#if I had a nickel for every time there’s been a fucked up prison in a da game

[impossible-rat-babies]

thinking about how the crows just have a whole ass prison. like they put people in there for fun and entertainment. that’s deeply fucked up but also incredibly cool

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

oh Spencer Reid is so 'Prison Daddy fuckable' it causes me pain 😔

the list is actually shorter than I though 💀

- Spencer Reid - CM

- Dick Grayson - Titans

(im only on season one and I only know he ends up in jail cause of that post you reblogged)

- And now maybe im wrong about this one cause I haven't watched the show in years and it all just feels like a fever dream, but Killian Jones may or may not have been arrested or spent time in jail or was imprisoned and i feel like im right to think he has been because like all of the people in that show have - Once Upon a Time

I feel like there is for sure one or two I’m forgetting or maybe I just over exaggerated how many I thought there were (sorry for the false information). but I’ve definitely liked some that should be in prison.. 👀 *ahem* Joe Goldberg

okay!!! so it is mostly just Dick and Spencer!!!! lmao

it is one of those "if I had a nickel for every time I wanted to fuck a fictional man who went to prison (and looked really good in a prison uniform) then I would have 2 nickels. but it's a coincidence that it happened twice"

OITNB is a whole different case. that's a whole coin purse. but that's a prison show and fictional women can do whatever they want and still own me

also okay, I have seen You (I only saw the first season, and I have been meaning to watch the rest because it looks really good), and I find Joe interesting as a villain - as a lover of horror movies, I love psychotic, self absorbed, entitled characters like him (especially when their logic is so flawed) because they are so interesting to watch, but sometimes I find him annoying and even though he does some really smart things, he does also do some really dumb things that make me scream. but I never really found him hot.

I find characters hot more by their actions than their looks (like 90% of the time, a character's actions will make them look sexier to me, like with Daryl Dixon) - but that never really happened to me with Joe. maybe it would happen in the later seasons. but I would definitely write a fic with him as a romantic interest just because he is so complex and fascinating to study (like a creature - I want to put him under a microscope...)

but I love Beck. Elizabeth Lail as Vanessa in FNAF made me fall in love with Beck 10x more

anyway lmao

[sourestcandy]

if i had a nickel for every game i've played whose entire plot is picking up the pieces of a story that's already been told, i've have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but i'm surprised that this is even a trend. though, honestly? good! because games where the player is piecing together something that's already happened is really, really interesting.

(very very late night ramblings below: heavy spoilers for omori and ultrakill)

what even kicked this off is when i realized ultrakill isn't about the player character. in fact, it would be the same if v1 were completely removed from the story. layers of hell are still being purged by machines and heaven is still in mass hysteria because god has literally fucking left the picture. the only real difference is how gabriel would experience his character arc, as v1 specifically would not be antagonizing him. even then, it's possible v2 would take its place as its only major difference is having regular plating instead of blood-absorbent plating.

the story has already happened. whatever story is left would have been played out anyway. gabriel was eventually going to realize that he had committed various atrocities for an entity who had abandoned him. both prime souls have the outcomes of staying trapped in a fleshy prison, roaming a wasteland that's been torn to pieces, or dying (of which is undeniably the best outcome for them). the only people who are "happy" in this story are the residents of heaven, and even then, they're not exactly thrilled knowing their ruler has abandoned them.

why does it matter? because you have zero influence on the story. you have no say in what happened or what will happen. everything will play out the exact same with or without you. you're just there to pick up the pieces of what god had left behind. at most, you're an archangel's plot point, which could have easily been filled in by another machine or by time itself. despite being unique, you're expendable. this isn't a concept that's explored very often: usually the player character is given a very prominent role and has notable feats nobody else could possibly achieve. not ultrakill, though. you're just trying to survive, albeit in a manner that's unique compared to other machines (remember that v1 is the only known model to absorb blood the way it does).

omori, on the other hand, does give the player character a prominent role and notable achievements. after all, sunny is a one of a kind individual. he played violin and he is very creative, as made evident by the sketchbook in white space and the existence of dream space. he's made friends and has left an impact (both good and bad) on the people around him. unlike v1, sunny is a whole-ass human being doing human being things. you cannot have the story of omori without the character sunny.

like ultrakill, you the player are only there to piece together a story that's already happened. unlike ultrakill, there's still things to be explored, as every character in the real world experiences growth in some form. you're witnessing something that wouldn't have happened if sunny just didn't participate in the story (yes, hikikomori exists, but it's late at night and i don't feel like making that fit into the post).

the most interesting part, really, is how these games show the player that they're late to the story in drastically different ways. ultrakill never says it outright; you're told that mankind is dead, blood is fuel, hell is full, guns shoot bullets, and everything bleeds. you're never directly told that you're in the midst of a fruitless venture. you're never told that other machines will rip hell apart with or without you. you're never told that there's nothing to gain after hell is completely cleaned. as of right now when Back to the Cyber Grind is the newest update, you have to go out of your way to find this out - and when you do, it's a punch to the gut. in a good way.

and then there's omori.

omori tells you right out the gate - in fact, from the "about this game" section on steam - that the story is already done. you're playing a murder mystery where you're the murderer and you don't know it. you're not setting out on a grand adventure and embarking on a quest - you're hanging with friends, spending what little time you have left with them, settling low-stakes disputes, and unearthing memories that were once buried. you're just a fuckin' dude living your life when suddenly memories of killing your sister start invading your dreams. you're not part of a new story, you're reliving an old one.

now i hear you asking, "sour, what the hell are you blabbering about? why does it matter that two games show the aftermath of stories that already happened? who even gets excited about not being directly shown the real story of a game?" and honestly, it's 4:03 AM, i just watched an ultrakill theory video on one of my precious days off, and i'm gonna have to admit that i don't really have a point to be made. i just really like it when games do this. these games are what it feels like when you're late to a class but someone lets you read their notes. i like that and think more should exist in the world. that's all.

now if you'll excuse me, i need to slip into a 48 hour coma.

[squarebracket-trickster]

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Rules: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work? Give a list of these things!

@on-noon don't mind if I jump on your open tag. I can get soooooo weirdly specific with this...

Oh yes, and I am going to carry on the open tag. Anyone that wants to join may.

Read More because oddly specific requires lots of words--

A female character from a very disadvantaged background (see political prisoner, indentured servant, peasant, enslaved person, poor etc.) who has an unlikely meet cute with someone (male) who turns out to be extremely privileged (see royalty, crazy rich etc.). They become friends. One day she has a really rough day, ends up sick, and he takes care of her (like makes her meals, rubs her shoulders, holds her hair when she throws up etc.). They don't end up dating until a while after this happens. If I had a nickel for every time this shows up in a story I'd have dollars by now.

Two or three female characters that my straight-ass spends years trying to ship with every palatable male character in the story to see if I can make them date. After years without success I finally realize that these characters are lesbians and they were made for each other. When their story arcs get finalized into canon they have an epic friends-to-lovers slow burn romance.

A main female character that, in hindsight, should have been my clue that I had ADHD. Re: talks too fast, says the most random shit, won't shut up, sits weirdly in chairs, really good in a crisis, always waving her hands when she talks, sensory issues galore, no eye contact, last minute queen, always has a song stuck in her head, can list 50 digits of pi but can't remember why the fuck she just walked into that room, and most importantly, me saying about this character, "I feel so relaxed when I write/daydream about her. It's like a release. Like, I can finally be myself and do all the things people think are annoying, but everyone in her life thinks she's funny and likes her energy." Like, you might as well have written MASKING ADHD directly across my forehead.

A monarchy that becomes a republic by the end of the story because I want to write about attractive princes and badass queens/empresses but I am also an anti-monarchist...

A character who was based off an irl friend that lost relevance in the story and got written out, only for me to eventually drift away from that friend or discover that they weren't the friend I thought they were.

Long rants about whatever topic I am learning about in uni at that time (assigned to a particular character for plot reasons). This week's rant was on Populism...

A couple that I decided could never be a couple because the power imbalance and political nonsense was too problematic, who ended up becoming a couple anyways because I have no self-control and them being together was just so *feels*. When all is finalized into canon, these couples get a glorious enemies-to-lovers slow burn that lasts several years and plenty of denial (in homage to my own feelings on the subject).

That moment when a character takes off their disguise and reveals that they are, in fact, a princess, goddess, secret agent etc. in order to save someone's life.

Idk what some of these say about me. idk if I want to know...

[cleverthylacine]

that new robot husband poll

As y’all have noticed, I’ve voted on all of them.

Some of the takes that I’m seeing in the comments just have me completely cracking up though.

“Chromedome has had 4 husbands and Sunstreaker hasn’t had any, therefore Sunstreaker must be the better husband...”

In what universe is having 4 dead spouses a worse indication for the success of subsequent marriages than just not ever having been married before?

“Lugnut would be terrible to live with and Fortress Maximus is so cute!”

Fortress Maximus used to run a prison. He was on his way to rescue the beastformers on Tebris VII and decided that he needed to waste his time trying to take Grimlock (who’d already been horribly tortured enough) back to jail and that he’d just arrest the Scavengers on the grounds that they were Decepticons and he’d probably be able to get something on them if he just took them in.  And he can’t keep his hands off beastformers no matter how much they complain. In other words, he’s a hypocritical fascist with bad boundaries.

Lugnut is not the brightest candle on the menorah, but Lugnut loves without reservation and is unfailingly, deeply loyal. He’s not conventionally handsome, but he’s pretty cute.  Come on.  We could all do a whole lot worse than Lugnut.

Blurr

I forget who Blurr was matched up against, but since I personally do not want a sex-free marriage, no, because the idea of fucking someone who does everything that fast is not appealing.

Ten Vs Tarn

Honestly, I’m surprised that anyone would consider marrying any DJD member other than Nickel or Vos.  Although Ten might present some consent issues, IDK. Then again, like Groot, he only says one thing, but the meaning is pretty clear every time.

[melis-writes]

Eyes like Stars [Bobby Axel x Reader Multi-chapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 6 - All I Need.

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18+, explicit smut, multi-chapter read.

“This is Emily, she’s my girl.” / "I want you so bad. I want every bit of you.”

Bobby's past relationships and the years he spent in Needle Park looking for a fix are revealed in this chapter as the two of you spend more time together than ever. On a little date with Bobby, you come to get to know your boyfriend on an intimate and personal scale better. Both opening up to one another now as a couple, you can hardly sit still at work anymore–simply too eager to get home and to Bobby. Feeling the pressure on from your career and your branch manager's attempts at putting you down, you finally speak what's on your mind against him. The desire to constantly be in one another's embrace and presence is mutual between you and Bobby now; unable to get your hands off of each other which starts as confiding and comforting about your day to your first time having sex and getting intimate with each other.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of past drug abuse, mentions & depictions of drug dealing, prostitution, heavy smut, loss of virginity, heavy fluff.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The first chapter with smut and intimacy is here and it's the first of many! 👀 This fic differs in the way that it revolves around the reader's personal and intimate relationship with Bobby almost solely. Life, career, problems and everything else surrounds you two and impacts your relationship, canon to the fic's plot and characters' true personalities! 😅 So expect a LOT of smut and fluff in this fic almost in every chapter and mostly more than once. If you've read my Michael Corleone x Reader fic, "Moth to Flame", this'll be very different as there isn't a major, action-based plot involved meaning there is a lot more room for personal drama and tragedy as we've seen in the film! This smut fic is taken up a notch as a result, there's a lot more vivid sexual detail. 🥵🥵

Bobby’s release from prison marks the end of his and Helen’s relationship and you find yourself spending more time with Bobby and taking care of him after everything he’s been through. Working and living in Manhattan as a college drop-out, you distance yourself from Helen who Bobby and you take solace with one another in hopes to get out of the toxic lifestyle of drug use—promising each other to start a new life with one another and get clean. Falling in love with Bobby, you experience a mutual, passionate and loving relationship with its own highs and lows that promises to bloom into something more serious but also can threaten to collapse. As Bobby’s new girlfriend, your relationship hangs on a thread with old skeletons coming back into Bobby’s life, relapses, and a new panic on the horizon that threatens to undo it all.

[ 2 Years Ago ]

It was one thing to fuck and let out that built up sexual frustration anywhere at any time, but another matter entirely to sloppily fuck for a score of heroin, especially upstairs in the backroom of your own father’s convenience store.

Tucked away in the furthest corner of the dingy room where practically no sound could echo out or be heard at any other point in Bert’s convenience store, Bobby had both Bert and all of his customers downstairs fooled.

“This is my first time, you know that?” Lindsey breathed as Bobby had pinned her against the boxes the moment the two got up in the backroom and closed the door.

After all, he was balling Bert’s daughter, Lindsey, for the first time and solely for two nickel bags of smack once Bobby caught wind of just who was selling the best shit in town and for what price.

“Yeah?” Bobby practically tore off Lindsey’s panties as he lifted her skirt up. “I’ll make short work of you, darlin’. You got ready for me, huh?” He was referring to the bottle of lube Lindsey stole from downstairs.

Surprisingly, Lindsey didn’t want cash or alcohol from Bobby in return. She was more than happy to get the bags off of her hands if Bobby gave her the best fuck of her life; now tired from playing with herself alone and too shy to approach Bobby and his friends by herself.

“Yeah,” Lindsey giggled breathily as she handed Bobby a condom—also stolen from a pack that was neatly tucked back on its counter in the store aisle where she found it.

A deal was a deal, and it was no different from paying eight dollars for two nickel bags at the time—especially when smack was flowing in like milk and honey in the streets.

“First time ain’t gonna be your best time, baby.” Bobby unzipped his jeans and yanked it down his ass along with his briefs—letting his half-erect cock free as he began to jerk it off. “You know that?”

If Bobby just had to fuck his way through for two bags that could last him at least a few days if he was careful, then he’d prefer that all the more than spending any money he doesn’t have to.

“Yeah,” Lindsey eagerly glanced back at Bobby’s cock and licked over her lips. “Gonna hurt?”

Instead of counting stock and organizing inventory in the backroom for her shift, Lindsey clutched tightly onto a stacked pile of cargo boxes in front of her as tight as she could.

“With this much lube? Nah.” Bobby tapped the back of his fingers against the bottle in her hand before he got fully erect and rolled the condom onto his cock. “Gonna feel real sore and tender, though. You sure you want your first time with me?”

“I know what I want. Trust me, I can take it. I like the pain.” Lindsey grinned back.

Her one leg was spread apart, with the other lifted up by Bobby’s hand. Bobby could tell, virgin or not, Lindsey’s pussy spread apart and was already dewy from arousal.

“Try to keep quiet, so your old man don’t hear.” Bobby’s eyes darted down to her pussy as he licked his fingers and wet them before spreading her. “Ain’t no sound gettin’ up here, but the fucker's got radars for ears.”

Lindsey arched her back and leaned her chest against the boxes in front of her as she moaned from Bobby’s touch. “C-can’t enjoy myself now too?”

“I didn’t say that, did I?” Bobby spread Lindsey’s pussy further, his eyes widening a little in confirmation. “Yeah, you’re a virgin, alright. Gonna be a tight fit…”

It was Bobby’s first time having sex with a virgin, after all. Whether he personally liked Lindsey or was really attracted to her all now didn’t matter. As long as she was comfortable and liked how Bobby fucked her, the closer Bobby would be to taking his nickel bags home.

Maybe he’d come back if she offered to sell smack to Bobby again like this, but it didn’t really matter to Bobby if she asked for money next time or not. It’s not like he specifically would enjoy fucking Lindsey, or so he thought at the time.

Bobby coat the condom over his cock entirely in lube and warmed it up as he pumped himself. Once he was practically dripping with the slippery liquid, Bobby poured some more onto his palm and smothered it over and around Lindsey’s pussy.

With each touch, Bobby saw that Lindsey slightly bucked her hips back in response, and her pussy contracted. Bobby could tell she was much hornier than he was because while this was personal for Lindsey, Bobby was just doing this to score.

All lubed up within a few minutes, Bobby didn’t waste time beginning to fuck Lindsey. He spread her pussy as wide as he could with his free hand and pushed into her tight little hole with a slow thrust.

Lindsey pressed the side of her face against the box she was clutching on and squeezed her eyes shut. She welcomed Bobby’s thick cock penetrating her for the first time, enjoying the feeling of fullness in her gut.

Bobby couldn’t tell at that moment if he knew he was going to have trouble staying hard because of how much heroin he had been using or if it had anything to do with the fact he wasn’t really attracted to Lindsey.

Knowing that could neither be an excuse nor something he could deal with at the moment, Bobby leaned his free hand upward the moment he had more than just his tip inside of Lindsey.

He pulled Lindsey’s tank top down roughly to reveal her large breasts—her nipples now hardened and pressed up against the cargo boxes. In an instant, Bobby felt his cock pulsating from a sudden surge of arousal shooting up through him. Just what he wanted.

Bobby glanced down and saw droplets of blood around his condom and slathered more lube on the shaft of his cock before he filled Lindsey’s pussy to the brim.

Lindsey let out a moan, half in pain and half in pleasure, as Bobby’s hips met with hers. Bobby grunted and continued to hold Lindsey’s thigh up with one hand and kept his other hand clutching a fistful of her hair to control the pace and angle of his thrusts.

“You’re bleeding,” Bobby grunted out quietly, thrusting in and out slowly three more times.

“Good,” Lindsey moaned back, “do it… Push in again—faster.”

Bobby licked over his lips and began to pick up a normal pace thrusting in Lindsey as her pussy relaxed and grew accustomed to Bobby’s thick length. Her breasts jiggled against the boxes she was up against with each thrust Bobby gave her from behind.

“And just how many sexual partners have you had unsafe sex with you?”

All that surrounded the two was a half-used bottle of small lube sticks to a ripped condom wrapper on the floor; a most interesting way to lose your virginity to Bobby Axel, but one Lindsey could have hardly contained her enthusiasm for.

“Just a couple, but I know them.”

Bobby rode Lindsey’s frilly skirt further up her waist quickly with his free hand. He had been at it for about a good ten minutes now and hadn’t had a decent fuck in a week before that.

“No prostitutes of any kind?”

“You got a nice ass, you know that?” Bobby murmured back to Lindsey as he watched his hips slam up to hers.

“Y-Yeah?” Lindsey could hardly make out a coherent sentence as Bobby slicked in and out of her with ease.

“No, just intimate partners, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Bobby squeezed Lindsey’s thigh, now confident he could keep his erection as he continued fucking her.

It wasn’t long until he sped up, recognizing from Lindsey’s body language and movement that she was as comfortable as she could be getting rammed by Bobby’s cock.

“Y-you gonna cum in me, Bobby?” Lindsey moaned loudly.

Eager to make her cum and get this over with, Bobby’s mind was just on how he and when he would shoot up his new bags of heroin as his hips quickly jerked in and out of Lindsey.

“How am I gonna cum in you with a condom, baby?” Bobby panted and gave Lindsey’s ass a smack. “You outta give me another bag if you want that too.”

Bobby hated condom sex, but he understood it was more necessary than not. He felt like he was sick and couldn’t taste anything but ate because he was hungry.

“Y-you know, I can…” Lindsey whined and moved her hips back in rhythm with Bobby’s.

He knew he didn’t have anything, and neither did Lindsey, especially with this being her first sexual interaction, but it wasn’t STDs Bobby was concerned about—it was strictly about not getting Lindsey pregnant.

“And safe sex partners?”

“I ain’t ready to be a father, darlin’.” Beads of sweat formed over Bobby’s forehead as he watched his cock slide in and out of Lindsey’s reddened pussy.

“H-how about you cum in my mouth?” Lindsey’s eyes were half-open as she continued to let the rush of pleasure daze her.

“Yeah, that I could do.” But first, Bobby would have to make Lindsey cum, and he knew that. “You gonna swallow it down or make a mess for your Pops to clean up?”

“I’ll swallow,” Lindsey giggled back.

“The number probably ranges to a dozen or somethin’ like that.”

Bobby paired his harsh thrusting by toying with Lindsey’s wet clit at the same time. Sweaty and hot from the friction, he pressed his chest against Lindsey’s back while he fucked her thoroughly from behind.

“You were a heroin addict formerly and had a dozen sex partners?”

With two coupled sensations of pleasure, Lindsey would have lost her balance from the weakness in her knees. She began to moan out even louder, unable to keep herself quiet, and was proving even more irritating for Bobby as she still hadn’t reached her orgasm.

“Yeah, I had a lot of sex. Back then, I was really active.”

Bobby knit his brows at the sounds of Lindsey’s high-pitched, girly moaning. “Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, yes, YES!”

She sounded like a pornstar wannabee, and Bobby knew she wasn’t faking it either—which is why it began to severely annoy him.

“Lindsey,” Bobby breathed out, but her loud whines and squealing overpowered Bobby’s voice.

‘Shit,’ Bobby thought to himself as he glanced down, feeling his erection beginning to wane.

Knowing that heroin usage can and usually does lead to erectile disfunction now, let alone Bobby fucking someone he’s not necessarily attracted to and now turned off from, he’s about to grow soft at any moment.

“Harder, Bobby, harder! Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah!” Lindsey rolled her eyes back in pleasure. “Right there, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good—”

“Lindsey,” Bobby raises his voice, attempting to maintain his erection.

