfanfic · 2 months ago

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꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

blue ticket fic hehe

chicago, illinois. january 1946.

***3 weeks before the events of the blue ticket fic

got a doll baby, i love her so / nothing like her anywhere you go - atom bomb baby, the five stars

The club was a mix of heat, smoke, and noise that combined with the badgering scent of whisky and sweat made Johnny squeeze his eyes shut and back open where he sat, fighting to stay present. Too many nights of broken sleep had taken their toll- the tapering off of the nightmares he thought sleeping next to someone would bring proving to be nothing more than wishful thinking. Benny at least was good about it, understood better than anyone else would.

He helped how he could, powerless as he was to exorcise those demons completely.

Johnny sank deeper into the worn leather of the booth, bobbing his head lightly to the music, fingers messing with the rim of his glass.

Plenty liquor and a gang of beer A cozy corner and a word of cheer No one will bother us while we're here

Benny’s friends were loud and sharp-edged in that way they always got by the time the first hour slipped by. He wasn’t sure how he actually felt about them in one direction or another, wouldn’t elect to hang out with them- or come here- alone.

But he’d followed Benny out of the sky into a stalag. A little too much noise and friends that talked too loud was a low stakes trade off all things considered.

Benny played with his fingers under the table and Johnny kneaded the toe of his shoe into his ankle, head dropping back against the booth's backrest. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the way one of his friends was looking at him, glint in his eyes as he said something to the person next to him that he didn’t quite catch.

"You still like tying them up Benny?" The friend that had been on the other end of the whispering drawled, laughing under his breath as he glanced in Johnny’s direction. "I know you’ve got this one broken in already- can see it all over his face."

Johnny’s head snapped up so fast it made a wave of dizziness course through him. His cheeks burned- and his eyes did too.

He wanted to go home, he thought, sucking in one side of his cheek, toes curling in his boots.

"He got you callin’ him sir yet?" another voice, this time across from them, added with amusement. The person it belonged to moved his cig between his fingers to lean over the table and push at his shoulder with his knuckles. "Tell you a secret, the last one he brought ‘round before he shipped off called him that more than he called him his name. Had rope burns every time we saw him."

Another voice followed. "Yeah, tell us, Ben," came the next. "You break him in slow, or is he still flinchy?"

Laughter followed, and Johnny’s throat tightened, something burning in his spine. He didn’t need to turn enough to look at Benny's face to know he wasn’t liking this either, could feel in the way he shifted his hand over his knee.

"You ask me, I think Johnny’s got you on a leash," another one chimed in. "Never thought I’d see you get so soft."

His mouth opened- the thought of saying something to defend himself getting him that for- but he couldn’t make the words come.

Not before Benny’s voice cut through the haze, low and rougher than he’d heard it all night.

"Drop it."

Johnny’s fingers tightened around his glass, a mixture of relief and something else he couldn’t place settling in his shoulders. He worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, glancing down at Benny’s gloved hand that had tightened his grip on his knee.

"Jesus, laugh a little," one of his friends crooned right back at him, too loud- and mocking enough that it made his skin prickle.

"What’s funny?" Benny’s voice was sharper now and he raised his hand off of Johnny's knee, fingers splayed as he leaned across the rap them against the chest of the person who had made the last quip. "Think it’ll help if you explain what we’re supposed to be laughing at, hm?"

The air stilled, and Johnny felt Benny’s fingers settle back on his shoulder, caressingly aimlessly at the denim of his overshirt. He wanted to tell Benny that he could let it go but his tongue still wouldn’t cooperate well enough with his head to say anything.

One the others shifted where he sat, voice losing its edge when he spoke.

"I dunno,"

"That’s what I thought."

Johnny curled his fingers weakly around Benny’s wrist where it rested on him- pad of his fingers reaching to find the leather covering the back of his hand.

His voice was softer when he spoke up again, but Johnny could still see the glint of frustration in his eyes.

"Think we’re gonna call it a night, boys." He said, scooting over just enough to nudge Johnny with his hip.

Johnny nodded at nothing and went to move, legs feeling heavy as he waited for the person sitting the opposite side of him to stand so he could get out. When he did, he didn’t get up right away, yawning and pressing his face into the back of his hand.

