#thinking actually of naming him marlow

[etre-grantaire]

So we are approaching what is probably going to be Scary’s lowest point, but oh god I think there is so much opportunity for Terry Jr to reach out to her right now and I really really need that to happen.

Like the parallels are right there, and I think that Terry is uniquely in a position to reach Scary where she is—being manipulated by a father figure purporting to care about her but really just using her for his own ends. Like Terry has been there and lived it and almost got the people who love him killed because of it.

I think that maybe Terry forgot how he felt about Ron at first, how hard it can be to have someone come into your life without your decision and without your consent and then try to love you, because it seems like from the moment they bonded in the forgotten realms they ended up having a pretty good relationship (because Ron’s emotionally available now!). And I think that maybe he blocked it out or softened his memories and that’s why he’s struggling with Scary—he doesn’t remember how hard it was with Ron to start with and he’s just projecting the good relationship they ended up with onto Scary. But this might be a wake up call as to how far she’s slipped away. He’s watching the past repeat itself, but now he is in a position to help her.

I feel like Link is really going to struggle with forgiving Scary because his dads are everything to him and he already spent so much time worrying about Marco, and now Scary has just dragged him into this world by facilitating a murder at his dinner party. And if Grant was hurt during the escape (“you should see the other guy”) I think it would be really hard for him to come back from that. The two people he cares most about in the world have been seriously hurt by Scary’s actions and this might be a breaking point for him.

Normal I think will really want to forgive her and bring her back to them but I think he has too much of the Oak anger in him and even though he’s trying to control it, I don’t think that he’s ready for a situation like this, where Scary is probably going to do everything she can to push him away and hurt him. And I think that without Link’s support he probably won’t have the confidence to try and reach out by himself.

Taylor would probably be the most okay with the actual murder, but the fact that Scary did it without talking it through with them may seem like evidence that his dad is right and he can’t even trust his friends, and he might pull away. While I can see him trying to talk to Normal and Link about Scary’s point of view (clearly trying to be Tony Pepperoni’s friend wasn’t working, and they had already spent 2 months trying with no result, and I think that the Close-Foster-Swift family has a kind of maybe cold practicality to them at times when it’s not their loved ones getting hurt), I don’t see him reaching out independently to her. He’ll also probably be more focused on what this means for his mom and if she’s going to be safe, now that he’s seen Willy kill someone when they become inconvenient with no regards to consequences.

So I feel like it will really need to be Terry who reaches out to bring Scary back from Willy and offers her another father figure but on her own terms, and help to bridge the gap between them. Having Terry Jr look at her after what she’s done and tell her I see you, I know you (I am you), and I still love you would just be so powerful. I’ve seen the worst of you and I’m still here.

He’s not the step dad, he’s the dad who’s going to step up.

#But lololol I know that probably isn’t going to happen bc iirc Anthony wants the npcs to be reactive rather than proactive #which does make sense from a role playing perspective #and I think I remember him saying that he regretted how early on Terry and Ron fixed their relationship #soooo #I don’t think he’ll have Terry be the one reaching out and definitely not any time soon #the boys will probably try their best #BUT #A GIRL CAN DREAM #let’s keep the stampler family the only emotionally available family in the series #(although side note do we even know what last name Terry Jr uses? #I think I remember Link referring to him at Mr. Marlowe in an episode and he doesn’t correct him #although Link also later refers to him as Mr. Stampler #does he take Ron’s last name? #what was Terry Sr’s last name? #plot twist: his last name is actually Junior #Terry Junior and Terry Sr. Junior) #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies spoilers #dndads #dndads s2 spoilers #scary marlowe #terry jr #terry stampler #i just don’t know

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

As part of my Normal/Scary end game propaganda, I'd like to offer up the fact that Scary has consistently from day one called him Norm and before he fucked it up by saying she had an "attitude problem" after the debate they were actually pretty close and Scary was more emotionally open and social with Normal then anyone else in the group

#im pretty sure no one other then scary actually calls him norm #i think Taylor calls him norm a couple of times but its almost always full name normal #i wish will was capable of being mean so we could've kept the uncut pilot version of Norm #linc started crying cuz he was worried about his dad and norm literally called him a baby and started actually full on bulling him #it was wild #everyday i think #about how it was only after normal rejected and discouraged scary from talking about how she felt after the debate #suddenly she 'doesn't care' and is hanging out with willy more #what im saying is that its normals fault that scary got groomed lol #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies s2 #dnddads #dnddads s2 #scary/normal #what even is their ship name #normallygoth #is that anything????? #gothly is fun #scarily is better im into that #scary marlowe #normal oak