“Ohhhhhh!” Lindsey squealed, her thighs beginning to shake against Bobby’s. “Bobby, Bobby…! Bobby, more! More! Fuck! Give me your cock!”

‘For fuck’s sakes, this little horny slut.’ Bobby rolled his eyes, knowing if he had to listen to any more of her whore talk, his dick was going to shrivel up entirely.

Bobby clasped a hand around Lindsey’s face harshly and gave it a shake as he breathed against her neck. “Stop,” Bobby slapped Lindsey’s cheek with some force, “stop fuckin’ moaning; my dick is about to go soft.”

“H-huh?” Lindsey blinked in confusion, not having registered a thing Bobby said to her.

Bobby would think he must have fucked the brain cells out of her while he was at it. Keeping his hand clasped over her mouth to muffle out her irritating voice, Bobby began ruthlessly fucking Lindsey and swirling his thumb against her clit, now almost out of desperation to have her cum.

Just as Bobby expected, his cock hardened fully again, and the sounds of Lindsey’s moans, now being muffled noises instead, were much more of a turn-on than anything else.

In just a mere few moments, Lindsey’s hips shook against Bobby’s as her muffled moans turned into soft little whimpers. Bobby surprised himself by moaning breathily in response to Lindsey’s orgasm, convulsing against his cock.

Lindsey’s cum dribbled down to the side of one of the boxes and dripped onto the floor as she felt the rest of her orgasm wash through her. Bobby pulled his hand back slowly and kept Lindsey pressed up against the cargo boxes before he looked down and slowly pulled out his cock from her, inch by inch.

Lindsey cummed over Bobby’s cock, and the creamy, wet mess over the condom was proof of just that. Lindsey’s knees quivered as she fell to them, lazily turning to face Bobby, who peeled off the condom and threw it aside like nothing.

Now at the height of his own arousal, Bobby pumped his cock in front of Lindsey’s face and let out a grunt as in just a minute later, he reached his climax.

Lindsey gasped a little but kept her mouth open and her tongue out as she closed her eyes. Bobby let out a long, drawn-out groan as a dozen spurts of his hot, sticky cum landed over Lindsey’s face, mouth, and tongue, dripping down her chin.

Lindsey gladly licked up and swallowed any cum she could get close to her mouth, and once Bobby was finished, the two breathed heavily and gazed up at each other in a lustful silence.

It was the best sex of Lindsey’s life and the only sex she wanted to have from that day onward, but it was the most mediocre sex Bobby ever had.

He only continued to surprise himself once he realized he had feelings growing for Bert’s girl, which led to a two-year relationship before Bobby met Helen.

Two years would either go down the drain or somewhere, Bobby had thought. He had his own reasons for leaving Lindsey behind, and it didn’t have much to do with the fact she was a careless, heavy heroin user too.

No, Bobby decided even though Lindsey had been his girlfriend for two years, he only saw her as a fuck buddy and someone to cuddle and talk to when he was bored, whereas Lindsey knew when it came to Bobby, she would always want more.

Bobby was stubborn in the way that he knew his view would never change on life, let alone people. Fucking and hooking up in Needle Park? A waste of time if you’re an addict and you’re not scoring.

Hoping for a future, let alone kids and getting married in Needle Park? The biggest and funniest running joke you could tell yourself and your friends. There was no hope or future here. Just bleak, grey skies and a question of where the next dose is coming from and how much it is.

Bobby wasn’t going to turn down his high sex drive. He loved getting his dick wet, fucking, and fucking anytime he got the chance to in any manner he wanted to.

Squeezing tits, sucking on nipples, spanking a woman’s ass until she moaned from her cheeks growing red. Spreading and fingering pussies, burying his face in-between a woman’s legs, and slobbering over her clit till she practically squirted in his mouth.

Anal, oral, vaginal, doggy style, missionary, pile driving, bent over the couch,

against the trunk of a taxi, in a public washroom, rubbing against one another in public, spitting in a woman’s mouth, blowjobs, sixty-nine positions, rapid and harsh reverse cowgirl—Bobby did it all.

It wasn’t just a needle Bobby shared, after all. Why would he give up his streak of pleasure when he knew all of the women he fucked and got to know had no chance of a proper life and future in Needle Park like he did?

They used him, and he used them right back. A quick fuck, a quick hit of booze, a quick shot of junk. Everything was fast and used in Needle Park. What difference would it make? Bobby wasn’t the only one to ask the same question, but he had never asked it so many times to himself once he saw that it was you who visited him in jail.

You do. You make all the difference for Bobby in knowing if he has to split apart the life he’s grown accustomed to living in Needle Park just to have you—to be with you and to understand you, then he will. You’re the difference because the high, fast life isn’t what Bobby wants. Hookups and quick orgasms aren’t what Bobby needs from you.

It’s different. It’s personal. Everything’s changed. It’s not some mere attraction from being turned on. It’s not a craving for sex after six months of abstinence. There’s compassion, caring, and thoughtfulness behind it all. There’s no selfishness between you and Bobby.

There’s something else. It’s love. It’s a growing, tender love emphasized and shared by the two of you.

~

[ Present Day. ]

Bobby presses his forehead against yours lightly, beaming back at you with a warm smile as he keeps his arm lovingly wrapped around your waist. The two of you share a brief laugh amongst one another as you skip past Needle Park and head down the block side by side towards 71st street.

The cool wind blows over your reddened, blushing cheeks as you two pick up your walking pace, and Bobby’s scarf snuggly keeps you warm from the fall weather coupled with the touch of his body brushing up next to you.

“See, once you get past the shithole of 70th street here, you can actually find something to eat.” Bobby gives your hips a reassuring squeeze as he points up to a local dinner across the street. “Me ‘n Hank must’a tried the entire menu a thousand times here.”

“I’m guessing it’s good, then?” You laugh.

“Nah, it tastes like shit.” Bobby grins at you as you both begin to cross the street. “But the fries? Oh man, lemme tell you about the fries. Terrific. I’mma be the reason why they got a shortage; I live on that stuff, man.”

Out for lunch this afternoon and spending more time together than always, the giddy feeling inside of you from being Bobby’s girlfriend is still fresh from a little over a week ago, but it couldn’t possibly be any more impactful.

You would have said yes ten times over and over again if you had to and got to know Bobby on a more intimate scale as your lover instead of just a friend. The comfort and trust between the two of you had that had grown over the sensual moments and experiences shared with one another is entirely different and invigorating.

For what seems like the first time in forever, you’re not just waking up dreading work and only having that to look forward to for the day. You’re not sleeping alone or making random, small talk to Luna because you barely get to socialize with anyone outside of work unless you’re at Needle Park.

For once, the conversations you have aren’t about the last panic, if there’s an upcoming one, or questions from random junkies and addicts if you know a guy who knows a guy.

There’s just you and Bobby; nothing forcing you two to be together and nothing held at stake. It’s pure intimacy. It’s a desire that longs for one another. It’s built on chemistry, mutual understanding, and attraction.

Bobby may have asked you to be his girl so soon, but there’s nothing sudden about your relationship. Bobby’s certainly also felt that way for his previous ones. When he knows, he knows, and he goes out to get what he wants if he can tell someone wants him just as bad too.

As a matter of fact, there’s been nothing rushed about your own personal relationship with Bobby, to begin with. The two of you had known one another for almost two years before this, seeing each other on the regular when you and Helen were close.

The first night you were more than comfortable cuddling up to him anyway, and definitely well before anything was made official. Even the way he asked you to be his girlfriend still has you feeling some type of way; the butterflies in your stomach still tug and pull every time you find yourself lost in Bobby’s eyes.

You know better than to base your happiness off of something—let alone someone—but still, find yourself struggling with it already when it comes to Bobby. Keeping that to yourself, you at least relax and let yourself revel in the fact that you have Bobby all to yourself.

“I’mma get you anything you like,” Bobby pushes open the entrance of the little diner, leading you inside. “But if you ask me, you know I’ll say the fries and banana cake.”

“Banana cake?” Your eyes light up as you peek around the little bakery counter of the diner at the small selection of cheesecakes, pies, and other pastries.

“Yeah,” Bobby chuckles, noticing your reaction as the two of you approach the front counter. “They’re always makin’ ‘em fresh too. Ya want one, baby?”

“More like, do you want one?” You blush, looking up at Bobby. “Because I’m paying.”

“Aww, nah, no, you’re not.” Bobby shifts on his feet, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, I said I’mma get you whatever you want today. It’s on me.”

“Don’t let him pay. You got that?” You point a finger at the cashier, who smiles back at the two of you. “No matter what he says.”

“Whatever she wants, kid!” Bobby exclaims back to the cashier, “I’mma pay you in advance—just get her what she wants.”

“I don’t think so!” You laugh, pulling Bobby away from the cashier by hugging your arms around his waist. “It’s on me, and that’s final.”

“Ya gonna fight me on this one, huh?” Bobby grins back at you playfully, tightening the small knot over the bandana on his head. “If you insist, baby.”

“I do.” You reaffirm—your shyness taking over as Bobby pulls you into his embrace, rubbing up against your back.

“Hey! Ya heard her,” Bobby calls out to the cashier, gesturing with his free hand. “Get us two things of fries, and uh—oh yeah, lemme get two things of pop and a slice of banana cake, will ya? Thanks, pal.” He peeks down at you as you raise your head from Bobby’s chest. “That sound good, baby? ‘Cause I’mma pay anyway.”

“You’re stubborn.” You blush, “you have to let me treat you every once in a while.”

“Once in a while?” Bobby brushes a curtain of your hair behind your ear. “At this rate, you gonna treat me every single day. Not that I’d be complainin’ but, maybe save it for home, eh?”

Bobby’s clearly teasing you, and it does nothing but flare up the blush on your cheeks and the butterflies in your gut at the provocative joke.

Before you can respond back to Bobby, both of you turn your heads back to the bakery counter, where you hear a voice call out for Bobby’s attention.

“Hey, Bobby!” A guy waves back at Bobby from behind the counter, adjusting his apron before moving closer to the counter. “Good to see you again! How you been, man?”

“Doin’ better now that Hotch ain’t breathin’ down my throat,” Bobby’s tone of voice remains playful. “Hey, this is Sonny,” Bobby tells you, gesturing back to him by the counter. “He ain’t any different from the rest of us at Needle Park, but he got a job, so that’s the biggest difference.”

Sonny laughs, shaking his head. “Yep, that’s me. Who's the chick, Bobby?”

“This is Emily,” Bobby clasps your hand with his free one as you peek back at Sonny with a shy smile. “She’s my girl.”

“She feedin’ your arm?” Sonny smirks back.

“Aww, man.” Bobby groans at the question, brushing him off before turning you around and heading towards an empty table.

‘Feeding his arm?’ Whether Bobby figures you’ve picked up on what Sonny means or not, the hint is clear to you that many of Bobby’s girlfriends and past flings have fed his arm, and while Bobby knows he dated and fucked some simply for the sake of getting a fix, you do not.

“Be careful either way,” Sonny calls back, beginning to head back to the kitchen himself. “Hotch is around like he actually has something to do.”

“Yeah?” Bobby glances over his shoulder as the two of you take a seat at a table by the door. “Piss on Hotch.”

Your eyes find Bobby’s as you get comfortable in your seat, noticing he’s still warm and energetic from being in a good mood regardless.

From the moment Bobby catches your eye contact, he gives you a wink and pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his bomber jacket’s pocket.

“Ya want one, darlin’?” Bobby offers, pulling a cigarette out of the pack.

“I’m good,” you smile back shyly and refuse.

“Mm, suit yourself, baby.” Bobby pops the cigarette in the corner of his mouth before he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around the back of his chair.

You unravel Bobby’s scarf around your neck and let it loosely dangle over your shoulders as you also pull off your jacket, more so for the sake of looking distracted and actually doing something instead of constantly staring at Bobby.

“Here you are,” the waiter approaches your table with a large tray, setting down the two plastic cups filled with soda before placing one plate of fries in front of you and Bobby, then the large slice of banana cake on the center of the table.

“And how much is that all gonna be, huh?” Bobby appears rather annoyed by the food being served on the table, striking you by surprise.

“Ten dollars,” the waiter nods back at Bobby.

“Ten dollahs?” Bobby raises both of his brows in disbelief, leaning back in his seat.

You cover the smile growing on your face and stifle back a laugh, glancing at the two of them as the waitress gives a nervous frown.

“Nah, I know you didn’t just tell me all this shit costs ten dollars.” Bobby stares back at the waiter. “You know me, right? I come here a lot.”

“Uh—uh, yes.” The waiter nods. “Yes, of course.”

“Terrific.” Bobby sits upright in his seat, lighting his cigarette before holding it between his fingers. “Then for me, it’s free this time, isn’t it? You see, I’ve got my girl here, and we haven’t had our lunch yet, so I’m getting a little agitated.”

“Yes, yes it is.” The waiter nods quickly. “I’ll just ring it up for you—free of charge.” And with that, the waiter scurries off nervously.

“Wow.” You murmur back, impressed, giggling. “You really did a number on him.”

“Ah well, it was either he told his boss I don’t wanna pay, or I tell his boss he’s got coke on the tip of his nose—that ain’t flour.” Bobby puts his cigarette back in the corner of his mouth before he eyes the plates of food before him. “He scratches my back sometimes. I scratch his.”

“You’re the best customer, huh?” You take a small sip of your fizzy soda.

“Oh yeah,” Bobby says in a boastful tone, picking up a French fry. “Nobody eats as much French fries and banana cake here than me. You wanna beat my record?” He grins, “be my guest because you’re gonna love it. Mm,” Bobby pops a small French fry in his mouth.

“I will,” you laugh, dipping a French fry into some ketchup. “I love that you seem to know everything and everyone on this entire block.”

“More like they just know me.” Bobby gives you a wink, munching down on his fries. “Not a problem ‘cause we’re all eyes and ears for each other thanks to Hotch. You won’t see him eating no banana pie in here, but he’ll sure as hell ruin anyone’s day without even tryin’.”

“Who is Hotch, exactly? A police officer patrolling the upper west side?” You ask, pulling your soda cup closer to you.

“Oh yeah…” Bobby nods at you, intrigued. “Forgot you barely know the guy. Hotch is every addict’s best friend, but I’m sayin’ that loosely. Hotchner or whatever is his name. Lots of cops ‘round here, but Hotch is some sort of stupid, hotshot detective hooked on arrestin’ junkies for a paycheque.”

“Does he make it apparent he’s around?” You peek at Bobby.

“When he’s on the road patrolling, yeah.” Bobby shrugs. “Other than that, he tries to blend into the crowd. He fucking sucks at it, though. Dude’s got a bird’s nest and the bushiest eyebrows I’ve ever seen. He ain’t look like a detective, not like maybe what you seen in the city or even in films, but he sure as hell don’t look like no regular pedestrian to me.”

You cover your mouth as you laugh, noticing Bobby grinning at you—pleased by your reaction. “Yeah, that’s right. You’ll know it when you see him. He’s blonde,” Bobby gestures to his hair, “about this tall—” Bobby gestures his hand upward, “givin’ people dirty, suspicious looks like he’s the finest broad in town or somethin’. Well, between you and me, he can fuck right off.”

“Is he…?” You pause for a moment as your smile fades to a frown. You almost immediately regret starting the question, but Bobby already picks up on what you were going to ask him from the look in your eyes alone.

“Yeah,” Bobby says quietly with a nod. “And the last nine times before that. He’s obsessed with arresting me. I dunno, the guy has some handcuff kink with me.” Bobby blows out smoke away from you, placing his free hand on top of yours. “Hey, don’t worry about it, babe. You know that don’t bother me anymore. You can ask me anything.”

“Still,” you nibble on your bottom lip. “It bothers me, and now so does Hotch, and I’ve barely seen the guy.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want ya worrying about him, baby. He’s after addicts and petty thieves out here. Lurks around Needle Park when the flow is good so he can catch someone with possession. He ain’t care about getting addicts help or somethin’. Hell, I don’t even think he knows what rehab is. He just does his job and follows orders. He’s a real, grand piece of shit. So as long as he ain’t tagging behind you or gaining interest in who you are, I won’t kick his ass.”

You blush, nodding. “That would be best. Some cop he is. Does he really know you that well?”

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” Bobby emphasizes. “He could probably sketch out my face perfectly in his sleep. Fucker knows me like the back of his hand. I’ve done pissed him off and ran from him a couple times too. That’s fine by me, though,” Bobby munches down on another French fry. “If I can drive him a little crazy, it’s worth it even though he won’t get off my trail. I’ve done everything, believe me.”

“Everything, huh?” You smile back at him from behind your soda cup as you take another gulp.

“Just about,” Bobby nods as if he’s pondering the question. “He got an older sister. The only thing I haven’t done is balled his mother yet.”

You both burst out laughing as Bobby smirks wryly at you, raising his cigarette up back to his mouth. Bobby’s laugh and the beaming smile over his face causes the butterflies to twist and pull once again in your gut, although you can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy from Bobby basically giving away he’s had sex with Hotch’s sister too.

“But anyways, baby,” Bobby licks over his lips as he puts his shortened cigarette back in his mouth and squeezes your hand. “I’m here with you for lunch, aren’t I? We talk about Hotch anymore, and the food is gonna start to spoil. Mm, mmm, here—” Bobby picks up a French fry and leans in closer to you. “Have one of these, baby.”

Blushing, you open your mouth as Bobby puts a French fry in carefully—purposely grazing his fingers alongside your lips before pulling back. “Yeah, how’s that? Taste good, huh?”

“You weren’t joking,” you nod back at Bobby, chowing down on your food. “Mm, this is really good.”

“My tongue knows, baby.” Bobby points at his mouth. “Best food in town, though nobody gives a shit about comin’ down here. Oh well, more for us then, huh? You ever come down to this street before?”

“It would be my first time.” You shake your head with a smile, “but maybe you don’t blame me for trying to avoid Needle Park too much these days.”

“Oh yeah?” Bobby gazes back at you, “and why’s that?”

“Not hard to start using.” Caught off guard by Bobby’s gaze, you blush and quickly divert your attention down to your drink. “Especially when you don’t have much to lose.”

“Peer pressure?” Just as you look up, Bobby licks off a bit of ketchup from his fingertips, his eyes still on you.

“I…” You pause for a moment, furrowing your brows and shrugging. “Not really, but it kind of does get to me if that makes sense. And it wouldn’t be my first time using. Once I was in, it was hard to get out. There’s rarely any reasons to stop using.”

“You gotta chip, baby.” Bobby pats his wrist, showing you the very few and mostly faded needle marks on his skin. “Nice and slow, very little and not too often. That’s chippin’. You go beyond that, you’re usin’. Grass, though, that’s another thing. You evergreen out?”

“More than once.” You admit, sheepishly. “It took me a while to kinda find my tolerance with it.”

“You like smokin’ it or eating too?” Bobby blows out cigarette smoke under his breath.

“Both—whatever I can get my hands on, but if it’s something like grass brownies, the high is always harder and lasts much longer.” You raise your soda back up to your lips.

“Grass brownies…” Bobby repeats with a little nod. “Not exactly health food, huh?” A joking smile returns back to Bobby’s lips. “You know, don’t ever think I’m ungrateful or anythin’ that you cook for me.”

“Never.” You giggle back, your eyes lighting up at the sight of Bobby’s smile. “You like what I cook? If we can call it health food.”

“We can call it delicious,” Bobby points out, giving out a dramatic, overwhelmed huff. “Best stuff I’ve ever eaten. It’s been years. I mean, look at me,” Bobby gestures to his chest with his cigarette between his two fingers. “

“You lost a lot of weight before, baby,” you nod with a frown, gazing at Bobby’s body.

“I’m feelin’ better already now, though, you know that?” Bobby grins at you.

Blush hits your cheeks again as you nod at him. “And you’ve put a little bit of the weight back on, slowly but surely.”

“It’s ‘cause my girlfriend is such a great cook.” Bobby teases, raising your hand up to his mouth and giving it a quick kiss. “Mwah.”

‘Oh my God.’ It’s as if you can instantly feel your knees getting weak at the feel of Bobby’s warm, soft lips against the back of your hand just like that.

“Because you see these things?” Bobby holds up a French fry before the both of you. “I’ve been livin’ on these things since I was ten.” He bites down on it—still holding onto your hand with his free one. “That’s why I look so good, ya know?”

You hold back a laugh, giggling and noticing how Bobby’s eyes light up towards your reaction. He shrugs his shoulders loosely and places his free hand over his stomach. “Actually doesn’t hurt for once. I haven’t had a full stomach of food since I was nine.” Bobby uses the back of his fork to cut through a small piece of the banana cake.

“That’s after you and Hank ran off?” You feel a wave of sadness hit you at the change of topic.

“Yeah.” Bobby answers. “Then we spend the rest of our time fighting for food with the other junkies.” He bites down on his piece of banana cake. “They ain’t my friends, you know.”

You blink back in surprise, your curiosity growing. “Really? Chico, Irene, and them?”

“No fucking way.” Bobby shakes his head, looking disgusted for a moment as he sets his fork down. “None of ‘em. Some friends they would be. You know I’ve been beat up by half of the people out there? They see me as Bobby, the addict. They see you as just Emily.”

“That’s not right.” You frown back at Bobby. “If it’s only as good as it gets until the next panic, you can’t trust anyone.”