"You okay?" Benny said quietly.

Johnny nodded again and reached for the edge of the table to steady himself as he stood, feeling Benny’s hand settling on his back as he joined him.

When they reached the door he held it open for him and the cold breeze hit his cheeks like a smack. He squinted into the streetlights, almost forgetting to follow Benny until he heard him clear his throat a few paces ahead.

He deliberately kept a few steps between them, hands shoved into his pockets as he walked, the eyes of every person they passed feeling a bit like they were watching them.

But this late, the sound of his footsteps was the only real noise between them

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Benny shut the door to his unit softly behind him when they were both inside, toing his shoes off by the door and shedding his jacket to loop over the hook. He took Johnny’s coat when it was off too, hanging it next to his own before he walked all the way inside, but Johnny stayed by the door, shifting his weight between his feet.

He traced Benny’s movements through tired hooded eyes and his chest felt tight, words pressing against his throat like a fishing weight before spilling out.

"Was what your friends were saying true?"

Benny stopped just short of sitting down on the couch, eyebrows quirking up just enough to be noticeable. Johnny could see him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a response not coming for another few seconds.

"Which part?"

Johnny swallowed and wasn’t sure what was worse- that he was asking or why he wanted to know.

"About the boy from before the war."

Benny’s expression softened but hesitation still lingered in the lines of his face. Benny’s fingers drummed a slow rhythm against his thigh. His nervous tick since he’d known him.

"Would it bother you if it was?" Benny asked, opening and closing his mouth twice before he kept on. "I didn’t do anything he didn’t ask me to, if that’s-"

Johnny bit his lip, staring down at his hands.

"No- no Benny I know."

He could sense Benny walking to him and breathed in through his nose, rubbing his face with his hand- leaving his chin resting in his palm.. “Dunno where I was going with that actually,” he said quietly, and Benny reached forward to gently move his hand, brushing his cheek with this thumb.

"‘s okay, you’re about to fall asleep standing up, doll."

Johnny smiled lopsided at the pet name before a yawn cut through it, Benny moving his hand off of his face to the back of his shoulder, nudging him in the direction of the bedroom.

He shed his clothes by the bed without much forethought and couldn’t get himself into the envelope of the mattress and blankets fast enough. He sat up just enough to have a good line of sightt as Benny undid his belt and discarded his own pants before he pulled his shirt over his head and sent it to the same pile.

His gloves he didn't bother to remove, Benny lips tugging into an amused smile when he looked up and saw where Johnny’s eyes had drifted.

Reaching out for him the moment he laid down, Benny pushed his hair back, tracing the line of his jaw before brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Johnny’s lips parted instinctively, the emptiness of his open mouth making his teeth feel strange in a way he didn’t know how to explain even when he wasn’t so tired.

Benny’s gloved fingers slid in slowly and he out a quiet hum as his lips closed around them.

Johnny's hips moved in a sluggish grind, and a groan slipped from his throat at the friction. Sucking harder, he reached up to curl his fingers around Benny’s wrist, tightening his grip when one particular shift of his hips made him jolt.

Benny moved his free hand, squeezing Johnny’s ass before sliding it between where Johnny was grinding against his thigh.

He palmed him through the fabric, for one- two- three four five seconds before he pulled his fingers out his mouth with a wet pop, taking his other hand away too. Mouth still slightly open, lips tingling, Johnny exhaled shakily, still half hard in his skivvies.

A kiss landed on his cheek, soft, and Benny nudged at his neck with quiet insistence until he turned over.

He could hear Benny taking off his gloves to set them on the nightstand. And when he’d taken care of that he grazed his bare fingers down his bicep, only lingering for a moment before he wrapped one arm around his waist, tugging him back more snugly against his chest.

Johnny’s hips twitched faintly against nothing, but he was tired to the bones of himself and sleep pulled him under without much of a protest.

#and then benny cnc fucks him while he's sleeping yayyy #oops i mean the end story's over!!! who said that!!!#benny x brady #brenny #masters of the air #benny demarco #john brady #mota #the song the bar is playing is lets get drunk and truck #frm 1936 #the father turns his face away

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