[pansyfemme]

absolutly not no way changing my name again but i kinda wish i had considered linus as an option

#before someone says oh its not too late. i dont want to i just rlly dont want to rn #but that was the male choice if i was amab. not a huge surprised considering my birthname was sally. #ignatz was also. famously on that list but i did not go for that #tho my brother almost did when he was lookin for names but i ended up choosing marlowe for him lol #actually my brother changing his name was rlly funny bc he was out for several #years b4 he decided he wanted to and he was like. ok i want something with a orgin like ‘mars’ considering its adjacent to my birthname and #i was like sounds sick. and then he was like. so im thinking mark. and i was like absolutly not #he is so not a mark #esp bc his main reason for that name was he likes mark from empire records

[stravacious]

i was thinking about fionna and cake’s version of jermaine, and drew her this morning!! i posted her to r/adventuretime and she didn’t do too bad there, so i started writing stuff for fionna and cake world lol more headcanons below the cut :)

i originally posted her under the name “jasmeen” but i think corrine would be better suited for the sibling alliteration with cake :) huge thanks to some of the users in the reddit comments who helped brainstorm some of this!! lemme know what u think lol

fionna was adopted at birth by a (human) couple, cynthia and marlowe. cynthia works in the city’s forensics department and they both own a funeral home/cemetery. they have big hearts, and have a hard time charging folks for caskets and burials. they owned two cats, corrine and cake, and fionna took cake with her when she moved out, leaving corrine at her (now elderly and retired) parents place. if corrine could walk and talk like cake in this world, she’d be running the funeral home and going after people for the money they owe her elderly parents. it’s shitty work and they aren’t hurting for money, but things in this life aren’t free, right? her true passion is sculpture, and eventually she learns to let the debts go and focus on her work.

fionna’s biological parents, milton campbell and mallory mertins, had a nice relationship in the beginning. but when mallory gave birth to fionna, she disappeared from the city with her. having always struggled with her mental health, mallory’s post-partum depression became post-partum psychosis and she left fionna at a safe surrender site in her daze. her psychosis spiraled and she was sent to prison before escaping into homelessness. milton died not long after their disappearance, after serving as a nurse for his entire career and saving thousands of lives. he even had a newly built hospital named after him after his death.

gary prince was on his own at a very early age, leaving the abusive home of his aunt georgia, uncle larry, and cousin chantal. georgia goes on and on about all the wonderful things she was meant to accomplish if she didn’t have to take in gary and his sister, and chantal goes along with it all. larry at least is sympathetic and sends money to them when he can. as a result, most of the money gary makes goes towards taking care of his special needs sister, nadine.

marshall lee was extremely close with his father, elijah, before he died. elijah wanted nothing to do with hana’s money or work, and raised their son in a small home in the forest. marshall grew up knowing how to rough it in the outdoors, before his mother took him away from that life and into a stuffy, proper one. she sold the house he grew up in and he never forgave her.

flora never knew where she came from. her favorite activity is catfishing dudes online. she hates her appearance, and feels like she’ll never truly know who she really is. after the events of the show fionna and cake, she learns all she can about fionna by stalking her online. she adopts fionna’s backstory as her own, and even commits a few instances of identity theft against her. this torments her and she hates doing it, but feels like she has no other choice. her and fionna look strikingly similar, and it has made her actually start to appreciate her own appearance and feel whole for once.

phoenix fleming hates his mother, she’s a big preacher in the local church and raised him as strictly as possible. he was barely allowed to leave the house until he moved out as soon as possible, and discovered his love for raves and DJing. he now devotes all his time to being dj flame, and his mother refuses to let him be. his next door neighbor, miss bundy, is kinder to him than his own mother ever was, and brings him treats every day.

jermaine > corrine

joshua > cynthia

margaret > marlowe

minerva > milton

martin > mallory

gumbald > georgia

lolly > larry

chicle > chantel

neddy > nadine

elise > elijah

fern > flora

phoebe/flame princess > phoenix

cinnamon bun > miss bundy

#stravacious #adventure time #fionna and cake #headcanons #jermaine #gary prince #marshall lee #margaret and joshua #fern #flame princess #minerva and martin #uncle gumbald #don’t ask me how cake and monichromicorn could date in this world bc i genuinely have no idea LMAO

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.5 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Abby sat at her desk going through paperwork, she had always been bad at letting it pile up and she had got even worse since getting entangled with you. She would try and focus on the words on the page in front of her but her mind would so easily wander back to you. Today was no different, if anything it was worse, all she could think about was your hands and lips on her, how you tasted on her tongue, your moans and your beautiful eyes that made her feel like she was made of glass.