“Oh yeah, baby. You’re absolutely right.” Bobby takes another piece of the banana cake, this time raising it up to your mouth as he leans in. “Why do you think I ain’t giving them face this time around? Fun guys to talk to, sure, but they’re nothin’ to me just as I’m nothin’ to them.”

“You’re everything to me, though.” You lean over to take the forkful of cake in your mouth.

“My girlfriend’s flirtin’ with me,” Bobby comments out teasingly, “like I won’t grab her face and kiss her right here in front of everyone.”

You giggle, covering your mouth as you chew done. Bobby beams back at you, biting down on a chunk of the banana cake while rubbing his fingers over the back of your free hand. “Eat up, baby. I ain’t dropping you off work on an empty stomach.”

“Mm—you know I think we may just need to take a pound of this stuff back home with us.” You lace your fingers with Bobby as the two of you finish up the banana cake.

“Just one pound?” Bobby snorts, “shit—at this point, I’m gonna threaten to kick the shit outta ‘em if they don’t make me at least ten. Then you and I can live off of banana cake forever, huh?”

“Oh no, I don’t think so.” You point your fork back at Bobby as he begins to shrug his jacket on. “There’s going to be no more living off of one thing here from now on.”

“Oh yeah? But I gotta live on somethin’, baby.” Bobby jokes, getting up from his seat and moving towards you.

“And you have that one thing, don’t you?” You tell him, beginning to pull your jacket on.

“And what’s that?” Bobby takes your scarf, snuggly wrapping it over your neck and brushing his fingers against the nape and sides of your neck as you slowly rise to your feet and come face to face with Bobby.

“Me.” You blush, answering him.

“Just you,” Bobby leans in and pecks a soft kiss over your lips before both of his hands find yours. “Mm—though I was thinking something more edible. Not a problem, right?” A lazy smirk grows over his face at the sexual joke.

Your face flushes red as Bobby notices you purposefully avoiding eye contact with him, loving nothing more than teasing you like this just to get a reaction—especially in public.

“Definitely not a problem,” you give Bobby’s cheek a kiss as his protective arm returns around your waist, leading you out of the diner.

“Uh-huh,” Bobby’s eyes greedily dart over you as soon as the two of you walk out onto the street. “Are you sure you have to go to work today?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You giggle back. “Trust me, I don’t wanna go either. I’d rather be at home eating more banana cake with you.”

“Oh, you and me both.” Bobby squeezes your hip, “that’s exactly why I’m askin’. Don’t want you going to work just to serve some asshole coffee and donuts.”

“It doesn’t look like he’s leaving anytime soon either.” You groan, rubbing over your temple as if you can practically feel a headache coming on from just the thought of having to see Sykes again. “I don’t know how much more of his incessant whining I can take.”

“And he’s a grown-ass man too?” Bobby snorts. “Do you really have to put up with shit like that, baby?” You and Bobby cross the street together, making your way down to your work building.

“I really wish I didn’t have to.” You sigh out in annoyance, “I’m literally the only one he expects this from. Yeah, he comes once in a while because corporates makes him, but then at least I know, and I can mentally prepare myself the day before or something. It’s like he knows this tires me, and he does it on purpose.”

“Piece of shit,” Bobby mutters under his breath. “Hate these business-type assholes so much. Ya know I’m practically dreading every step I take bringin’ you to that place?”

“I know, baby.” You take in a deep breath, “but there’s really nothing I can do about it for now. At least I can say I get paid for it or whatever.”

“Yeah, well, if he asks you to wipe his ass for him next, let me know so I can at least go and kick his balls up his throat,” Bobby grumbles—an adorable, irritated pout forming over his lips.

“Bobby!” You give out a small laugh, nudging him. “Don’t worry about it, baby. Even he can’t go past asking for anything more than gourmet donuts and black coffee. He has to actually do some work too.”

“I’mma worry about it,” Bobby mumbles, pulling you closer to his side. “As long as he ain’t laying his hands on you, I can at least tolerate him being annoying.”

“Never, ever, baby.” You blush, leaning your head over Bobby’s shoulder for a moment before Bobby tilts his head back down and plant another kiss over your lips. “And what are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

“Without you? Not much.” Bobby licks over his lips. “But somethin’ I kinda been putting off for long enough now.”

“Santo?” You lower your tone, your eyes growing wide with curiosity.

“Mhmm.” Bobby nods, “everything’s cooled down on the scene now too. I gotta go talk to him at least.”

“Yeah, but Bobby, you still need to be careful.” Worry begins to grow in your voice.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” Bobby reassures you, “Santo’s practically expecting me by now. I was his best distributor, and even he knows it. Ya know, maybe if he sees me again like this, he’ll take it as a good sign. So because of a whore I went to jail and sat my ass in there for six months—fine, whatever. But I’m out now; I didn’t snitch, I didn’t tell. I’m doin’ what I gotta do.”

“So we both hate our jobs, is what you’re trying to say.” You at least try to find some humor in the subject as the two of you approach the front of Way Enterprises.

“Lately?” Bobby comes to a slow stop with you, holding both of your hands in his. “I hate everything except you.”

You blush, giggling at his comment. “Be careful anyway for me, okay?” You give Bobby’s hands a little squeeze before wrapping your hands around his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace. “For Luna and for me.”

“Oh, Luna too? For sure, then.” Bobby grins, hugging you back tightly. He momentarily glances over his shoulder and back towards your work building as an annoyed expression grows over his face.

Bobby practically rolls his eyes before facing you again with a smile. “I’ll go home right after, and I’ll tell ya how everything went like a good little housewife, huh?”

“Pretty terrific housewife you are, huh?” The two of you laugh as you feel Bobby’s hand dangerously trailing down to your ass.

A lazy smirk grows over Bobby’s lips as he could care less who's walking past the two of you on the street or who's watching the two of you in one another’s arms. “Just think about me, and I promise ya time will be whizzing by in there.”

“Believe me, I already do.” You tilt Bobby’s chin down gently, so he faces you directly.

“Oh, good.” Bobby breathes, eyeing your lips. “Kiss me before you go in, at least, huh?”

Your lips practically throb back in response as you gladly lean in and give Bobby a kiss, feeling him return it full-mouthed and wet on purpose.

“Mm, alright, before I get lost in you again.” Bobby slowly parts his lips from yours, giving your ass a light slap. “They’re all expecting you in there, miss secretary.”

“I’m sure they are, Mr. Axel,” blushing furiously, you still linger your fingers over Bobby’s as you walk up to the front door.

Wanting to at least take Bobby through to the lobby with you before you actually head up to work, every bit of giddy excitement and general enthusiasm leaves you in almost an instant as the security guard by the front door shoots you a dirty look.

He steps in between the both of you, causing you and Bobby to let go of each other’s hands as the security guard specifically blocks only Bobby’s path from entering the building.

Bobby rolls his eyes at the security guard, hardly bothered. He gives you a playful wink as you begin to head inside and step back to avoid the security guard’s hot breath over his face. “Regular palace ya work in!”

You cover your mouth, laughing as you wave back at Bobby through the windows and walk towards the elevator.

Bobby beams back at you, lingering by and completely ignoring the security guard’s attempt to be intimidating before him. Bobby watches as you get onto the elevator and doesn’t move an inch away from the entrance of the building until you’re no longer in his line of view.

With that, Bobby tightens the bandana over his hair before fixing up his collar and beginning to walk off down the street. From the moment he’s able to cross through the intersection, Bobby picks up his pace and zips his bomber jacket up to his neck.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Bobby takes a deep breath in and glances up at the end of the street before him—continuing with all his wits to make his way down to the alleyway he knows Santo’s men are bound to still be in.

~

From the moment you walk into work and are just one slight turn away from approaching your office desk, your entire day is ruined instantaneously.

Not only do you spot Logan Sykes leaning against one of the office cubicles and making conversation with a few female coworkers, but a shitty, glitter decorated sign is hung up at the back of the office bulletin board reading out: “Welcome, Mr. Sykes, to Branch #18!”.

Realizing now that Sykes’ stay is going to be anything but brief, you can feel the enthusiasm and energy drain out of you as you plop down in your seat and clock into work.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a deep breath, hearing nearby chatter from the cubicles faintly talking about Sykes’ “official stay at the branch.”

“Well, it’s official now, isn’t it? The ‘boss’ is here to stay… Great. He’s going to be on our ass all day, I swear.”

“You’re tellin’ me…”

You peel your jacket off of you and almost throw it over the coat rack with your purse, only gently and neatly wrapping Bobby’s scarf before tucking it back into your bag.

As you take your seat at your desk, you pretend to keep yourself occupied by glancing at the daily agenda log and organizing your pens and notebooks before you.

Every time you hear a single footstep appear to grow louder towards you, a sensation of annoyance and anxiety grows in your gut, and so does the need to consistently look busy.

“You see, ladies, promotions here are entirely under my responsibility, so I would love to review your performance logs and speak to both of you individually. Strictly corporate procedure, as you know.” You dread even having Sykes’ voice in earshot and quickly begin to scatter as much of your notes and daily worksheets for the day over your desk to appear swamped with work.

“In all honesty, I’m thinking promoting someone here during my stay to assist me is an altogether much better decision than hiring someone completely new. Agree? We have to keep our secretary busy even outside of peak hours, right?” You hear Sykes give a little laugh down the hall.

Just then, the telephone rings and catches you off guard. You flinch a little in your seat and let out a deep breath, realizing just how irritated and on edge you are already.

You pick up the telephone and hold it up to your ear, just glad you have something else to literally listen to that you actually get paid for. “Hello. Way Enterprises Manhattan branch—Emily speaking.” You fix up your best customer service voice.

“Hello, Miss Sutcliffe?” You’re surprised to hear Doctor Gordon’s voice on the other end. “I apologize for contacting your work telephone number; however, I was advised on your file that it would be the most reasonable choice of contact around this hour of the day. I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

“Not at all, Doctor.” You quietly let out a sigh of relief. “Happy to hear back from you. Is this about Bobby’s results?” A sudden spike of curiosity and anxiety rises in you.

“It is. All of the results have come back in, and I’ve nothing but good news to tell you, so please don’t worry.” Doctor Gordon reassures.

“Oh, thank God.” You murmur, rubbing your temples. “That’s a relief.”

“I thought so.” Doctor Gordon replies, “he’s fine. He just needs to eat healthy and well to maintain some weight. I would recommend staying off of hard liquor and drugs, of course. Mr. Axel would be doing himself a favor had he not smoked as much or at all, but as for his STD test, it’s come back completely clean.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You lean back in your seat. “I understand. I’ll make sure to tell him tonight. Bobby’s been waiting for the test results too. Thank you so much, Doctor Gordon.”

“No, Emily, thank you.” Doctor Gordon says back. “There’s not a lot of selfless folks like you out here anymore, let alone taking care of someone like Bobby. I mean no offense, of course, but I see a lot of potential in the boy, as do you. I hope he takes care of himself and gets his life together. This is a good learning experience for him too, health-wise.”

“I agree.” You nibble down on your bottom lip. “It’s the least I can do for someone I love and care about.”

“That much I can understand.” Doctor Gordon chuckles. “In any case, if you need anything or there are any other medical concerns, please don’t hesitate to call my office so we can schedule another appointment or such.”

“For sure, I will. Thank you again, Doctor Gordon, and have a nice day.” You smile to yourself.

“You as well, Miss Sutcliffe. Take care now.”

You hang up the phone and pull your office chair back into your table, letting out a deep sigh that’s short-lived due to the sound of footsteps beginning to approach your direction.

‘Shit.’ You hope you at least don’t look as irritated and impatient as you certainly feel in front of your own boss.

“Emily?”

‘And there it is.’ You slowly set down your pen to look up and see Sykes before you, carrying a handful of thick file folders and documents in his hands—coming to you alone.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Sykes?” You fix up your best customer service voice.

“Come and say ‘hello’ next time you clock in, for starters.” The same overly-friendly and trying too hard smile returns on Sykes’ face. “And deal with these for me, if you will. I’ve had them on my desk all morning.” And with that, Sykes practically drops all of the paperwork down on the corner of your desk, causing your pen to roll off your desk.

“Err—thank you.” You mumble back, staring at the thick sheets of paper before you—unable to even figure out where to start.

“And in the meanwhile, perhaps you can come to see me before your lunch break ends, and we can discuss matters of promotion?” Sykes rests his palm over your hand as he leans on one foot.

“Promotion, sir?” You know the conversations of promotion are constantly in everyone’s mouth and ears, but to discuss it in your position would be the same as doing so to the janitor.

It’s an entry-level position, sure, but there’s little to no room for budging when it comes to promotions. You’d have to be put in a different position in the company entirely.

“Well, yes.” Sykes nods surprised that you’re clueless about it. “As you know, corporate has put me in charge of interbranch promotions and performance logs. At this moment, it’s why they’ve financed my stay here. The company wants to reward its hardest working employees and give those who want to move up the ladder the opportunity to do so. Have you not thought about it?”

“It’s an enticing offer, sir, but… I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.” You shake your head. “I’m just a secretary.”

“That’s true.” Sykes eyes with you pity in his expression. “But you don’t always have to be, is what I’m saying. I could promote you, you know. You could be my personal assistant.”

Your mouth badly wants to tell Sykes to fuck off but can’t decide on whether to say that or ask him if this is some kind of sick joke. You hold it together as you stare back at your boss in confusion. “I don’t understand how that’s a promotion, sir. Wouldn’t that also be temporary?”

Sykes almost seems offended by your comment but can see from the look on your face that you appear as sincere to him as you can get. “It would be temporary if I was leaving, but I’m not. My position here is permanent now. Way Enterprises has transferred me to this branch permanently, so no, it wouldn’t be temporary.”

‘Permanently.’ You feel your heart sink into the pits of your stomach as Sykes continues talking. “And from there—give or take a few years—maybe three to five, and you could be well on your way to becoming assistant to the manager, and who knows? Maybe if you’re ambitious enough, you could retire as assistant manager.”

You stare back at Sykes and expect some sort of punchline to a joke or for his signature shit-eating grin to form back on his face, but both his tone and expression read seriousness and anticipate a response from you.

“No, thank you.” You turn down his offer. “I’m not interested.”

“I’ll let you think about it, then.” Sykes taps your desk with his palm, straightening out his posture. “I’ll be reviewing requests all week, so at least you—”

“No, Mr. Sykes, I think you misheard me. I don’t want the promotion. Not now, not at the end of the week.” You cut him off for once.

Sykes’ eyes could cut into yours from the sharp look he gives you. Hating to be refused and interrupted, he shoots you a look of severe disappointment. “You don’t want to.”

“No.” You reaffirm. “I prefer my current position.”

“Emily,” Sykes rolls his tongue in his cheek, putting one hand on his hip. “How old are you, if I might ask?”

“I’m twenty-five.” You answer back plainly.

“And you want to be a secretary for the rest of your life?” He scoffs in disbelief.

‘Who said I was going to work here my entire life?’ is the only question buzzing through your mind. Both of you look back at one another, assuming the other is stupid.

“I didn’t say that.” You reply. “All I said was I’m not interested in your promotion.”

“I see.” Sykes clears his throat. “Well, I handle all promotions within the company, so even if there was another one you were interested in—”

“I would call human resources,” you interrupt Sykes yet again, “and I would have a conversation with someone from the head of the appropriate department about a promotion like that.”

“No, you would talk to me about it.” Sykes narrows his eyes. “I would be your first contact. I’m the buffer between human resources.”

“I’m still able to contact human resources to discuss my employment and promotion opportunities, though.” The look of irritation growing in Sykes’ expression only fuels you to keep going like this.

“Emily,” Sykes begins, taking in a small breath.

“Why are you doing this?” You frown back at him, staring right up into his eyes. Before Sykes can even answer, you add on. “I don’t get it. You wanted to come in here and surprise us all as like nobody was expecting you. You claimed you didn’t want a welcome party, and that was beside the point, but then you got upset when we didn’t throw you one. On your first day, you had me juggling donuts and coffee for you and didn’t let me greet or talk to the clients waiting at my desk. Then you complained about the ‘incompetence’ of this office during the review meeting. Why are you doing this?”

“I beg your pardon?” Sykes slightly raises his voice at you, but it doesn’t affect you in the slightest.

“You’re acting like a spoiled child, not a branch manager.” You furrow your brows in disgust and concern. “Productivity only tanked because you came in here. And now you’re going to review promotion requests after we had the worst performance week? I know what you’re doing.”

“I think you should watch your tone.” Sykes points a finger down at you. “And you should treat me with some respect as your—”

“Why don’t you just do your job?” You shoot back, pulling the pile of documents closer to you. “If this is your way of trying to humiliate me or put me down, you should reconsider. This is my job. I work here. I’m paid to do this.”

“You work here.” Sykes nods sharply at you, “but for how long, I wonder?”

“You’re bluffing.” You look right back into his eyes. “You’d never fire me.” Sykes’ expression sours even further. “You want me around. You need me.”

“You’re right.” Sykes’ tone softens as he gazes back at you, his eyes now darting from yours to your lips and below down to the shape of your breasts in your blouse. “So you’ve figured out as much, but you’re not employed to sit here and look pretty, Emily.”

“You can review my performance logs if you like.” You shrug your shoulders, picking up your pen from the floor.

“I will believe me,” Sykes mutters. “And just to make sure you’re not actually slacking off here, you wouldn’t mind clocking out in my office, would you?”

“No.” You answer but almost instantly regret it.

“Good…” Oliver glances down at the paperwork in front of you before taking a step closer to your desk. “And one more thing, Emily. This conversation stays between you and I, understood? If I hear it as lunchroom chatter, there’s going to be consequences.”

“Understood.” You blink back at him from how close he’s suddenly grown to your face up to the point where you can feel his minty breath against your chin.

“Now get to it.” Sykes leans away, nudging the documents closer to you. “These aren’t going to fill themselves out.” With that, Sykes turns back on his heel and heads off towards his office.

You let out a deep sigh of relief the moment Sykes is out of your line of vision. You lower your head down onto your desk, still stunned by your own boldness against your own branch manager of all people.

The rush of adrenaline still washes over you as you peek your eyes up and realize you may have just not only kept your job but secured yourself some peace for the rest of the day.

Courtesy of Bobby’s influence beginning to rub off on you, you’re in no mood to take shit for the rest of the day. Today’s shift will pass by as is, and especially better today knowing that Logan Sykes is aware you have a big enough complaint on his behalf to raise a serious issue with human resources.

If it isn’t blackmail now, it might as well be, but when it comes to Bobby, defiance is the last thing he needs to show to who he’s going to see today.

~

From the moment that Bobby steps foot into the grimy alleyways of 110th street, he’s greeted by nothing but hostility against his presence. Bobby takes a step back just as quickly as he took one in, holding his hands up in surrender to the four men dressed in stuffy trenchcoats practically lunging out towards him.

“Who the hell are you?” One calls out towards Bobby.

“Name your business or leave. This isn’t the part of town you just wander into, kid.” A second one warns.

“Relax, you know me.” Bobby begins to approach slowly, showing the men he’s not a threat to them, or is he hiding a knife or weapon of any sort on him. “It’s me, Bobby. Bobby Axel.”

“Axel.” The third one murmurs, exchanging a glance with the two. “You the kid that was locked up tight and worked for Santo?”

“I probably ain’t the only one, but yeah.” Bobby comes to a stop, approaching all four of the men. “I came here to see Santo. I’m not here to fuck around.”

“Just got out, did you?” The fourth man loosens his grip on the switchblade inside his coat pocket. “Yeah, well, the boss has been asking about you, though you don’t just turn up here uninvited without so much as a heads up anymore, got it? The police are on our ass as is; we need to know who the hell is coming in and out of this place.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Bobby purses his lips, gesturing to the dented, old metal door behind them leading into the abandoned apartment complex. “You gonna let me in to see Santo or what?”

The third man exchanges a glance with the first two before giving them a nod. Their body language clearly gives off to Bobby that he’s only welcome here because he has business with Santo otherwise, he’s not invited, and his presence is merely tolerated.

“Search him first.” The first man says to the second.

Bobby extends his arms out a little and stares back at the second man, who begins to quickly pat down Bobby. “He’s clean,” the man notes, stepping back. “Follow me, Axel.”

Bobby follows Santo’s guard through the side entrance and into the musty apartment. Instantly, Bobby can pick up on the heavy scent of cigarette smoke and mold that surrounds every crevice of the old, badly taken care of building.

Bobby remains quiet and pretends not to notice Santo’s scattered men watching him from every corner of the building as he continues to walk up the filthy staircase—avoiding touching or brushing up against the stained, sticky railing.

“You wait out here.” The man points back at Bobby as they approach the last suite at the end of the hall. “I’ll let the boss know.”

Bobby doesn’t say anything back, simply looking back up at the man and leaning his back against the wall as the door closes in his face. Barely even able to get a glimpse of the room or hear anything from inside, Bobby patiently waits out in the hallway with both hands in his pockets.

Bobby tilts his head up and glances at the cracked ceiling, noticing major water damage coming through. It’s not his first time in this building, but it seems to have grown worse over the past six months, like the perfect place for a police raid due to how suspicious not only the men lingering outside seem, but just by the fact a whole apartment complex is practically abandoned like this.

‘If it doesn’t smell like shit, then I’m at Em’s place.’ Bobby rubs the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, feeling his nostrils sting a bit at the rancid scent now beginning to irritate him as if someone was smoking several cigarettes in front of his face.

Bobby blinks and looks up as he hears the door click open. The same man glances at him from behind the door with one eye, giving a nod. “The boss wants to see you, kid.”

The man pulls the door open just wide enough for Bobby to slip through, and then it’s immediately shut and locked behind him. Bobby notices from the corner of his eye that the man leans against the door as if to block his exit, but he doesn’t sense any hostility or aggression in the room.

Just as it’s always been, Bobby sees a couple of women across the room preparing small packets of heroin quietly and keeping to themselves. An office desk is to their right, where Santo sits smoking a cigar and watching the women’s rapid movements in packaging up the drugs.

Several of Santo's men remain in the room playing cards, sipping whiskey from the bottle, smoking and keeping to themselves, or making very quiet small talk with one another.

Nobody except for Santo bothers to look up at Bobby as he begins to approach the office desk. "Axel." Santo lets out a quiet, disappointed sigh. "I didn't think you'd show your face around here ever again. You fucked up."

"I didn't fuck up." Bobby tries to hide the defensiveness in his voice against Santo. "I got almost all of your deliveries done except one."

"One too many." Santo frowns. "Being caught by the police wasn't part of the job description. You know how this works by now."

"Would you believe me if I told you my ex-girlfriend ratted me out?" Bobby swallows hard. "I had everything under control, and the bitch knew where I was—what I was doing. She put Hotch on my ass."

Santo blinks, taken back by Bobby's explanation. The disappointment leaves his tone and is replaced by curiosity as he speaks out, "that's different, then. Was she the only one who knew?"

"Yeah," Bobby replies. "She bought a lot from your distribution herself too."

"What's her name?" Santo furrows his brows in frustration.

"Helen Reeves," Bobby tells him. "Ratted me out to Hotch in exchange for stayin' outta jail herself. She ain't tell me Hotch was onto her. She didn't tell me a thing."

"Hmm." Santo gives a small nod, eyeing Bobby up and down. "And after six months behind bars, you're here again, and for what? A pity party? To give me an apology?"

"No, because I know you don't like that shit." Bobby stares back at Santo. "I was your best distributor, and you know it, man. I did what I was told, and you know I wouldn't have gotten caught if it wasn't for her. I never fucked up before that. I could have told the cops everything. I didn't say a word. I sat in there quietly for six months, and now I'm back because I want to be."

"That's true; you could have." Santo slowly rises from his seat. "You have credit to your name, kid, I'll give you that, but we don't applaud those who do the bare minimum here. Do you want to work? I'll give you work, but that'll be your last chance. I don't care how you fuck up after, we don't know each other, or you're a dead man. I don't have room for fuck ups and mistakes here."

"Yeah, I get it," Bobby mumbles back. "I know that."

"Good, then act like it." Santo reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out a small envelope carefully stuffed and packaged well with three hundred grams of heroin. "70th street apartments. Nothing has changed. You know what to do." Santo hands Bobby the envelope.

Bobby gives a small nod, taking it and gently feeling at the powder-filled envelope as Santo continues. "Needle Park gets their fix first. They pay better and upfront. You can start making them tomorrow and get your shit together tonight. You got that?"

"Yeah, boss." Bobby's eyes meet with Santo's as he hides the envelope inside the inner pocket of his bomber jacket. "I'll handle it."

"Don't disappoint me, Axel." Santo shoots Bobby a scolding look. "I'm not going to tolerate failure anymore. The risks will not be higher than the reward. Do your job properly and don't tell any one of your girlfriends about this for your own sake, or you won't be showing your face in Manhattan ever again."

~

From the moment you unlock the door to your suite and push it open, every bit of dread and exhaustion from your workday instantly dissipates off of you at the sight of Bobby. Sitting across from you, Bobby is plopped up comfortably against the couch in a long-sleeved, knit brown top and navy slacks.

Letting the soap opera on the television serve as background noise, Bobby lights a new cigarette with a match, and you feel butterflies instantly swarm in your gut seeing your boyfriend.

Noticing you just as quickly, Bobby peeks his head up—his expression lazy at first as he waves the match out, but you notice how quickly his eyes light up seeing you. "Em, baby."

"Hi." Blush hits your cheeks harder than ever as you let the door close behind you.

Bobby takes a small drag from his cigarette, quickly hopping off of the couch and making his way towards you as you lock the door behind you. "Mm, hey, hey…" Bobby helps you shrug off your jacket, hanging it loosely over the coat rack. "Couldn't come home any sooner?"

"Believe me, I wish." You smile back shyly at Bobby as he wraps both of his arms around your waist and pulls you into his embrace. "The day just couldn't end fast enough for me."

"Never does, baby." Bobby keeps his cigarette loosely in the corner of his mouth, taking it out for just a moment before peppering soft, wet kisses over both your cheeks. "Ya know I've been waitin' for you to come home all day. I missed you."

You blush deeply, embracing Bobby back. "And all I wanted to do was come home to you, so that makes two of us."

"Good," Bobby grins, raising his cigarette up to your lips. "Now you can relax with me all ya want. I wanna hear about your day."

You lean in, taking a drag from it and blowing smoke out deeply before Bobby puts it back into his mouth. "Mm, I think yours is bound to be more interesting than mine. Right now, all I want to do is just snuggle with you in bed." You slip off your shoes.

"That can be arranged." Bobby teases, "come 'ere, baby. Come relax with me. You look exhausted," Bobby pulls you by your hips, leading you towards the bedroom.

"Again," you groan quietly, more than happy to enter the bedroom with Bobby. "I promise it's not always gonna be like this."

"Be like what, baby?" Bobby puts his cigarette between his fingers, blowing out smoke around the room. "You go to work all day surrounded by stuffy corporate fucks, people who'd beat the shit outta each other for a little promotion, and ya gotta pretend you give a fuck about what you do? Give yourself a break, babe." Bobby laces a hand with you, pulling you onto the bed with him as he practically throws himself down.

You squeal, hugging onto Bobby's chest as you both lay sprawled out within each other's embrace on the bed. "Maybe you've got a point there."

"But it doesn't end there." Bobby extends his arm over to the end table by the bed, quickly putting out his cigarette before snaking an arm around your back to hold you close to him again. "Then ya come home, you cook, you clean. Also, you gotta deal with my bullshit."

You two burst out laughing as you press your forehead up against Bobby's, feeling the tips of your noses touch. "But that's my favorite part."

"Oh ya?" Bobby grins, giving your chin a little shake before kissing your lips softly. "Mine is whenever I get to see you and be with you. So tell me," Bobby runs his firm hands up and down your arms. "How was your day, baby? Get all that stress off your chest. I wanna hear about it."

"If you insist," you smile at Bobby shyly. "But it'll piss you off more than anything."

"Don't tell me that asshole manager of yours gave you a hard time again—the fucker." Bobby holds onto you tightly.

"I actually put him and his incessant whining in his place today." You giggle, nodding at Bobby.

"Oh, did you?" Bobby's eyes widen in curiosity. "Damn, remind me not to get on your bad side."

You place your hand gently over Bobby's cheek, proudly explaining the story. "He came to offer me a position as his personal assistant like I was the most pathetic thing he'd ever seen. I made him feel insignificant by saying I'd go through all that trouble just to talk to human resources instead of him."

"What a piece of shit." Bobby comments. "Thinks he's special, does he?"

"You have no idea." You roll your eyes, caressing Bobby's cheek with the side of your hand. "Talking about promotions and performance reviews. Sykes seemed more upset about me working as a secretary than I did."

"Yeah, well, you ain't gonna be his little secretary forever." Bobby smooches your forehead. "You got bigger and better things comin' in your future, so fuck him."

"I said the exact same." You nod back shyly. "I wouldn't wanna be there forever anyway, but I think I pissed him off enough because I was so certain about it. I don't doubt he'll bother me again, but maybe now he'll think twice."

"Maybe?" Bobby gazes at you, running his hands down your sides. "Maybe you should just get me to kick his ass for you. He ain't bothering you for no reason."

"Oh yeah?" You let out a small laugh. "You seem insistent; I might just let you do it."

"He the type to never get his ass kicked before, so this would be a first." Bobby chuckles, moving his hand slowly down to your thighs. "A guy like him sees a girl like you who isn't kissing ass for promotions or sucking dick for longer vacation days. You're gonna pull his attention. Now either he's got mommy issues, or he's a virgin. Either way, he wants to pick on you. Pretty girl, sitting all by herself…" Bobby gives your thighs a squeeze, "an asshole like him doesn't know when to leave anything alone, right? So he bothers you because he wants your reaction. He wants more than that."

"More than that?" You raise a brow. "How could he want more than that from me? I'm a secretary, and I have to answer to him if he's at the branch."

"Exactly, but how you're gonna answer to him is somethin' else." A feeling of jealousy surges through Bobby as he knits his brows. "I don't want him to even think of laying a finger on my girl. If he has any stupid tricks up his sleeves, little dirty favors he wants—I'll fuck him up, and then I'll go ball his mother."

You burst out laughing, snuggling Bobby's chest tightly. "And that's as good a threat as any. Mm, Bobby, don't worry, baby. Even Sykes wouldn't be so stupid as to put his entire career on the line for something like that. I would pick up on it from a mile away."

"Well, I'm just sayin' for his sake if he values his life." Bobby pulls you up by your hips as he sits up, letting you straddle onto his lap. "I don't share what's mine, and you're my girl. You're all mine." Bobby plants a small kiss on the side of your neck before lacing both hands with you. "Which is why I'm tellin' you something nobody else gets to know."

"Santo?" You lower your tone, eyes widening in curiosity.

"Mhmm." Bobby rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. "I couldn't tell if he was expecting to see me or if he was surprised more than anything that I even showed up in the first place."

"He was probably the first to know you got arrested, right?" You frown.

"Yeah." Bobby scoffs quietly. "He isn't stupid. He knows I was his best distributor. If he just brushed me off, that would be his own loss. But," a smile begins to form on Bobby's face, "he gave me a piece, and I'm back on."

"Just like that?" You blink back in surprise.

"Mhmm, just like that." Bobby nods. "I gotta go make deliveries startin' tomorrow morning. Told you. I'm no fuck up, and none of that bullshit was my fault. Santo knows this."

"Well, if he's as much of a businessman as they say he is," you giggle with a shrug. "Then he should know better. This must be your lucky day, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Bobby grins back at you. "Just when I thought things couldn't get better, eh? Now I can make a buck or two again like my girl." Bobby playfully pinches your cheek.

"Feel like celebrating?" You blush, now finding Bobby's hands massaging over your shoulders tenderly.

"Maybe." You notice Bobby's gaze grow possessive over you. "I want to do that here. Have you all to myself—celebrate with my girl."

"I'm all yours." You blush, leaning in and gently pressing your forehead against Bobby's as the two of you share a small kiss. "Tell me what's on your mind, baby."

"You know…" Bobby lowers his tone to a husky whisper, grazing his fingers alongside the outline of your jaw. "When I was clean, all holed up in jail for months on end like that—all I had was dirty thoughts."

A knot of arousal pulls in your gut as you're unable to take your eyes off of Bobby's lips as he continues speaking to you in a soft tone. "But it was all over the place, never directed to someone or something… Now it's still the same. Has been. I've been thinking, you know? I could think about that one dirty thought for hours." Recognizing curiosity mixing with shyness growing in your eyes, Bobby licks over his lips before he goes on, "never had that when I was just chippin' before, but it's different with you now. Feels good…"

Every muscle in your body clenches in the response of arousal surging through you. Bobby's hands begin to roam down from your shoulders to pick at the buttons on your blouse. Unbuttoning them one by one, Bobby keeps his eyes on you to read for a reaction in your eyes. "Right?"

You give a small nod, feeling your face flushing scarlet in blush. Your heart begins to race in your chest as if it's almost about to burst out. The shyness washing over you isn't one of insecurity, but that you've never been this close to being intimate with anyone before.

"It's the same now…" Bobby undoes all the buttons off your blouse as your bra peeks through. "I've been having all these dirty thoughts about you."

Bobby gently tugs on the fabric of your blouse, letting it fall off of your shoulders. You shrug it off completely, your breath hitching as Bobby's warm hands pull teasingly at the straps of your bra.

"Just as I'm having them now…" Bobby pulls you in closer to him over his lap, careful not to let his growing erection brush or poke up against you just yet. "But only if you want to know."

"I do," you breathe back, placing your hands gently over top of his on your bra straps.

Bobby gazes back at you, and with your consent, he begins to slowly slide the straps down off of your shoulders. Maintaining painfully shy eye contact with Bobby, you reach your hands back behind you and unhook your bra—letting it fall off your chest.

Your breasts spill-free as Bobby's eyes widen at the sight—only bolstering his arousal. Bobby tosses your bra off the bed and purses his lips open slightly as if to say something but keeps quiet. You can see his tongue grazing over his lips as you blush, watching Bobby's greedy eyes dart all over your chest.

"Oh, you're beautiful." Bobby murmurs and watches as you take his hands and place them over both of your breasts.

Bobby looks back up into your eyes and gives your breasts a squeeze. Attempting to keep quiet as much as possible, Bobby still makes out a very soft, almost barely audible whimper coming from you.

"I'll tell you…" Bobby swirls the tips of his thumbs over your hardened nipples, rubbing at them. "What kind of dirty thoughts I've been having." You notice Bobby's voice beginning to sharpen as he can barely hold himself together in front of you like this anymore.

As if Bobby's having withdrawals from you, his erection almost painfully throbs in his slacks at the sight of your breasts before him.

"Bobby…" You let out a shaky breath as you welcome arousal unraveling through every point of your body.

You desperately want to press Bobby's hands upon you to keep touching you, and at the same time, you want him to pin you down upon your bed and take you right here, right now.

The arousal and chemistry between the two of you is undeniable at this point. Almost as if Bobby's read your mind, he squeezes your breasts harshly now before leaning in and pressing a deep kiss onto your lips.

Your eyes flutter shut as Bobby keeps both hands over your breasts, touching and squeezing them as his kiss grows more forceful. You gladly part your lips open and kiss Bobby back feverishly—every inch of your body aching and wanting him more than ever.

As if all desires between one another have spilled through, Bobby's relentless in how desperate he is to tease and please you. The kiss grows wetter and harsher, and you can practically feel your lip throbbing against Bobby's.

His kiss is everything you could have wanted and more. Bobby's not sloppy, but he slips in just the right amount of tongue. It's a needy kiss but not filled with force or pressure to make you uncomfortable or push into you. Bobby knows just how to kiss you and leave you wanting more.

You let out a little moan in Bobby's mouth as he slowly parts his lips away from yours—a small string of dewy spit breaking apart. Eyes half open and utterly aroused to no avail, you breathe out and gaze helplessly back at Bobby.

"You have no idea…" Bobby pulls his shirt off of him from behind, throwing it off his head and onto the floor. Your hardened nipples brush up against his bare chest, and another jolt of arousal runs through you. "How much I've wanted to do this to you."

Bobby presses his chest up to yours and pins you down onto the bed. Your breath hitches as Bobby hovers over top of you, keeping one hand clenched onto the bedsheets and the other cupping your cheek. "How much I've thought of this…about you."

Bobby's chest is pressed up against yours as he trails his fingers alongside your mouth. Bobby parts your lips open with his thumb before grazing it over your bottom lip.

"I want to make you mine." Bobby's eyes darken with lust as he makes momentary eye contact with you and his lips are on yours once again in an instant.

You wrap your arms eagerly around Bobby's shoulders and pull him in as close to you as he can get. The small patch of wetness in your panties soaks through and begins to grow as you feel Bobby's erection poking up against your inner thighs.

"I want you so bad," Bobby breathes out as he breaks the kiss—his hands clutching the waistband of your midi skirt. "I crave you. I want every bit of you, Emily. You don't know…" Bobby snatches your skirt with your panties down your knees. "What you do to me…"

"Bobby," you whimper out, kicking off your skirt and panties down your ankles before clenching your legs shut. "Please, just please…"

"Anything for you, baby. Anything…" Bobby's eyes take in the sight of you fully naked and vulnerable before him with pleasure.

His touch feels hotter, as does the temperature in the room as Bobby roams his firm hands down your stomach and around your hips.

"Fuck…" Appreciating every inch of your body and utterly mesmerized by it, Bobby squeezes your hips before roaming his hands down your inner thighs. "You are perfect."

He makes brief eye contact with you before leaning in and kissing both of your thighs. Bobby lets his hands slide off your thighs as he leans over once more and presses his forehead against yours. "And in my thoughts, I think of taking you like this, you know that?"

Bobby begins to inch down his pants. "Have you all to myself, be selfish with you because I want you. I want you," Bobby repeats, "I want you so bad, baby. I need you. I want you to want me."

"Bobby, please, please." You nod back at him eagerly, whining. "Yes…" Your eyes widen as Bobby momentarily pulls away, kneeling on the bed and grunting as he pulls his briefs down and lets his cock spring free.

Your cheeks sting with blush as you practically feel your pussy throb at the sight of Bobby's length, especially the width of his cock's girth and how it's slightly curved when fully erect.

Droplets of precum form over the tip of Bobby's cock, now flushed pink and reddened from how aroused and hard he's gotten.

'Oh my God.' You can hardly take it all in at once, seeing how good Bobby looks completely naked before you; a light patch of chest hair over his torso trailing down to his lower waist and pubic hair; how his biceps and muscles clench and flex as Bobby hovers back over you.

'He's so fucking hot. So fucking hot.' Every inch of your boyfriend's body is perfection to you, and with both of you naked and pressed up against one another, you've never found yourself so horny and aroused before.

"Shit…" Bobby pumps his cock, noticing the precum for himself. "Oh, yeah,” he breathes out, watching as some of the precum begins to drip down his shaft.

Bobby's eyes lazily dart back over to you and then down to your pussy as you can't help but feel your clit aching at the sight of Bobby touching himself—just wanting him to make you feel and take every inch of his cock right now.

With both of you breathing hotly between one another in mutual arousal and desire, the silence in your bedroom is almost erotic. Bobby slowly slicks his hand upward from his shaft, licking off a bit of the precum off of his fingers before positioning himself above you again.

"You're wet," Bobby breathes, glancing down to your pussy as he places both of his hands gently over your breasts.

Flushed scarlet and in a severe state of arousal, you give Bobby a shy nod and whimper. You spread your legs open a little and hear yourself gasping quietly at the sound your pussy makes as its parts.

Bobby's eyes darken with lust as a lazy smirk form over his lips. "Yeah, baby… Perfect. You're fucking perfect. Ooh…" Bobby keeps his eyes on yours as he roams his hands slowly down your body—wanting to touch and feel every bit of you first.

“Damn,” you hear Bobby mutter to himself as his fingers brush up against your nipples. You shiver a little at his touch out of arousal, noticing how Bobby’s eyes remain over your chest. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen, baby.”

“Trying to flatter me?” You giggle quietly, both flustered to hear Bobby’s dirty comment.

“You have no idea.” Bobby leans over and plants a kiss on both of your breasts. “Mm, mine. I want to be the only one who can touch you…”

Bobby's touch over your skin is electrifying—so soft, gentle, yet demanding, and hot. He could stroke your hair or caress your face, and you would find yourself drifting to a welcoming nap in his arms easily the same way Bobby's got you throbbing now, and he's barely done a thing.

"Bobby," you place your hand over his bicep, watching as he begins to stroke his cock between your legs again.

"Yeah, baby?" Bobby slightly pulls back for your comfort, watching for any signs of hesitancy over your expression. "Something wrong?"

You smile shyly at him, giving a little shrug. "Nothing, it's just that this is my first time."

You notice curiosity form in Bobby's eyes as his hand pumping his cock slows down before coming to a stop entirely. He eyes you up and down carefully, and for a moment there, you're unable to figure out Bobby's reaction towards you.

"You're a virgin?" Bobby places both of his hands on top of your warm thighs.

"And you're not," you joke back, blushing again.

"Uh-huh." A grin spreads over Bobby's lips as he chuckles, giving you a small nod before stealing a kiss from your lips. "Don't worry about me, baby. Not a problem with me…" Bobby looks you in the eyes for confirmation again as he slowly spreads your legs open with his hands. "I'll gladly take your virginity."

"Bobby," you whine out, embarrassed by his remark.

"You want me to be gentle, then?" Bobby smirks, leaning further downward to your lower waist.

"Maybe when you're first going in…" You gaze back down at Bobby, feeling your heart beginning to pound in your chest again. "I want to feel all of you."

Turned on by your demand, Bobby breathes hotly over your stomach before placing a kiss right above your pelvis. "I'll give you anything you want, baby. You want me to fuck you until you can't speak?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." You murmur, your voice strained with arousal. "That and more."

"Mm." Bobby sloppily kisses just above your pussy. "I'm going to have fun breaking you in, then." Bobby trails the tip of his nose down to your pussy before spreading your lips apart with his fingers, smirking wryly. "You're definitely a virgin, baby. Look at how tight your pussy looks. Never spread these legs before, huh?"

You feel the knot of arousal inside of your gut tugging at you from Bobby's dirty talk—feeling your muscles clench in pleasure to feel Bobby breathing just above your clit. Bobby's dark eyes peek up at you from between your legs, noticing your embarrassed expression to his words.

Bobby gives your pussy lips a gentle tap with the palm of his hand, moving his mouth dangerously close to it just to tease you. "Just for me."

Your eyes flutter open in surprise as Bobby gives your pussy a full-mouthed, sloppy kiss. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth over your clit doesn't even compare to the little bit of pleasure you were able to give yourself by fingering or rubbing over your clit to get off.

"Oh…!" A soft moan comes out of your mouth that surprises you and only grows louder from how good Bobby's mouth feels suckling over your clit.

"Mm—" Bobby practically buries his face into your pussy, keeping his tongue and attention specifically over your clit as he drools over the rest of your pussy.

"Bobby, Bobby…" You moan, bucking your hips up against his face in reaction.

"Ah!" Bobby's tongue flicks up and down quickly, tasting your wetness and eating you out as if it would be the last time he'd ever get to.

Completely greedy and lost in a trance of pleasing you, Bobby remains relentless. The tip of his tongue toys with your clit as he presses it down against it completely, making sure to keep his mouth over your pussy entirely to build up your orgasm without giving you a break.

Bobby rubs your inner thighs, pressing his fingers into the sides of your pussy and pelvis while applying a little bit of pressure to amplify the pleasure going through you.

You clasp a hand over your mouth, hardly an effort to muffle out your loud moans and groans. Even the sight of Bobby between your legs is enough to get you going, and the heavenly sensations washing over you cause you to curl your toes in response.

"Oh, baby," Bobby moans against your clit, momentarily pulling his lips back, his mouth covered in your wetness and dripping with his own spit. "Virgin pussy tastes so good. You taste so good…"

A half gasp, half moan spills out from your mouth as Bobby cups your ass with both hands and slobbers over your pussy once more. "O-oh my God, Bobby!"

You can feel Bobby's stubble brushing up and against your clit repeatedly, building up an intense orgasm you can feel about to release from your gut. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Yes!" You shriek, rolling your eyes back in pleasure.

Your moans and cries only influence Bobby to keep going. He laps up your pussy juices before they can even trickle down your shaking thighs, obsessed with the way you taste and how the folds of your pussy feel against his hot tongue.

"Bobby, p-please, please! I'm gonna cum, Bobby!" You whine as your hands tug at Bobby's tousled hair.

Bobby rubs his forefingers against the tip of your clit as he continues eating you out, using his free hand to massage your wet pussy lips.

"Oh my—ohhhh!" An increased feeling of pleasure only causes you to throb even more against Bobby's mouth as your orgasm nearly reaches its peak.

It doesn't help that Bobby's moaning against your pussy too, severely turned on himself. His cock throbs and begs to be inside of you, now oozing with spurts of precum that drip down his shaft and onto the bedsheets.

Bobby angles his tongue upwards, applying more pressure onto your clit and purposefully grinding his stubble against it again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You squeal as your thighs shake uncontrollably, and you can no longer fight the orgasm unraveling in your body.

Bobby instantly picks up on queue, feeling your pussy convulse around his mouth. He doesn't stop there and continues eating you out—giving his head a little quick shake against your clit.

Your eyelids flutter as you feel every inch of your body feels a blissful numbness from your orgasm. The sensation is phenomenal, hitting you from all sides and delivering immense pleasure.

Bobby quickly licks up the cum trickling out of your pussy, planting another wet, deep kiss over it before pulling his mouth back and panting. "Fuck, baby…"

Panting and still sensitive and tingling from the aftermath of your orgasm, you cry out again as you feel Bobby swirling the tips of his fingers over your soaked clit in a circular motion. "B-Bobby…!"

"Oh, baby, you're perfect." Bobby breathes heavily, giving your clit a kiss. "Came right in my mouth, just like that… Fuck. Look at you, a dripping mess."

You weakly clutch onto the bed sheets with both hands, attempting to catch your breath. "M-more, please. More."

"You don't have to tell me, baby." Bobby licks over his lips. "I'll make you cum again and again until you cry."

"Mm…!" You wince in pleasure, propping yourself up by your elbows on the bed.

Bobby pops his index finger in his mouth, lubricating it with his spit before carefully swirling it around the entrance of your pussy. His lazy, lust-filled eyes gaze up at you as he slowly begins to ease his finger in, pulling it in and out slowly. "Gonna stretch you nice and wide for me now, baby. You like the way I touch you?"

Feeling your knees quiver like jelly, all you can do is sit and helplessly watch as Bobby has your body in a trance and haze of pleasure. "Y-yes…"

Knowing what he's doing, Bobby watches your expression and takes note of your body language and reaction to him slowly fingering you—making sure you're comfortable and enjoying it over everything else. "You tell me if anything hurts or doesn't feel good, baby."

With half of his index finger inside you, Bobby stops there as he begins to finger you in and out. You part your lips open to speak, but pleasure rushes through you again, and all you can do is give out little moans in response. "Mm… Oh, you want this. You fucking do…"

When Bobby feels your pussy throbbing against his finger and growing wetter, he slobbers over his middle finger and begins to ease it inside of your pussy. "Perfect, baby, you're so good."

"More!" You moan out, pushing down on his hand.

Bobby chuckles, not needing to be told twice. He picks up his pace now that he knows you're fully comfortable and begins to finger you at a quick pace. "So fucking tight. Fuck."

"Y-yes, yes," you'd almost be embarrassed as to how whiny your moans sound just now if you weren't practically enthralled by Bobby's touch.

"Oh baby, you're soaked." Bobby pants, spreading your wetness open again before dipping his fingers inside. "You're so fucking wet for me. Moan, baby. Moan for me."

Not that you could keep quiet even if you tried. "F-feels so good, Bobby…! Oh!"

With Bobby's fingers snaking up inside of you, a loud moan comes out of your mouth that's only muffled silent as Bobby leans over and kisses you roughly.

Bobby moans back in your mouth—his fingers still thrusting in and out of your pussy sloppily. You cup Bobby's face and kiss him back hungrily, feeling him beginning to coax a buildup of your second orgasm.

You and Bobby slowly part your lips apart from one another, eyes locked in a lustful gaze and panting. "You like it when I kiss you like this, baby? So you can taste yourself on my lips?"

"I love when you kiss me," you breathe against Bobby's lips, nodding shakily.

You can feel the tip of Bobby's cock press up against your waist as his precum smears over you. Just like that, Bobby pops his fingers out of your pussy and into his mouth, licking off every bit of your dewiness from his fingers. "Mm…"

You cringe a little in embarrassment but feel more turned on than ever. Bobby even closes his eyes as he licks off his fingers, enjoying every little bit of this. "I wanna lick and fucking taste every inch of you, you know that?"

'Oh my God.' Your face flushes red as you shyly gaze up at Bobby.

Bobby gives your thighs a firm smack with both of his hands. "I'm gonna make you see stars with my cock, baby. You want me to fuck you good, huh?"

Every part of your body yearns and begs for Bobby as you nod back at him quickly, whining and bucking your hips towards him. "Yes, yes, yes…" You've never been this aroused before, so much so that it's almost painful demanding for release only Bobby can give you now.

"Mm," Bobby licks off his thumb, giving the tip of your clit a little circular rub. "I'll get you ready for me first…"

A small, breathy moan escapes your lips as you look up at Bobby, noticing him leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer. You watch Bobby curiously as he reaches his hand inside the drawer and rummages around momentarily, a mid-sized bottle rolling down to his hand as he grabs it along with something else.

Bobby pulls back and holds up a bottle of lube and condom in his hands, the condom wrapper crinkling between his forefingers. "There."

Your eyes widen a little at the sight of the condom and lube; they sure as hell aren't yours, nor did you buy them or keep them here. Knowing Bobby went out to buy a pack of condoms and lube that are both new and unopened only further gives it away. He's been meaning to fuck you ever since.

"I don't want to use one…" You gesture to the condom, still regaining your breath.

"No rubber, huh?" Bobby's eyes flicker with curiosity; he knows he doesn't either if he doesn't need to. "I'd love to fuck you raw, baby, but only if you're sure."

"Well, Doctor Gordon says it shouldn't be a problem…" You giggle back as Bobby tosses the condom onto the floor.

"And did he mention it would if I impregnated you?" Bobby grins, popping open the lid of the lube bottle.

"On one of my safe days? I don't think so." You blush, watching Bobby pour some lube into his palm before slicking it over his cock.

"If you say so, baby." Bobby grunts, making sure to coat his shaft generously with the slippery lube. "Mm, if anything, I wanna feel you and all of you." Bobby squeezes more lube onto his hands and over his fingers before kneeling closer to you.

Setting the bottle of lube aside, Bobby rubs his fingers between one another before lubing up your clit and pussy. You whimper, eagerly spreading your legs as wide as you can as Bobby smothers the lube in the folds of your pussy.

The cool touch of the lube causes you to shiver a little, but the feeling of Bobby warming it by rubbing up and down with his slender fingers over your pussy is another pleasurable sensation altogether.

"They say the first time isn't the best time," Bobby smirks, rubbing his lubed fingers around the entrance of your pussy before gently thrusting his fingers in and out of you. "But who says it doesn't have to be, right, baby? I'll be gentle first, just like you asked, but tell me if anythin' hurts or makes ya feel uncomfortable, alright?"

"Mm," you nod back shyly at Bobby, spreading open your thighs with your hands.

Bobby positions himself over the entrance of your pussy, grasping his shaft—dewy and soaked from all the lube. He gazes up at you as you take a shaky breath, watching the tip of his cock remain only an inch away from your pussy.

"I know you're gonna be so fucking tight, baby." Bobby taps his cock over your clit.

You whine, wrapping your thighs around Bobby's waist in response. "Please…" Your cheeks flush red at the sight of Bobby slicking his shaft up and down your pussy with how easily it slides from the lube.

Bobby licks over his lips, exhaling softly as he begins to push his cock into you. At first, as you feel Bobby's tip enter you, it's a similar sensation to how he fingered you but with a thicker feeling of fullness.

"Oh, you're so fucking tight, baby." Bobby hisses, holding onto your hips with both hands as he continues thrusting in.

"Oh, Bobby," you moan out softly, feeling your clit ache yet again as Bobby begins to spread you. Only now does it come to mind that you have no idea how Bobby's going to fit every inch of his cock inside of you like this.

Bobby inhales sharply at how tight your pussy feels around his cock, continuing to push into you inch by inch. "Oh, fuck…"

You feel a sharp, burning sensation that lasts only for a moment as you attempt to relax your muscles and take all of Bobby in you.

Too embarrassed to look down, you clutch shakily onto Bobby's shoulders as he lets out a deep moan and bucks his hips up sharply—entering you fully. "Yes, yes, baby… Yes." Bobby's hips come into contact with yours as he stops, now with all eight inches of him inside of you.

You breathe out deeply, feeling very full, and your arousal hitting its tipping point filled to the brim with Bobby's cock. Bobby's lips remain slightly parted open, his eyes lazily gazing down at your pussy as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. "How's that, baby? Feel good?"

Discomfort follows the first few thrusts, but with the lube and your own natural wetness mixing in—pleasure takes over your body entirely. "Y-yes, Bobby, more. More…" You bury your face into Bobby's shoulder out of embarrassment, barely able to stop yourself from moaning.

"So. Fucking. Tight." Bobby grits his teeth, bucking his hips back and forth. "God…" He sloppily kisses your cheek, watching his cock slick its way in and out of you.

You feel something warm trickle out of you just as Bobby notices. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds onto your hips as he picks up his pace just a bit faster, chuckling breathily to notice the small droplets of blood dripping out of you.

"You're bleeding, baby. It's okay." Bobby nuzzles your neck, leaving sloppy little kisses as he trails his lips back up to yours.

"Ohhh…!" The fullness of being freshly fucked with Bobby pressing his body over top of you is one thing, and the pleasure you feel mixing in with how sore and tender your pussy feels is another.

"Your pussy feels so good, baby." Bobby moans loudly, causing your cheeks to flare up with blush.

Like a man possessed, Bobby doesn't relent in quickening his pace as he thrusts in and out of you just like you asked. You squeal, feeling the slipperiness of his cock pounding you in and out.

"Bobby!" You clutch onto Bobby's back, digging your nails in as pleasure begins to rack over your entire body.

Obsessed with your reaction, essentially praising him, Bobby presses his forehead against yours and breathily chuckles.

His hips slam back and forth into yours, a sloshing, sloppy noise of skin hitting skin filling the room. "Yes, yes, yes…"

The lube and the wetness of your pussy mix, making a sticky mess over Bobby's waist and pubic hair as he rams his cock inside of you.

You two can barely kiss each other properly from how fast, and hard Bobby rocks your body over the bed, tongues colliding with one another in wet, sloppy kisses.

"Emily," Bobby groans, gripping your thighs harshly. "Oh God, y-you don't know what you do to me, baby. Oh, you feel so fucking good!" He moans even louder, "oh fuck!"

"Harder!" You tug onto Bobby's messy, tousled hair for balance, now completely mesmerized by the angle Bobby fucks you in to feel all your weak spots.

"H-harder, huh?" Each thrust coaxes another moan out of you, and the sensation is coupled with Bobby licking and kissing up to your neck while fondling your breast with his free hand.

As if the pleasure has intensified tenfold, Bobby's muscles tense up and flex as he continues pounding you. Completely and utterly lost inside of you, Bobby moans out—feeling pure ecstasy as your pussy clenches around his cock. "Oh, baby, fuck!"

Just the sound of his velvety moans turns you on, and you find yourself pushing your hips back and forth down to his just to hear him cry out your name. "Em—I'm close, baby. I'm close."

"Bobby, I—" Your thighs tremble uncontrollably around Bobby's waist, feeling the ache of your virginity being taken.

Bobby keeps a perfect rhythm in his thrusts, now beginning to fuck you even harder and rougher than before. "I'm gonna make you fucking cum."

"I'm gonna make you cum on my fucking cock—" The bedsheets roll off the sides of the beg and come undone from all the friction of fast, sloppy fucking.

"Yes, please!" You cry out, watching Bobby's cock slide in out of you over and over again helplessly.

Bobby's lips crush over yours, never once losing his quick and rough pace inside of you. You moan back in Bobby's mouth as he kisses your tongue, getting a faint taste of cigarettes and fruit.

Beads of sweat form over Bobby's forehead as pieces of his hair stick to it. Without even tiring or slowing down his thrusting, Bobby reaches his fingers down and quickly toys with your clit to stimulate you further.

You hold onto Bobby's shoulders and kiss him greedily—barely able to stay put on the bed. Bobby parts his lips from yours for a moment with a deep groan as he tilts your chin down to face him.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," his voice remains completely out of breath as he watches the motion of his hips. "I'm so close—so close."

The tip of your nose bumps against Bobby's as he kisses you forcefully again, a fiery lasting hunger inside of him finally releasing after six months of abstinence. "C-cum in me, Bobby, cum—ohhh!"

"Virgin pussy feels so fucking good." Vocal in bed and insistent, Bobby is almost intoxicated by how pleasurable your tight pussy feels around his cock.

"You're a virgin, but I'm fucking you like a whore." Like a junkie getting his first fix after a major withdrawal, Bobby fucks you as if he's insatiable by the pleasure he grants both of you.

You give up on attempting to hold back your moans entirely. Hearing every husky, breathy moan, Bobby gives out only makes you want to hear it even more. "Y-yeah!"

Feeling your orgasm just about to tip over the edge, Bobby gives you a wry, lazy smirk as he continues to slick his fingers over your clit. "Anything for you, baby. Fuck yes. Tell me it feels good, baby."

"Y-yes, yes—" Your breathing grows shaky as you can hardly keep up with Bobby's rapid fucking, and your orgasm easily unwinds inside of you in an instant. "Give me more!"

Bobby pins both of your wrists down above your head in one hand, stopping you from covering your mouth as you practically scream out in pleasure.

"I want to hear you scream out my name, baby. Don't be shy—" Bobby groans, "let me cum deep inside of that pussy." He lets go of your wrists and tugs on your hair. "You want me to, huh, baby?"

"Y-yes, yes!" You can barely make out a coherent sentence and squeal as Bobby's cock slides out of you.

"Shit," Bobby chuckles breathily, noticing a string of your dewiness part from his cock. He taps his cock against your pussy lips before thrusting it back in, causing you to tilt your hips upward and moan.

"Ah—yeah!" Bobby tilts his head back, finding his pace back inside of you. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!"

You clench your thighs as tightly around Bobby's waist as you can, gasping out breathily as Bobby gives a final groan and pushes his cock fully into you.

He jerks his hips upward and stops, squeezing his eyes shut as thick, hot spurts of Bobby's cum fill you in deep. "Ohhhh, God!"

You weakly clutch onto the bedsheets, completely out of breath. You gaze up at Bobby weakly, giggling back at him as he slowly pulls out his cock and plants a wet, full-mouthed kiss over your lips.

"Uhhh…" Bobby moans quietly, attempting to catch his breath as he locks eyes with you. "Tight and wet—if I knew, maybe I'd have asked to fuck you sooner, huh? Filled my girl up…" Bobby spreads your pussy lips.

"Mm…" You whine out in embarrassment and quickly become surprised to see that Bobby leans down and kisses the entrance of your pussy—smearing his own oozing cum onto his lips and licking it off.

'Holy fuck.' A tug of arousal and desire pulls inside of you again at the very sight.

"Again!" You whine, grasping Bobby's arms.

Bobby gives your ass a smack, positioning himself up to your pussy again. "Oh gladly, baby. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh!" You wince out in pleasure as Bobby swirls the tip of his cock around your entrance—smearing his cum all over your pussy lips.

Bobby licks his lips, grinning. "You look so good filled with my cum like this, baby." He begins to push his tip in slowly, but his hips come to a halt as he gazes at you.

The two of you remain silent, breathing heavily and looking back into each other's eyes. Bobby runs a hand through his hair, then places both of his hands gently on your thighs as he spreads your legs.

"I want to make love to you," Bobby breathes. "After I've fucked you like this…"

You give Bobby a shaky nod—knowing the erotic desire in you craving him isn't simply based off of lust and a need to cum and fuck. The chemistry, trust, and bond between you two have grown into a different passion and desire altogether that neither of you deny.

You lean upwards and cup Bobby's face with your hands, pulling him into a kiss. Bobby's eyes flutter shut as he embraces you upon the bed, pressing his body gently up against yours as he bucks hips inward.

With one hand over Bobby's cheek and the other intertwined in his dark hair, you kiss him deeply and passionately. Bobby matches your fervor, fucking you slowly with every inch of him.

The kiss shared between the two of you is more gentle and loving, but it's needy and possessive, and neither of you want to part your lips from the other.

The romantic intimacy shared between the two of you is erotic in its own sense. Bobby makes love to you just as well as he fucked you a moment earlier as if he knows exactly what your body wants and what angle to hit to find your sweet spot.

Your thighs shake around Bobby's waist, and your knees feel even weaker as the scent of sex fills the room. Breathy panting, the sound of kissing, and the sloshing noise of Bobby's lower waist now soaked with lube and cum against yours is all that can be heard in the room.

Bobby angles his hips in such a way that it feels like he's fucking you completely different. He presses his arms over your thighs and nudges them upwards, coaxing for you to raise them. Still lost in Bobby's kiss, you rest the heels of your feet over Bobby's shoulders.

A filthy moan escapes your mouth as the angle that Bobby fucks you in changes. Your pussy feels tighter around him, and as Bobby jerks his hips in reaction, you can tell he's just as enthralled in the pleasure as you are.

You feel your climax approaching slowly, and Bobby grows more insistent throughout the kiss. The two of you take little momentary breaks between the kiss to breathe out before your lips collide over Bobby's all over again.

Bobby feels your thighs and legs trembling against him and grips them tightly as he tilts his head back from parting away from the kiss and lets out a loud moan.

Bobby's lips remain dewy and wet from the kiss, and you can barely keep your eyes open as you begin to pant and feel your pussy humming around Bobby's cock as your orgasm overwhelms you.

Pleasure builds on top of pleasure, and Bobby holds you tightly against him as he continues his deep, hard thrusts. Every inch of his cock dips in and out of you with ease, and you wonder to yourself how much more you can take before you burst the moment your orgasm comes undone.

Timing his climax with yours, Bobby feels your pussy clench around his cock the moment you cum. Refusing to hold back any longer himself, he cums for the second time the moment he feels you cumming around his cock.

Both of you moan in each other's mouths as Bobby gives a final thrust and cums deep inside of you. Sweaty foreheads pressed up against each other as you lace both of your hands tightly with Bobby's against the bed.

Your orgasm causes every part of your body to tingle in pleasure, and you notice Bobby biting down on his lip as he lets the aftermath of his climax wash over him.

Panting and out of breath, Bobby raises your right hand intertwined with his and kisses your knuckles gently.

You gently caress Bobby's cheek, planting a little smooch on the tip of his nose. You can't help but smile at him as he does the same shyly, knowing that this has been your first but not last incredible intimate moment with one another.

"I love you, Emily," Bobby admits to you.

Although Bobby knows his weakness in romantic relationships has always been falling too hard and too fast, saying the first "I love yous" and giving himself in intimately, he could care less.

For once in his life, he feels that he can finally trust his partner fully and without judgment. Bobby feels safe with you, at home with you like he's always belonged in your arms, and he knows his feelings towards you aren't fueled by a need for sex or drugs. They're genuine, and they always have been.

Bobby's dark eyes peek back up at you with an expression you've never seen before. In his eyes, you see stars filled with a deep longing desire for you, love, and intimacy.

"I love you too, Bobby." You breathe against Bobby's lips, sealing another kiss over them.

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[thatfanficstuff]

Nightingale’s Song - 14

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Anna Charles (OFC)

Warnings: Feels and stuff

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There were three guests and one prisoner in the cells on the bottom floor of the tower. The cells had been designed and built with the input of SHIELD and were supposedly impenetrable. The large glass panels at the front operated as one way mirrors unless the button was pushed on the outside so the occupants were left with only their own company.

The Doctor had done little besides sit in the middle of his cot and stare at the mirror. He had no contact with anyone since his arrival and that was unlikely to change anytime soon. There was something to be said for anticipation.

The twins had adapted to their situation with an ease which suggested familiarity. The accommadations weren’t much different than what they’d had with Hydra after all. They’d been talking to a range of Avengers and SHIELD personnel to assess their willingness to flip sides. They’d also been undergoing batteries of tests concerning their abilities.

Then there was Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The asset. Isolde had multiple sessions with him per day until she declared there was nothing more she could do for him. She had stripped Hydra’s programming from him a layer at a time and then built him back up. Hydra could no longer control him. She had dimmed the memories of his life as the asset but she couldn’t rid him of them completely without fundamentally changing who he was. But he remembered who he was before as well. At least in theory.

He had yet to speak to anyone. Most of his time was spent with him sitting cross-legged on the floor, head bent forward over clasped hands. When Steve tried, Bucky had looked up and watched him, but had still said nothing. Now it was Anna’s turn. If they couldn’t get him talking, they couldn’t let him out. As much faith as they had in Isolde, they still needed to verify he was as much himself as he could be after everything he’d been through.

Anna’s hand trembled as she reached out and pushed the button to change the window from mirror to glass. Her pale blue eyes watched him for several long minutes. She’d been avoiding this, afraid to see that empty look in his gaze again. It killed her every time he failed to remember who she was. Of course, that was the reason she was here wasn’t it? To make sure he’d been fixed. That he was her Buck again. She took a deep breath as she rustled up what confidence she could. “Hello, Bucky.”

His head jerked up as he stared at her with wide eyes. He was on his feet in an instant and standing only inches away, though with the glass it might as well have been a mile. “Nightingale,” he breathed, a touch of wonder in his voice.

The smile that covered her face felt almost foreign. She hadn’t had occasion to be this happy in a long time. “I missed you. So much.”

He placed his hand on the glass and hers immediately came up to lay against it on her side. “How are you even here? I don’t…” He looked pained as his voice trailed away. “Hydra.”

She nodded once but said nothing else. It wasn’t anything she wished to talk about with him. Not right now at any rate. “How are you feeling?”

First, he let his hand fall. Then he took one step back and then another. “I killed you.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “They ordered me to kill you and I slit your throat. I left you to bleed out on the floor. Why are you here?”

Anna cleared her throat, struggling to keep her own tears at bay. “Like you said—”

He shook his head. “No, not that. I don’t mean that. I mean why are you here? How are you not terrified to be anywhere near me?”

“That wasn’t you, Bucky. That was the asset. The tool they used to torment me. You’d never hurt me,” she tried to assure him.

“Jesus.” His voice broke and he dropped onto the edge of his bed, his head falling into his hands. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.

Her heart broke seeing him like that and not being able to hold him, to comfort him. “It’s okay, baby. I’m fine. Look, I’m right here and I’m fine.”

He was back on his feet and stood in front of her once more. Only now he was angry. “But that’s because of them. Because they fucked with you and fiddled with you until they had whatever combination made them happy. No, if it was left up to me, you’d be dead right now.”

Anna chuckled softly unable to help herself. “And if they hadn’t fucked and fiddled with me, as you put it, I’d be dead anyway. You have to find the good in the bad, baby.”

He shook his head and turned his back on her.

“Bucky.”

Nothing.

“Baby, please talk to me.”

He only shook his head again and remained facing the other wall.

She sighed. “All right. I’m going to go. I’ll be back later. You’ve got to start talking to them, Buck, so you can get out of here. Please. I love you.”

He flinched as she made her declaration. Oh, her heart. She wiped tears from her eyes and left the room before she joined him completely in his brokenness.  

***

It had been two months since that day. And while Bucky did begin talking to the others as she’d begged him to, he hadn’t said another word to her. Steve kept telling her to give Bucky more time, but she could tell that her friend didn’t understand it either. Nobody did really. And the more time that passed, the closer she became to the others and the more irritated they became with Bucky.

Bucky had finally been cleared by everyone and this was the day he was moving from a cell into a room. Anna had given up her space on Steve’s floor. Tony had moved her into an empty floor telling her that Bucky could move there with her after he came to his senses. She had readily agreed but had found herself wondering more than once if he even wanted anything to do with her anymore. Maybe she just reminded him too much of Hydra.

“You doing okay?” Tony asked as he sat beside her on the couch.

She nodded and leaned into his side. He slipped his arm around her and rubbed his thumb along her arm. Anna was touch starved from her time with Hydra. She was always happier if there was someone she could be close to. Her preferred cuddle buddy was Steve, but Tony and Bruce were happy to fill in if he wasn’t around. Of course, if she had things her way, it would be Bucky she did all her cuddling with.

“I think you’re lying,” he said.

She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, Tony. My talking about how shitty all this won’t change it.”

The elevator opened to show the two super soldiers. Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder to steer him into the room. Anna sat up and looked between the two of them, hope shining in her eyes. “Just giving him the nickel tour,” Steve explained. Bucky had met everyone during his tenure in the cells.

He looked around the room, meeting Anna’s gaze briefly before quickly glancing away. “Can we move on?” His voice was low, rough.

Anna had told herself she would be unbothered by anything he did. That she wouldn’t let him see how much he could hurt her. That she would wait patiently for him to come back her. But the moment they moved onto the kitchen, she was on her feet and hurrying for the elevator.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Mordent arc, Part 3

"Alright! Let’s go kick this things ash!" "Into the darkness we go. And we bring justice to the dark places." "Or at least fire to flammable places." This is a massive room, filled with every manor of torture device known to man (and a few that aren't). There is a rack, an iron maiden, a spiked chair, several stocks, cages large and small, the walls have shelves lined with all manner of torture device, chains litter the place and hang from the walls. "Kink-ky." "Not without consent it isn't."

"His suffering has yet to begun, as has yours." "Blah, blah, blah." "Dominus meus pastor; Qui habitant in eo. Quia ipse super maria et mentiri in viridi pascua: Et herbarum adclinavit me super aquas refectionis. Et animam meam refecit duxit me et semitas iustitiae propter nomen suum in." "QUIT TALKING MOONSPEAK AND HIT THE DAMN THING." "I had hoped to torment you more, but you are proving to be most obstenant. So I think the time has come to dispense with the pleasantries, AND SIMPLY KILL YOU." Jonni makes a yapping mouth motion with her hand. “Inquisitor! By the power vested in me by the deity and church of Ioun, I demand you return to your home plane or the nearest available dread Domain!” "Jonni, show this heretical birch how we do things downtown." "May Ezra strike you down for your myriad of sins!" “Yeah, well, I forked your goddess for a nickel.” "What's a nickle?" “It’s great, you take your knuckle and…” (lengthy description of improbable lewd act) "Ewwww, Jonni! I thought you were talking about some form of currency." “Depends on where you’re in prison.” "Always assume it's something lewd with Jonni." She touches the criss cross of slash marks on the left side of her face. "Sad thing is I believe you. I've been to Fundertainment land. I can never eat meatballs again." "The Inhuman. Which according to Solomon, is still technically alive." "We can fix that." "Jonni, what if it isn't a threat and just misunderstood. We might be able to reason with it." “Then fire a warning shot first.” "I'm starting to think there is a pamphlet that ghosts are given on how to be creepy." “How open are we to this place just needing to tell the next occupant there’s no basement.” The door opens, you are all hit with a wave of misasma, the funk of forty thousand years pours out. It's enough to gag a maggot to be sure. "Few things fouler than a prison toilet. A ghost prison toilet is one of them." "Fuck. Advanced Darkness." “I’ve only got advanced fire.” "Please let the Inhuman not be Semprini..." “But then we get to kill Semprini.” "Okay...all in favor of leveling this place and burying whatever is in there underneath as much rubble as possible?" “Yeah, fuck this. Fuck all of whatever crystal meth humping nightmare clown orgy jamboree this is.” "I don't know, I find a corpse filled party room up there with some of the worst places we've been." OOC: If Jonni calls for aid then Gorbash will answer. OOC: JONNI WANTS ALL THE AID! OOC: Being hit by a big ball of dead crap counts as calling. Jonni, of all the body piles you have been involved with, that was definitely bottom five. “Medic! And booze! And a shower! And ruminating powder!” "I know, I just really want a warm bath and this place is making me cranky. I don't like being cranky. Eat acid, you abomination!" "We've all been there. Let's kill this thing and then loot this house down to the foundations." “EVERYTHING BURNS! I AM DEATH AND FIRE AND LUST INCARNATE!” "I only thank Ioun that we are not going to be tasked with cleaning up after this mess." OOC: I prefer to think Marshall does not dodge, he just no sells, being the holy bulldozer and all. OOC: The only thing Marshal sells is merch. Only available at Gunder and Danzi's Fundertainment Land! Get your Marshal T shirt today, now 30% less likely to burst into flames. The remaining ghosts actually request you do not burn the place down. "Only because they asked nicely." “You, uh… you might want to put out the basement then. Just a heads up.” "Tis all here in the good book: thou shalt git krunk." OOC: Eating at Fundertainment land is a good way to gain twenty pounds, or to shred your gall bladder. "Iouns wisdom can grant me the ability to cook for 10 minutes. Yet somehow all I can make is instant ramen or burritos..."

[bostrichidae]

from most to least i guess?

the fucking never realm. i don't think i am obligated to explain

probably watching his father die that first time. i mean think about it; dr. julien was pretty much the only person he got close to in that time, and to have that person, his creator, his father, suddenly die and leave him (supposedly but not actually) forever must've been terrifying while he could still remember it

i'd say his (first) death but i think the aftermath would've been much more traumatic. waking up in a dark prison cell, chained to a wall, with no memories, no idea where you are, no idea who you are, in an entirely unfamiliar body with nothing but your girlfriend's disembodied voice (and wouldn't finding out what happened to her have been a whole other round in the hydraulic press) to guide you? i mean i don't know about yall but i'd be scared too. plus the ice dragon hallucinations? like DAMN people really don't talk about s4 zane enough

maybe that time he was used as a battery for unagami's portal?

regaining his memories in s1- suddenly remembering your entire childhood, which for him was probably like 40-50 years, plus that last memory being of his father's death, that can't be good for your mental health. tick tock in general, honestly. plus the fact that he now knew wu knew something was off with him. he met wu decades before losing his memory, and i think the fact that he looked the exact same in that past should've given wu a clue as to what was going on. plus wu KNEW who dr. julien was. at the end of s1e2, when he said "we will find your family, zane" mf really acting like he didn't know zane's exact address. zane being the bad bitch he is would've figured this out, and finding out that your mentor/father figure had been lying to you that whole time would've taken its toll as well

anyways yeah that's my five cents. that's my nickel for the piggy bank.

he has gone through so much more shit than what was listed in this post but unfortunately i don't have enough spaces on my list for those

honorable mentions:

every time one of the other ninja dies, and he feels bad because he wasn't able to protect them and protection is his purpose in life

regaining his memories after being the ice emperor for so long but that fits into the "never-realm" category

maybe if he ever realized that the overlord's nindroids were clones of him

the whole thing with decoded, if you're counting it as canon. yknow the thing where he got possessed. and nearly hurt his family. and yknow... the fact that one of his biggest fears is losing his humanity and the overlord code basically did just that

what are the top 5 most traumatic things zane has gone through

[thespamman24]

Some people say that brevity is the soul of wit, but to that I say:

You are wrong, you are extremely wrong, you’re so wrong if you were any more wrong the universe would explode with how wrong you are, I have never seen someone be any more wrong in my entire life. If I had a nickel for how wrong this was I would have an infinite amount of nickels because the wrongness of that extraordinary dumb statement is inifnite. I have spent over 16 years on this hellscape of a planet, and in all of that time I have not once heard something, so wrong, so dumb, so extremely removed from reality. The wrongness of the statement that you have said is at such an extreme level it boggles the mind. You’re so wrong I don’t even know what to do. That statement that you have just said, literally every single letter of every single word in it is wrong. And I used the word literally correctly. That is because I am a person who is correct as opposed to you, a person who is wrong. Capital W-R-O-N-M-J wrong. I mean, I didn’t even know a person could be that wrong. Like 100% of what you just said is wrong. Like, I mean for someone to think that is right, that must mean that they have an IQ below zero. You have an IQ below zero. Because you have said this dumb-ass, idiotic, rediculouse, insane, idiotic, putrid, idiotic, rediculouse, idiotic, idiotic, WRO-ONG, statement. I mean like, what is in your brain? Is it just a bunch of lukewarm water that just sloshes around? Is that what goes on in your brain? Is it just slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh all day? Just a bunch of lukewarm going sloshity, sloshity, slosh. I mean like, that’s the only logical explanation because what you have said is so goddamn wrong! I mean, like what school did you go to? The Isaac Newton school of being WRONG! Because you are so wrong! I mean, do you even have thoughts?!!?!?!? Or is it just the lukewarm water in your brain going spilishity slapishity sploshity all day long? HUUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUHHHhhhhhHHH??????  You disgust me, you know that. Because you’re just sto wrong. You know, wrongness doesn’t usually actually piss me off. But this, but this, but this, but this, oh boy, oh boy, old buddy, old boy, does this piss me off! This pisses me right the f*** off!!!!!!!! You are just so gosh dam wrong!!!! What you have said is astronomically wrong! The wrongness of it is off the charts! Off the chains! Over 9000! Numbers can not calculate how wrong you are, there are no words in the english language which I can use to articulate, how wrong you are! I mean just the pure rotten, rotten, festid, rotten wrongness if the claim that you have just made to me- is disgusting. Just disgusting. I hope you die in a hole, you dumb little dumb little big dumb wrong slut!!!!!!! You are so wrong, that just reading that claim that you have just made makes my brain hurt. My brain cells are slowly dying one by one. You have killed them!! Killed them!!!! WIth your filthy, putrid wrongness!!!!! You sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, wrong bastard of a wrong person. Your wrongness has given me a migraine and I don’t think that it’ll ever end, I think I’ve been cursed, cursed to forever bear the shame of your wrongness, because you are just so wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I don’t think the human brain can even fathom how wrong you are. Maybe, your statement is just so wrong, that the human brain can’t even comprehend. Maybe it’s one of those things, like infinity, or quantum physics, or the plot of Lost, where our brains just can;t understand it because it’s just so fucking wrooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG! SO FCKING WROOOOOOONGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!

god, oh god, oh god why, why must you do this to me, you- you’ve hurt me. I can’t stand it any more… just this… this… wrong… it’s just so wrong… so wrong… so wrong. How can you be so stupid. Your statement is dumb, your logic is dumb, your reasoning is dumb. I hope you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever give birth!!!!! I… I don’t think I… I even want to live anymore… how can I even exist… on a planet where such wrongness… also exists...how, how, how, how, HHHHHHOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY OH WHY GOD WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!! YOU WILL, AND ALWAYS SHALL BE SO, FRICKING WRONG!!!!!!!! Your wrongness, the magnitude of it, it, it, it just astounds me. Nothing, anybody ever says, will be so WRONG AS THE WORDS THAT YOU HAVE SAID TO ME!!!!!!!! YOU DUMB LITTLE POOR EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!! I DON’T LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I’M NOT INVITING YOU TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL NEVER HAVE ANY PIECES OF MY BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S MINE! ALLLLL MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWA, HA, HA,HA,HA,HA,Ha,Ha…. Ha… ha… ha… ha… ha. Oooohhh… woe is me. For I have been cursed with this wrongness. You know Shakespeare once said, “When we are born we weep, for we have come to this great world of fools.” You know, Shakespeare, he was gay, but he was also right… and today… I weep… I weep a thousand tears for this wrongness that has befell my eyes and blinded them, oh god I wish I could stick a hand into my brain and remove this filth and pestilence that infects it like a disease. Your words poison the air they are spoken into!!!!!!!!! The pits of hell themselves don’t even know such agony as the pits of despair I am currently drowning in!!!!!!!! I hope to never see the sunlight again, because if I do it would give me a sunburn! I hope aliens never see what you have just written because if they do, will, then they would, they would they would burn our planet to the crisp and then salt the earth so that nothing ever, ever, ever, ever grows again and then they incinerate our planet to the core!!!! And then they would flush it down a toilet that is big enough to fit the earth in!!!!!! You are wrong… so wrong. You are in fact, one hundred percent wrong. It honestly makes me sick. Just how wrong you are. I could on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on about how gosh damn wrong you are but I won’t because it would take a thousand lifetimes to do so and I need to feed my cat!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!!! MY CAT!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS A GOOD, GOOD,GOOD, KITTY AND SHE IS SMARTER THAN YOU CAN EVER HOPE TO BE!!!!!!!! BECAUSE EVEN SHE, AGREES WITH ME THAT YOU ARE WRONG HELL, EVEN A POTATOE CAN SEE WHY YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!! EVEN A POTATOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A POPTATO, A POTATO, A POTATO, A POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE DUMBER THAN A POTATO, BECAUSE YOU ARE SO, SO,SO,SO,SO,SO,SO,SO, FUCKING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! INCORRECT!!!!!!!!!! UNTRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISTAKES!!!!!!!!!! ERRONEOUS!!!!!!!!!! UNTRUE!!!!!!!!!!! INACCURATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INVALID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FALLICIOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! FALSE!!!!!!!! WIDE OF THE MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … my life is but a nightmare. A dream which I can not wake up from. I am trapped, trapped in this prison known as the universe, a prison of which I can not escape, my memories are like chains binding me down, preventing me from, moving, from running, from trying to break free!!!!!!! All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs about how wrong you are… but I won’t because I’ve already done that and my voice is very tired and I don’t want to get laryngitis, because herbal tea is surprisingly expensive… I think I’ll go feed my cat now.

[krytus]

thinking abt it and Why did they put jordan in the tomb of chaos w abigael when harry was such a better choice like 1) we dont have to see a black man unjustly jailed & tortured for a white woman's crimes 2) harry is perhaps the ONLY person who could say nice things abt abigael and like Mean it bc she's legit been there for him so the tension of him being their star character witness but being so Fucked Up he can't actually testify 3) i think its funny how people are addicted to messing with his head 4) if i had a nickel for every time harry was thrown into a magical prison when hes literally the nicest guy we know id have two nickels which isnt a lot but why does this keep happening

[nodesiretogrowup]

alright y’all, time for a Melissa play-by-play. I have a theory about this episode but it will get it’s own post:

And we dive right into spy time

That statue in the fountain was very upsetting :’)

GODDAMN U LAUNCHPAD, U SEXY BEAST

I like that LP says spiffy because I use the word spiffy

DEW-ble O Duck

“What I Dewey best” God I love Dewey and his love of puns

SONG TIME!!!

Ben is a really good singer

I like how the song was foreshadowing things to come

How is she wearing earrings?

A ham on cheese sandwich sounds really good rn

“I can’t remember when I’m hungry” A man after my own heart

YOU DIED

Ok, that game is WAAAAAY too advanced. It has the whole building mapped out and those glasses are WAAAY to small and lightweight to handle all that. Is it all through wi-fi? Am I overthinking the logic of a video game in a cartoon? Probably

“I had a sassy quip and everything.” He has the makings of a superhero in him

“It’s a little too real.” FORESHADOWING! Or the game was already REALLY immersive. OR BOTH

OH GOD LAUNCHPAD IS ALREADY FEELING BAD ABOUT HIMSELF!

“Haven’t you ever wanted to plug into a high-stakes, thrilling adventure?” He’s already done the spy-thing. Though it would have been cool to see Scrooge in a sexy suit

UNCLE MCDEE! I LOVE IT

Then an Uncle Scrooge from Webby. TOO CUTE!

There is A LOT of winking in this episode ;)

“We’re a team” DEWEY IS SO ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME!

Aw, Launchpad

I didn’t notice it the first time, but I love that Steelbeak is using one of those plastic swords to pick his teeth. It’s the little things

Is the theme song gonna be the short version for every episode this season?

I really dig Jason Mantzoukas’ take on Steelbeak. He’s just so cocky yet insecure at the same time. I like his voice cracking when he gets embarrassed or excited 

And I ADORE how UTTERLY STUPID he is. I think he’s dumber than Launchpad because Launchpad is aware that he’s not exactly the smartest guy but Steelbeak GENUINELY thinks he’s smart. Plus he feels the joke. That’s just dumb and unfunny (in-universe at least. out of universe it’s great)

“The Sat-a-Lighthouse. Classic villain lair.” Well we know that’s gonna show up

Bradford’s neck bothers me. It makes my neck hurt looking at it

Intelli-ray. You guys are a bit on the beak nose when it comes to naming things

GADGET!

“Rat’s are dumb, right?” YOU STUPID BEAUTIFUL MAN

THE OTHER RANGERS! And Monterey already has his mustache

Ok how did her hair grow so fast? And did she shave her fur? How did she get a more human-esque figure? I NEED THIS INFORMATION

They Secret of Nimh’ed her!

Heron acts like an annoyed/done mom with Steelbeak and he acts like a snotty kid. It’s great

EVIL LAUGH

“Did that rat make that jumpsuit on a regular sewing machine, or did it build its own tiny sewing machine?” STEELBEAK ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS HERE

I legit thought she was about to pull off his beak

“I’ll go. Not because you told me.” He’s such a punk-ass kid, I LOVE IT

CHOMP CHOMP

DON’T EXPLAIN THE JOKE, BRO

“I pay for the privilege of doing someone else’s yard-work?” THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY, YOU RICH, PRIVILEGED MAN. Whack-a-Mole is actually about expressing all the rage and fury inside you

Video graphic adventures

SKEE BALL! I FUCKING LOVE SKEE BALL

That kid didn’t even take his tickets

Ticket-rich. I love it

LET’S STRETCH BITCHES

“Can’t let Dewey down. Gotta be smart, gotta win the game.” OH LAUNCHPAD, SWEETHEART

“Calm down, LP. It’s only a game.” Dewey is SUCH a GOOD friend!

“But don’t overthink it.” That’s just good life advice in general

I love how tiny Dewey is when compared to LP. It’s ADORABLE

“THEN WE GET PIZZA.” “Yes, pizza.” I don’t know why, but the way Ben delivers that line is hilarious to me

“Pad. Launchpad. McQuack. My name is Launchpad McQuack.” I love you so much

Ok, was there an actual dude there? How could’ve Steelbeak thrown a digital person?

“Yes, I do as well.” YOU DUMB HOE, I LOVE YOU

That card game was great. Truly a battle of wits. And Dewey just being like...what. Beautiful

“Well played.” “It was?”

“Look’s like you’ve been out-smart guyed.” The dialogue in this episode is top notch 

I too do not understand smanzy card games

“But how about a game of 52 pickup...YOUR TEETH!”

“THE PAIN FEELS SO LIFELIKE!”

The sound Steelbeak makes when Dewey pulls on his...hair(?) is great

One day you’ll get to quip Dewey, one day

The cuts between the game reality and actual reality are so great

Is that the Phantom Blot or the normal Funzo? Is there even a normal Funzo?

The neck cracking also made my neck hurt

All the kids gathering around Scrooge is too cute

“Not now lass, I’m on a roll.” SKEE BALL IS A GATEWAY DRUG TO GAMBLING

“I think they just have nachos.” They have pizza too

Steelbeak pecking at Launchpad...brilliant

The little pug/bulldog kid is so cute

The scream when he’s hit with the pizza is gold

That ballpit is terrifying

Yet again Launchpad falls on someone

HE FUCKING PUNCHED A KID! WTF BRO?!

“WE MADE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL!”

Those jumpsuits are pretty nice, ngl

“Nerp”

Launchpad had the right idea, he just fumbled on the execution

Rubix cubes-shorthand for intelligence levels

She is so done with him it’s great

“We can make Scrooge SO HUNGRY, he’ll EAT all the toys!” Solid logic

“Duh, that ain’t smart.” OO, BURN

Whenever anyone/anything grabs Steelbeak’s beak I feel like it’s gonna come off

THE THEME SONG PLAYS! I LOVE IT! IT’S GREAT

How did the others get smart? Where did THEIR clothes come from?! I NEED ANSWERS FRANK!!

Launchpad is always ready to lend a helping hand

HOW DID THE GLOVE FLOAT?! I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS!!!

“The answer was to build a tiny plane and teach a mouse to fly it?” “Yes, I figured that out.”

Is Gadget a rat or a mouse? She looked more mouse-like before she got smartified but Heron called her a rat. EVEN MORE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS! She’s probably a mouse though because that’s what she was in the original show

I don’t know why but I love when people call Launchpad LP. Maybe it’s because he has nicknames for everyone else so him having a nickname is cute

So Steelbeak was in prison in St. Canard. Perhaps he had a run in with a certain terror that flaps in the night? That would be hilarious if the two had met before but now Steelbeak is more focused on Launchpad. That would be a blow to DW’s ego

I kind of feel bad for Steelbeak. Sure he’s dumb but that was uncalled for. No wonder he snapped

“You bird-brained...” Aren’t you ALL bird-brains though? You are birds and you have brains therefore you have bird-brains. That almost feels like it could be a racist comment in this world

“I’M THE RICHEST DUCK IN THE ARCADE!” You were the richest duck in the arcade the moment you walked in

I love when Scrooge gets obsessed with something and loses his goddamn mind

WEBBY YOU CREATED A MONSTER!

“Ticket bin?” “YES!”

322 DAYS WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT. Good for them

Launchpad just LEEROY JENKENS’ed his way in

His hand is as big as Dewey’s HEAD

LP and Steelbeak have great fight dialogue. It reminds me of Megamind and Metro Man

LAUNCHPAD PUSHES DEWEY TO SAFETY! At that point he didn’t even KNOW what the ray did! But he heroically saved his best friend, not matter what would happen to him! WE STAN! 

 This episode cemented my headcanon that Chris Evans would be the perfect human LP

“I SHALL AVENGE YOU, MY FRIEND” 

This scene, the climax, and the end of the episode gave me a theory, but it will have its own post

British accent=smart?

First thing he does is slick back the hair. Classy

“That cad, Steelbeak” We should call more people cads

How did LP fit into that much smaller man’s uniform? Are they extra stretchy? Because I can totally see that being something FOWL would do. It’s practical

“I don’t know what any of those words mean.” Same

“Heavens, you don’t want them to think you don’t know what you’re doing!” My constant struggle

The supersious guy is adorable

“Well, it’s certainly proving to be bad luck FOR YOU!”

KARATE CHOP ACTION

He still calls him Mr McDee. I just think that’s cute

Dear Dewford. Aww

“I won’t let him down again.” AAAAWWWWWWW

“Can’t go out there looking like this.” You can’t fight crime if you ain’t cute (or sexy in LP’s case)

LAUNCHPAD, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER

That is an old-ass phone you got there, LP

Scrooge is 2 for 2 in missing important calls. Probably should turn his ringtone on

Webby is just so done

“Ah yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sonny.” God, Scrooge can get downright FERAL

Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it DW cameo. It looks like Drake’s DW. Does he have merch now? Does he get a cute of the sales? Who makes the merch?

WEBBY WILL FUCKING END YOU

Dewey is SO precious this episode. His cute little bounces

“I’m actually afraid and a little dehydrated, this game is AWESOME” GET THAT BOY SOME JUICE STAT

I love when shows realistically portray sound

“No time for a...crash course” YEEEEEAAAAAAAH

How’d he get a grappling hook?

“THAT’S MY PARTNER!” DEWEY LOVES LP SO MUCH!!

“How is he doing this?” The power of sexy? I don’t know either, bro

“There goes your pal LURCH-POUND! HA! You know, because he just got lurched into that POND OVER THERE?!” “That’s technically a bay.” “I’M NOT STUPID!”

“Classic villain lair!” I can appreciate a man who knows what he’s about

Why do villains alway jump INSTANTLY to the world? You gotta take baby steps. Start with a city, then a state, then the tri-state area a country, THEN the world. Gotta pace yourself

“And Uncle Scrooge only gives us like a nickel each week.” Do they do chores to earn that allowance? I mean, probably. Do Donald and Della have to do chores as well? Give them at least a dime, Scrooge!

MORE SEXY LAUNCHPAD! DAMN YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN!

“Waaaaiiiit a minute, is that my suit?!” “It suits me better.” DAMN STRAIGHT IT DOES! LP fills the jacket out

I like Steelbeak adding on his fingers

“Your fancy speak won’t work on me, Dummy-O-Duck. Ha-ha, classic.”

“That was totally my plan the whole time” Sweetie, just...no

“I guess you’re not as smart as *voice crack* ME.” “Not as smart as I.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CORRECTING GRAMMAR!

THEY’RE BACK! AND THE THEME SONG! SO BEAUTIFUL!

Again, I thought Steelbeak’s beak was coming off

I like that Steelbeak went into pray position while being shocked

I’m gonna pretend the Rangers were off on their own adventure the whole time’

“Thanks for the...rescue.” AND GADGET SALUTES BACK AND WINKS! BEAUTIFUL!

“No person could survive being that stupid”

Launchpad, always willing to take one for the team

“There’s so much more I could accomplish! Stop the evil conspiracy out to get us! Solve world hunger! Land a plane!” No matter how smart he is, Launchpad still can’t stick the landing

“Launchpad, why are you overthinking this?” “Because I want to be good enough for you!” SOB

“Of course you’re good enough for me. You’re my best friend.” SOOOOOOOOOOB

“For Dewey, and Duckburg.” He put Dewey first, daaaaawwwww

HIM CATCHING DEWEY AND HOLDING HIM TIGHT TO HIS CHEST?! SO WHOLESOME!!

First thing LP does after things go back to normal? Fix his hair. Hair is very important to your state of mind, I guess

“Was it all a game?” Life is just a game

“Wait until I tell Huey I...YOU beat the game.” AAAAWWWWWW

“I’m not playing with anyone but you.” MY HEART!!!!

Scrooge is so broken. And the ticket to prize ratio, too true

“How much money did you spend to get those tickets?” Don’t play skee ball, kids. It will ruin your life

“I don’t think we should bring you here anymore.” Donald should probably be the one picking you up because Della would TOTALLY get hooked on a game/get too aggressive and I could see Beakley falling into the same trap

The comb just sticks there

The subtitles call him Suave-Pad, I LOVE IT!

“I like purple. A lot. Ha! Man, I’m glad I got that off my chest.” A DW reference or a CODEWORD?

“WARM THEM, YOU OLD FOOL! WAAAAARN THEEEEEM! Oh, dash it all, I’m going for a soak.”

“Restoring your ‘intelligence’ as it were.” BURN

She’s on a first-name basis with him...interesting

“OR ANY KINDS OF RAYS!” No mad sciencing here

“Who’s stupid now?” Gloating is very unbecoming

There are...certain people I wish I could force to shut up like that

His muffled screaming is great

Again, Rubix cube solving proves intelligence

How did he not notice it was wet when he picked it up?

I NEED THE SONG IN FULL SOMEWHERE TO DOWNLOAD

This one was super fun and emotional. I was not expecting this to be the episode that the Rescue Rangers would make their debut in but I’m glad they were here. Dewey and Launchpad’s friendship is so pure and adorable. I almost wish there hadn’t been a b-plot but it was fun. I know other people are upset over Steelbeak/the Rescue Rangers being different but I like them. This show is different from those shows. Steelbeak was repurposed into being Launchpad’s nemesis so he needed to match him. Plus we already have a bunch of smarties in FOWL. And this Steelbeak seems younger and less experienced so it would make sense that he’s not as clever. The Rangers didn’t really change that much from their show, just got a new origin that helps them fit into the world that has already been set up. I think this episode is going in the top 5.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Gotham 3x19

okay I'm drinking now

and god knows I need it because Pengriddler is at it again !!!

I really think the writers fumbled the bag not hooking them up the first time they had a chance but the opportunity is so CHOICE right now

okay if I had a nickel for every time a Selina Kyle got pushed out a window to keep someone else's secret and got resurrected just to come back homicidal and wearing a leather jacket -

David Mazouz is so good at playing sinister little freakchild I love him

anyway this episode keeps buffering and it feels like god is trying to tell me something but brother I've never been one for listening

Alfred once again verbally berating a concussed teenage girl

my biggest red flag is that I actually would watch an entire episode of Oswald and his worstie bitching at each other in prison like those old gay muppets

okay. okay listen. I'm always on Oswald's side. always. but cunt move from Thee Riddler.

anyway Cory Michael Smith's second best strong suit just seems to be playing the annoying hetero to Robin Lord Taylor's annoying homo and they should really just. let him do that.

the thing is that the guy who's being Bruce's creepy evil mentor looks like um. you know the evil retired security guard from Night at the Museum. him.

do you guys ever drink half a mikes hard and feel like you've maybe overdone it. the thing is that I'm like five feet tall.

I think Lee should be allowed to rip Jervis Tetch's head off. just like with her bare hands. his hair looks good though whatever his shampoo/condition routine is in arkham it's working.

genuinely. genuinely insane that they didn't fuck after this.

take a shot every time an antagonist, literally any antagonist, walks into the GCPD and effortlessly wipes the floor with literally every cop present

LEE JESUS CHRIST

hello everyone I once again find myself with too much free time and not enough self preservation

and you know what that means

Gotham 3x17

told myself I wouldn't start drinking until the despair set in but it started setting in before the recap ended

Barbara's really dangling this court of owls shit in front of riddleboy like a dog owner waving a peanut butter treat in front of a particularly noxious labradoodle

placing my bets on a Deuce Wayne heroic sacrifice right now. nobody in fiction gets nosebleeds if they're not getting ready to die dramatically

this cunt is so obsessed with his brand I hate him. there was one (1) fun riddler episode and it's never happening again. he got an ugly haircut and got cocky. get a proper fade dipshit. this is some Grant O'Brien getting a haircut inmediately before his headshots energy.

I hope Lee gets Jim sent back to prison tbh get him girlboss. rip out his throat.

actually crazy that Lucius isn't in this episode. have to assume he requested indefinite paid leave after getting sexually harassed by the Riddler last time.

Cory Michael Smith is trying so hard I'm in pain. he acts with his teeth when Ed gets spicy it's insane to watch.

if I had a nickel for every time a Selina Kyle got thrown out of a window to keep her from revealing someone's secret only to get resurrected by cats, etc

relating to Jim for the first time in my life by also yearning for Ed's original characterization.

GOD THE TALON MASKS ARE SO UGLY I HATE IT HERE

it's so funny how literally every act in every nightclub in Gotham sucks no matter how good the club is supposed to be

cannot properly emphasize the degree to which the court of owls masks look like they were stolen from a spirit halloween by an intern during the november first shoplifting blitz

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Resource Management, pt27

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Author’s note: WELCOME TO CANADA!!

“Barbie Broughton? Are you fucking kidding me? Barbie? Really?” I looked at the ID. My face, and the horrible name. Colonel Rhodes had made me a captain though. That wasn’t too bad.

“It was the best I could do on short notice, Annie,” Tony rolled his eyes.

“You named me Barbie, Tony! I hope no one pulls me over,” I muttered. Colonel Rhodes leaned against the counter, watching me serve dinner.

“You’ll have to use it to check into hotels, sign credit card slips. Decide now how you want to be addressed.” He stole a wing from the plate.

“Ugh. I suppose Barbara will have to do,” I sighed.

“Think of this as an adventure, Annie.” Tony traded me a fresh beer for his dinner plate. We settled in for dinner. I steered the conversation away from everything wrong in the world, and instead we talked about the sights I was bound to be able to see on my drive. Despite having grown up in Canada, I’d never strayed too far from home before leaving to work for SHIELD. I was looking forward to seeing so much of country.

Pepper arrived and joined us for dinner. She had left a huge pile of shopping bags in the hallways. I soon learned everything there was intended for me. It was too much, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted my cover so thorough and complete that I wasn’t to touch my own things until I was settled in at Tony’s cabin. She went through each bag with me carefully. The woman had impeccable taste. She’d even bought me a Lulu Lemon sweatshirt, saying she saw a lot more of it when she was in Canada than she did elsewhere. I’d never been able to justify the extravagance of Lulu Lemon before, and pulled the sweatshirt on right away. I tucked the rest of the new clothes into the new bags she had purchased for me, and zipped them closed. Tony met me in the hallway and held out a messenger bag.

“What’s this?”

“You need to leave your laptop behind. This is a new one. I’ve left some notes and directions on it. For checking in with me, and the like. No porn, Annie. Here is your new shiny credit card. There’s $500 in cash in the front pocket of the bag. Have you got a gun?” He held out the credit card. I slipped it into the wallet that Pepper had bought me. Again, the woman had impeccable taste.

“I’m going to Canada, Tony, there’s laws about hand guns,” I argued.

“You need a gun. Don’t tell me you don’t have one.” His tone was sharp.

“Alright, yes. My super gave me his service revolver.” I dug into the shoulder bag and pulled it out.

“Ammo?” He asked. I dug out the two boxes of bullets that Bob had handed me. Tony opened them up to check and started laughing. He shook one of the boxes and a roll of bills slid out. It had to be at least a thousand dollars.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, “That man deserves to be sainted. He couldn’t afford to give me that! Tony, you have to make sure he gets it back.”

“Of course.” He nodded and put aside the one box. “You’re going to need extra ammo. I’ll get someone to meet us at the airport with it.”

“I suppose I need to get comfortable with this, don’t I?” I swallowed back my nerves.

“Time is wasting, Annie. Let’s get going.” He gestured toward the elevator and followed me down the hall, dragging my suitcase behind him.

When I was a kid, my dad had always called Toronto ‘The Big Smoke’. I don’t know where it came from, and I knew about 4 other cities that also boasted the nickname, but whenever anyone said it, I always thought of Toronto. My mum had always called it Hogtown, and I grew up calling it T.O., which, when I googled it as an adult, I learned was a generational thing. Any way you looked at it, Toronto was a big, sprawling metropolitan mess. It was bigger than Vancouver, not as pretty, but definitely more famous. From my view, out the wing window of the Stark Industries jet, it looked like another big city to get lost in. I hoped for a GPS in whatever vehicle Pepper had arranged for me.

“Okay, Annie, it’s showtime. Let’s get the suit on.” Tony gestured to the back of the cabin. I followed him to the open space before the galley. He put down what looked like a red and gold suitcase and tapped it with his toe. I assumed that I should starfish, and I was glad I did. The suit snapped onto me, battering me in the process. It was not built for a woman, let alone a woman with my bust. My chest felt tight, and I immediately had issues breathing.

“Tony, I don’t know if this is going to work. I can hardly breathe. It’s crushing my boobs,” I was a little breathless. He bit back a smirk and tapped at the tablet he was holding. The suit loosened just enough that I didn’t feel like I might collapse from lack of oxygen.

“Let me know where else is bothering you. Still sore from your roll down the freeway?” He watched the suit clicking into place with a critical eye, looking down every few seconds to tap something into the tablet. It always resulted in immediate relief from something pinching me.

“Am I still going to look like Iron Man in this? Because if you keep letting out seams to accommodate my lady parts, I’m going to look like Iron Vixen,” I commented when the chestplate loosened again. Pepper snorted into the back of her hand. Tony pursed his lips and squinted.

“If you jet off as quick as you can, no one will really notice.”

“This assumes I can figure out how to make your damn suit work,” I laughed.

“I’ve got J.A.R.V.I.S. set to autopilot you. You just need to put your hands at your sides, and everything will go to plan. There’s coordinates set for the Stark Industries plant, which is where we will meet you,” he explained.

“And you think the Stark Industries plant is safe?” I asked. I was worried it would be being watched.

“It’s a calculated risk, Annie. We have to hope we’re not being watched,” Pepper offered. The helmet and mask snapped onto my head and I had a moment of panic and claustrophobia before the heads-up display flashed on, and J.A.R.V.I.S. started talking to me. I saw Tony and Pepper sit back down for the landing, and tried to brace myself, thinking I might topple over. But the suit was pretty awesome and the pilot was exceptionally smooth. When the plane taxied to a stop, Pepper signaled to me to follow her to the door. When the door opened, she nodded and J.A.R.V.I.S. took over, flying me out of the airport’s airspace at a low altitude that wouldn’t interfere with the planes. J.A.R.V.I.S. informed me that the pilot had received clearance for us to fly away. The sensation of flying in the Iron Man suit was not what I was expecting at all. I think we all have that dream about the air rushing through your hair, and lightness and freedom. I felt like I was in a steel prison. The only way I knew I was moving was by watching the world pass by below me. It was surreal.

Tony had bought me a Jeep Cherokee. Correction. Tony had bought Barbie Broughton a Jeep Cherokee. Thankfully, it wasn’t a brand new one. It was stocked with a bunch of camping gear, and was in exactly the right condition for a road trip: just a little beat up on the exterior, but tuned impeccably in the engine.

“Annie, promise me you won’t take any stupid risks. I have enough to worry about with him,” Pepper placed a hand on my arm. “And think about dyeing your hair tonight. Just to be safe.”

“Cross my heart, Pepper. Thank you so much,” I threw my arms around her impulsively. She took a short step back before returning the hug. Tony put his arms around both of us and squeezed his way in between us somehow.

“Can you blame me for wanting to be the meat in the sandwich?” He asked when we pushed him away. I shook my head, and pulled him close.

“I can’t even put into words, Tony. I never thought in a million years you would be this good, decent and kind. Thank you so much.”

“Stop, I’ll cry,” he teased. “The GPS in the Jeep will get you where you are going. J.A.R.V.I.S. is linked to it and to your laptop. You have your own encrypted hotspot for internet. Don’t pick up hitchhikers, and don’t linger too long anywhere. You’re on leave after a tour in Iraq, so you aren’t going to waste time getting to your family’s cabin in BC to get away from the world. And Pepper’s right. Think about hair colour. I’m fond of red myself.”

“I got it, Dad.” I winked at Pepper. Tony put the keys in my hand and gave me one last look before sighing and turning back to the building. I climbed into the Jeep, plugged in the iPod he’d handed me with the keys and turned the engine over. AC/DC came blasting through the speakers and I smiled. It was going to be a long drive, but I was finally on my way.

Northern Ontario was the longest, dullest, most horrible stretch of road I’d ever had the bad luck of driving. There was nothing to see, except trees as far as the eye could see. I might have enjoyed it more, but I was trying to cover as much ground as I could before I stopped. In a perfect world, where I wasn’t worried about HYDRA and Garrett, I would have stopped at Sault Ste Marie, but it was just too close to the border. I wound up stopping in Sudbury for some supplies early in the drive, but then I drove until I couldn’t focus on the road anymore, and wound up in a tiny town called Marathon. I found a hotel and crashed for the night. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. In the morning, after checking in my email with Tony and sending him a photo of the giant nickel in Sudbury, I walked over to the hair salon.

“Good morning!” There was a single woman in the shop. She was probably in her late twenties, and she had a welcoming smile. It was reassuring. “What can I help you with?”

“If you have an appointment available, I’m looking for a new look,” I started.

“I can fit you in right now. What are you thinking?”

“I’d like to try a different colour, go shorter.” I took a deep breath. I was pretty attached to my two-inches-past-regulation hair.

“Bad break up?” She asked, giving me a sympathetic look.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, honey, let’s start by washing that man out of your hair,” she pointed at the sink. I followed her over and let her go to work. I was worried that the only hair salon in a town of 3000 people on the Canadian Shield was a tragedy waiting to happen. She cut my hair shorter than I would have liked, but in the end, once I washed all the product out of it, I thought I would be quite happy with the cut. It would still go into a ponytail, and she’d given me flowy layers around my face that softened my cheekbones and jaw. I’d suggested a chestnut brown, and despite my best effort to stick to my guns, she eventually convinced me that going brunette would be too stark against my pale skin. I wound up a strawberry blonde that was eerily reminiscent of Pepper’s hair colour. I wasn’t going to tell Tony.

“I love it,” I admitted with complete honesty.

“A little less Barbie now, wouldn’t you say? You must get that all the time,” the hairdresser laughed.

“I do,” I admitted with a sigh, “maybe I should have gone red a long time ago.”

“Well, you’re red now, and no one is going to call you Barbie for a good long time.” I left a sizeable tip and found the coffee shop before hitting the road again.

It took me two days to drive out of Ontario. I stopped in Kenora overnight, and sent Tony a picture of the giant fish that was the highlight of Kenora’s roadside. I was completely astonished to blow through all of Manitoba the next day, landing for the night in Saskatchewan. It was so incredibly flat, I was reasonably sure I could already see the Rockies. I couldn’t, of course, but I felt like I could. The Timbits in Saskatchewan were significantly better than the ones I’d had in New York, and I felt like I wanted to tell someone, but I stopped myself from sharing with the old guys sitting beside me at the Tim Horton’s in Yorkton. They didn’t look like HYDRA, they looked like old dude farmers, but I didn’t want to risk it.

I sent a quick email to Tony updating him of my location, and let him know I expected to be on the road for another two days at least. If I were lucky, it would only be two more days. I’d had too many close calls to want to stop for longer than a quick stop for a toilet and cup of coffee. It was killing me to stay more than a few hours a night at a hotel, and I found that I was napping in rest stops quite a bit to compensate for my habit of leaving as the sun rose. It would be good to get to my destination. Double-checking the map was a double-edged sword. Tony’s cabin, which I was sure was not so much a cabin as a palace in the woods run on an ARC reactor, was less than two hours from my mother’s house. From my childhood home. In my hometown. That I had to drive through to get to his cabin.

I hadn’t been home in ten years, but my hometown wasn’t a vast sprawling city like Toronto or Vancouver. It was a small city that prided itself on small city culture. If I ran into one person who recognized me, the whole cloak and dagger routine would be blown, and HYDRA would know exactly where I was. With my current luck, there were probably already HYDRA thugs in town waiting for me.

[tiredgaykeith]

Matt Holt Drabble

I’m inspired and it’s Matt Holt Week so here you go enjoy <3

Day 4: Free Day

Graceless

Matt was ten years old when his dad bought him his first telescope. He had been begging and pleading for one after his best friend had gotten one at Christmas. Matt could still remember looking through the telescope at the moon in utter awe and shock for the first time. But, as it was, Mat’s family was struggling too much to get him one.

NASA was facing budget cuts, his dad’s job was on the line, and every nickel and dime had to be saved in case of a ‘rainy day’, or as Mat worried, the day his father might be forced to leave his dream job. Mat didn’t expect to get a telescope anytime soon. So when it came around to February 28th, young Matt was surprised when he was viciously shaken awake by his then five-year-old, little sister Katie.

Her eyes were bright with excitement as she giggled, “Matty! Matty! Go downstairs, downstairs! It’s your berf-day! It’s a surp-wise!”

Matt reached haphazardly for the glasses on his bedstead, and rushed down the carpeted stairs of his childhood home, Katie following hot on his footsteps.

At the bottom of the starts, his eyes grew wide at the sight. In the middle of their homey, little living room was a large, sleek telescope with a big, light green ribbon tied fancy around the barrel (Green was his favorite color). His father, much younger and still carrying his sandy blonde hair, sat crossed-legged on the plush, white sofa. He looked up at him over the Sunday paper with a knowing smile and a gleam in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his dark frames.

“Oh, hey kiddo,” he took a long sip of his coffee and sighed, setting it back down on their coffee table, “Found this just sittiin’ here this mornin’. Must’ve been some of those aliens from the last X-Files episode, huh-oof!”

Before his father could even finish his joking rambling, Matt had already ran up and hugged him tight around the chest. He buried his head into his dad’s chest as his dad patted him on the back, chuckling. Matt could smell the black coffee and minty toothpaste on his dad’s breath, the over laying sent of metal on his clothes from probably working earlier in the lab.

“Thanks dad,” he said, looking up at him through his own frames with admiration, having nothing but endless pride for the incredible dad that Sam Holt was in that moment.

Sam smiled down, warm and comforting.

“Of course, son,” then he looked up with a childish wonderment the betrayed the wrinkles of his eyes, “Now! Let’s get this thing to your room and I’ll show yeah how to work it!”

Matt faintly remembers Katie’s excited giggles and hoorays, his mother’s soft voice telling his dad not to strain himself, before it goes black.

“Number 2-3-2! I said get up, you filthy pest!”

A sudden jab into the left side of his gut shook Mat from his slumber, leaving him gasping for breath, and trying to remember his surroundings.

Then he did remember, and he wished he hadn’t. The cold, metal flooring beneath his head, the continuous buzzing the ship that he was convinced they made louder during sleeping hours just to drive them to insanity; he looked over at all of the nine other prisoners he shared the cell with, each looking on with a different expression: fear, worry, sadness. He looked up to where a Galra solider towered above him, the end of a gun barrel staring him down.

“You’re up next, 2-3-2! Hurry, I ain’t losing my position here cause of some lazy prison rat.”

Matt pulled himself off the ground, ignoring the stabbing pain in his side and pounding migraine, probably from the sharp blow he got to the head in the last round. He stumbled out of the prison cell down the halls, where thousands and thousands of prisoners lied in all directions. Each had a family, had a home. At least, at one time they did. Some probably had their families killed, others, their entire planet destroyed.

Matt could still save his, though.

As he got to the waiting room, the two Galra soldiers undressed him and put him into the warrior gear they now gave him, after he won his second round. They handed him his spear, the weapon he had stolen from another boy who he fought in this same arena. That boy had to have around his age. He will never forget the way they pulled his limp body out, dragging against the arena floor.

He would never let himself forget.

“You’re on,” The Galra solider that took him from the cell said, “Make a good show for the commanders, we have a special guest watching tonight. The prince. He might give you a prize if you give him some entertainment.”

Matt didn’t say anything back, but looked at himself in the reflection of the metal doors in front of him. His hair was so long now, a small scar showed from underneath his armor on his neck, though it hid the majority of the ones scattered on his chest and back.

Fuck the prince. He was going to get in, and get out. Like normal. He would kill, but for no one except his sister’s bright eyes, his father’s warm smile, and his mother’s comforting voice. Those were the only things that mattered now.  

The metal doors parted, the screams from the arena poured into the room in a rush, the bright lights blinding him.

Matt stepped forward.

So the title I got from a song I listened to while writing this called Graceless by The National. A beautiful song and reminds me a ton of Matt and probably his thoughts during this imprisonment. I like to think that Shiro inspired Matt to get stronger and eventually tried to fight to get out of imprisonment and back home. Really hope we get to see this boy alive and happy in Season 3. Love you, Matt <3

[bulltruearchive]

a  meta  /  analysis  ?  about  my  favourite  scene  in  the  novella  :  set  way  after  everything  to  do  with  ray  brower.

as  we  well  know,  chris  chambers  isn’t  like  his  family.  he  knows  this,  though  he  still  feels  he’ll  turn  out  like  them  just  as  everyone  expects  him  to,  &  this  scene,  to  me,  completely  sums  up  his  character.  it  proves  to  us  that  chris  could  never  be  like  his  father  &  brothers.  not  ever.

earlier  on  in  the  story  we  get  chris’  confession  about  how  he  hates  castle  rock,  hates  his  family  ;  how  he  wants  to  be  able  to  go  somewhere  where  he  can  start  fresh,  without  this  chambers  kid  baggage  weighing  him  down  :

‘  but  maybe  i'll  try  to  work  myself  up.  i  don't  know  if  i  could  do  it,  but  i  might  try.  because  i  want  to  get  out  of  castle  rock  and  go  to  college  and  never  see  my  old  man  or  any  of  my  brothers  again.  i  want  to  go  someplace  where  nobody  knows  me  and  i  don't  have  any  black  marks  against  me  before  i  start.  but  i  don't  know  if  i  can  do  it.  ’

notice  how  chris  doesn’t  say  my  family  or  anything  like  that  ?  he  specifically  states  his  father  &  his  brothers  ---  &  i’m  assuming  he  means  frank  &  rich,  as  sheldon  &  emery  are  younger  &  therefore  are  (  probably  )  not  as  much  as  an  issue.  this  leads  me  to  think  that  chris  loves  &  cares  about  his  mum,  even  if  mrs  chambers  has  a  nasty  habit  of  taking  off  to  visit  her  sister  whenever  mr  chambers  goes  on  a  bender.  this  revelation  is  important  to  me,  &  i  think  it’s  highlighted  in  my  favourite  part  of  the  book,  as  i’ll  ramble  about  now.

so  ace  merrill  tells  the  gang  that  it  isn’t  over, &  he’s  super  pissed  at  chris  for  threatening  him  with  the  gun  (  though  i’m  fine  to  let  movie!gordie  have  that  moment  in  the  sun  ),  &  with  the  treehouse  club  in  general  for  not  letting  the  cobras  get  the  glory  for  the  discovery  of  brower’s  body.  ace  &  fuzzy  beat  gordie  up  something  good,  but  it’s  what  happens  to  chris  that  really  gets  me.

---  there  was  chris  to  think  of.  his  brother  eyeball  had  broken  his  arm  in two  places  and  had  left  his  face  looking  like  a  canadian  sunrise.  they  had  to  set  the  elbow-break  with  a  steel  pin. 

it’s  important  to  note  that  this  is  in  no  way  the  first  time  a  family  member  has  broken  chris’  bones  (  chris  dad  broke  chris's  nose  and  his right  wrist  after  the  milk  money  incident, &  he  had  to  stay  in  the  hospital  overnight  ),  but  the  emphasis  on  his  elbow  being  broken  &  having  to  set  it  with  a  steel  pin  makes  me  think  this  break  is  really  bad  ;  rich  went  out  of  his  way  to  really  fuck  chris’  arm  up.

 mrs  mcginn  from  down  the  road  saw  chris  staggering  along  the  soft  shoulder,  bleeding  from  both  ears  and  reading  a  richie  rich  comic  book.

where’s  chris  heading  at  this  point  in  time  ?  is  he  walking  himself  to  the  emergency  room  ?  we  don’t  know,  but  the  fact  that  not  only  is  he  keeping  to  the  side  of  the  road  by  walking  on  the  soft  shoulder  ---  trying  to  not  draw  attention  to  himself  ;  others  would  walk  in  the  middle  of  the  road  to  try  &  garner  help  &  attention,  i  would  think  ---  but  he’s  also  reading  a  fucking  richie  rich  comic  book  whilst  bleeding  from  the  ears  with  an  arm  broken  in  two  places  is  .  .  .  phew  boy.  chris  chambers  is  the  embodiment  of  ‘  don’t  worry  about  me,  i’m  fine,  how  are  you  though,  that’s  the  important  thing    ’  &  this  shows  it.  it’s  also  reminds  us  that  chris  is  a  twelve  year  old  kid,  something  easy  to  forget  when  he’s  clearly  wise  beyond  his  years  &  is  the  group’s  mom  friend  tm.

  she  took  him  to  the  cmg  emergency  room  where  chris  told  the  doctor  he  had  fallen  down  the  cellar  stairs  in  the  dark.

chris  doesn’t  have  a  reason  to  lie  to  the  doctor.  he’s  not  lying  about  his  dad  beating  him  up  ---  it  was  rich,  whom  everyone  knows  is  a  good  for  nothing  &  part  of  ace  merrill’s  gang.  but  chris  lies  about  it  anyway  &  refuses  to  change  his  story.  is  he  protecting  rich  ?

‘  right,  ’  the  doctor  said,  every  bit  as  disgusted  with  chris  as  dr  clarkson  had  been  with  [  gordie  ],  and  then  he  went  to  call  sheriff  bannerman. 

finally  !!  a  doctor  looking  out  for  a  child  no  matter  his  family,  &  calling  the  sheriff  ---  which  is  as  close  to  cps  as  castle  rock  can  get.

while  he  did  that  from  his  office,  chris  went  slowly  down  the  hall,  holding  the  temporary  sling  against  his  chest  so  the  arm  wouldn't  swing  and  grate  the  broken  bones  together,

what  the  fuck,  chris,  have  you  done  this  before  ?????

and  used  a  nickel  in  the  pay  phone  to  call  home -- he  told  me  later  it  was  the  first  collect  call  he  had  ever  made  and  he  was  scared  to  death  that  mrs mcginn  wouldn't  accept  the  charges - but  she  did.

i’m  emotional.  chris  actually  recounts  this  story  to  gordie.  chris,  who  keeps  everything  bottled  up  because  he’s  taught  that  crying,  that  showing  your  emotions  is  pussy  ;  he  tells  chris  what  he  does  when  he’s  in  the  hospital.  their  friendship  means  everything  to  me.

‘  chris,  are  you  all  right ?  ’  she  asked.

‘  yes,  thank  you,  ’ chris  said.

this  boy  is  stupidly  polite,  how  can  the  town  think  so  poorly  of  him  ?

‘  i'm  sorry  i  couldn't  stay  with  you,  chris,  but  i  had  pies  in  the-  ’

‘  that's  all  right,  missus  mcginn,  ’  chris  said.  ‘  can  you  see  the  buick  in  our  dooryard ?  ’

already  we  know  now  that  chris  isn’t  calling  to  thank  mrs  mcginn.  maybe  he  already  did  when  she  dropped  him  off,  but  this  call  is  more  important  than  thanking  his  neighbour  for  taking  him  the  the  hospital  emergency  room.

the  buick  was  the  car  chris's  mother  drove.  it  was  ten  years  old  and  when  the  engine  got  hot  it  smelted  like  frying  hush  puppies.

never  forget  the  chambers  family  is  poor  as  fuck  &  mr  chambers  is  unemployed  &  spends  his  occasional  welfare  money  on  booze  !

‘  it's  there,  ’  she  said  cautiously.  best  not  to  mix  in  too  much  with  the  chamberses.  poor  white  trash  ;  shanty  irish.

is  this  a  good  time  to  point  out  that  mrs  mcginn  is  also  irish,  or  at  the  very  least  married  to  an  irishman ?  yet  there’s  such  an  ingrained  dislike  of  the  chambers  family  that  she  tries  her  best  to  steer  clear  of  them,  even  with  a  son  like  chris.

‘  would  you  go  over  and  tell  mamma  to  go  downstairs  and  take  the  lightbulb  out  of  the  socket  in  the  cellar ?  ’

the  english  teacher  in  me  will  tell  you  that  if  you  really  want  someone  to  do  you  a  favour,  you  say  would  you  instead  of  could  you,  as  it  seems  much  more  polite  &  gentle,  whereas  could  you  makes  it  seem  like  you’re  not  giving  them  the  option,  &  they’re  more  likely  to  become  resentful  rather  than  do  the  favour.  does  chris  know  this  ?  no.  is  it  just  a  learned  thing  that  would  you  is  softer  &  more  polite  ?  possibly.  whatever  it  is,  chris  really  wants  this  favour  done,  &  is  asking  mrs  mcginn  in  the  most  polite  way  he  knows  (  though  the  politest  would  be  would  you  please.  )

not  only  that,  but  he  calls  his  mum  mamma.  not  mom , not  my  mom,  not  my  mother,  but  MAMMA.  this  reinforces  the  idea  that  he  cares  about  his  mum  ---  he  uses  a  term  of  endearment  for  her,  &  he  doesn’t  use  one  for  his  father.

‘  chris,  i  really,  my  pies -  ’

‘  tell  her,  ’  chris  said  implacably, ‘  to  do  it  right  away.  unless  she  maybe  wants  my  brother  to  go  to  jail.  ’ 

boom  !  chris  doesn’t  give  two  shits  about  your  pies,  mrs  mcginn  ---  i  bet  you’re  not  even  gonna  bring  one  over  for  him  &  see  how  he’s  doing,  will  you  ?  no.  chris  cares  about  his  mum,  &  even  though  he  must  be  very  stressed  right  now  as  he  knows  the  doctor  is  off  talking  to  sheriff  bannerman  &  he  only  has  a very  limited  amount  of  time  to  have  this  phone  call,  he  keeps  his  calm  &  just  reiterates  what  he  needs  her  to  do.  he  won’t  be  swayed  by  worries  of  burnt  pies  -  he  needs  mrs  mcginn  to  tell  his  mum  to  take  the  cellar  lightbulb  out.  why  ?  because  he  told  the  doctor  that  was  how  he  hurt  himself.  &  then  on  top  of  that,  we  have  chris  saying  that  he  knows  that  if  the  lightbulb  doesn’t  get  taken  out,  then  rich  is  fucked  &  it’s  bye  bye  castle  rock,  hello  shawshank  penitentiary  (  or  hello  portsmouth  )  for  the  second  eldest  chambers  boy.

but  again,  is  chris  doing  this  for  rich  ?  i  don’t  think  so.  we  know  that  mr  chambers  only  started  getting  abusive  once  frank  went  to  jail  on  his  assault  &  rape  charges,  so  whilst  there  may  be  a  sense  of  underlying  self-protection  in  asking  this  favour  of  mrs  mcginn,  i  wholly  think  it’s  to  save  his  mum.  mrs  chambers  has  six  children,  one  of  whom  is  in  jail,  one  of  whom  is  a  high  school  drop  out,  &  three  of  whom  are  under  ten  years  of  age.  she  has  an  alcoholic  brute  of  a  husband.  her  saving  grace  is  her  car  &  the  ability  to  drive  to  lewistown  to  visit  her  sister  when  things  get  really  bad.  she  has  a  son  who  calls  her  mamma  even  though  he’s  twelve,  &  it’s  probably  pussy  to  be  a  mama’s  boy  or  to  call  your  mum  anything  but  mom.  

but  chris  calls  her  that  anyway,  &  he  lies  about  how  he  broke  his  arm  to  the  doctor,  &  then  theoretically  the  police,  &  he  asks  mrs  mcginn  to  tell  his  mum  to  take  out  the  cellar  light  unless  she’s  okay  with  rich  going  to  jail,  because  chris  knows  she  won’t  be  okay  with  rich  going  to  jail,  knows  she  won’t  be  okay  seeing  another  one  of  her  children  end  up  in  prison  for  assault  charges  ---  &  on  another  one  of  her  children,  too  !  chris  knows  the  town’s  views  against  the  chamberses  would  just  worsen,  that  it  might  end  up  being  too  much  for  his  mum,  too  much  for  his  dad  (  how  bad  would  mr  chambers  get  now  ?  ),  &  that  it  would  be  hell  for  the  younger  children.

so  he  lies  to  protect  his  mum,  which  in  turn  protects  rich  &  the  rest  of  the  family.  chris  doesn’t  care  if  the  doctors  or  the  police  don’t  believe  him  ---  as  long  as  there’s  no  light  in  the  cellar,  his  story  is  watertight,  rich  doesn’t  go  to  jail,  &  his  mum  remains  .  .  .  well,  as  she  is.

this  is  my  favourite  scene  because  it  just  shows  how  utterly  selfless  chris  is,  &  how  he’s  always  thinking  of  others  first.  would  it  be  in  his  best  interests  to  see  rich  locked  away,  with  maybe  the  rest  of  ace’s  gang  ?  probably.  is  it  in  his  family’s  best  interests  ?  absolutely  not.  he  remains  calm,  has  a  practiced  lie  &  way  to  turn  it  into  ‘  reality  ’,  &  he  sees  it  through,  all  to  protect  others.  chris  chambers  deserved  better  than  what  he  got  in  life.