After her stunt this morning you had stormed out of her apartment not before reminding her of dinner and her task for today. You threw a picture of Marlow down on the dining table so she would know what he looked like and you were gone with a slam of the door. Abby realised she was being a little optimistic to think you would stay for breakfast but she still felt a little dejected at your swift exit.

Her mind was snapped back to reality as she heard a door slam and saw Officer Williams walking up to her.

"That guy is fucking infuriating. Cannot get a word out of him. He's either been promised a big reward for his silence or whoever he works for is terrifying. I mean he's looking at serious time and fucking nothing."

Williams is standing over Abby's desk seething at her interview with Marlow and Abby is having to stop herself from laughing at the other woman's rage. Abby and Williams had never been friends but they preferred to speak to each other than the other detectives, no matter how many times they proved themselves the other men in their unit still treated them as inferior and they eventually got sick of it and stuck with each other.

"Who's that guy you're interviewing again?"

"He's the guy we brought in the other night, think he's connected to that gang we know fuck all about. God we know they're a thing but we can't find anything to actually nail them."

Abby feels herself smile at the thought of you, she shouldn't be impressed, you do bad things but she can't help her amazement at the way you run your business.

"What are you smiling about?" Williams is standing with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as she watches Abby zone out.

"Nothing, just imagining you getting completely ignored by that guy."

"Very funny. You're a dick. I thought once we got that informant we might have a chance to actually take this gang down but it looks like the informant is the only fucking person in the gang willing to talk."

"How'd you find the informant?"

"We arrested him, we weren't even looking for him, we were following up on a case from a couple of months ago and we caught him moving fuck tons of coke. He agreed to start giving names for a more lenient sentence."

"Right, how long has he been giving you names?"

"Couple months now, all of his names turned up shit for awhile but he's actually been useful recently."

"What so he's still on the streets?"

"Yeah, needed him still in the action to be able to give us up to date information. We keep trying to get him to give information on the boss but that guy must be rough because our guy doesn't want to give any information on him."

Abby feels the smile creeping onto her lips again but she forces it away this time.

"Are you sure he just doesn't know anything about who runs it?"

"He's got to, from what we can gather he's pretty high up."

Abby's stomach drops as she realises how right you were about the severity of the situation, she finds herself feeling glad that you are basically non existent within the records of the group as she realises how much of a risk this guy poses.

"Well if you want I can fill out that paperwork for you. I'm already catching up on all of mine. What's one more?" Abby realises this could look suspicious and panics as Williams looks down at her with a questioning look.

"Since when did you want to do me any favours?"

"Since I know you just got made to look like a fool in that interview." Williams nods her head and chuckles.

"Yeah, okay, thanks Anderson." As Williams hands the report to Abby her heart jumps a little at the thought of you being happy with her for finding out the informants name.

"Yeah no worries, I'll come find you when its done."

Abby opens the file as if she's handling a bomb and skims through all the information until she sees Ellie's scribbly writing detailing the information given by the informant. Then she sees the name 'Luke Whittaker'.

"Bingo." She whisper to herself and grabs a post-it from the pile by her computer. She writes the name down and tucks the post-it in her pocket and goes back to the report. She was so wrapped up in her excitement over pleasing you she didn't notice Ellie watching her from the printer in the corner of the room with narrowed eyes and a scowl.

Once Abby had finished the paperwork for Ellie she started looking for her.

"Hey, you seen Williams?"

"Think she's giving another stab at getting that guy to talk."

"Okay, thanks."

Abby walks to the interview room and goes into the room behind the two-way mirror. She stands and watches as Ellie gets more and more frustrated at the man's responses.

"Who do you work for?"

"Eat shit."

As she sees Ellie storm out the room she exits hers and they almost walk into each other with the way Ellie is storming out of there.

"Oh hey sorry, here's that report."

"Were you watching me?"

"Only for a second, wanted to see if you'd be long, would've just left the report on your desk."

"Right, okay. Well thanks for doing that." She doesn't look at Abby, just starts flicking through the report and walking away.

Abby thinks nothing of it as Ellie often came across as blunt, she walks back to her desk and grabs her things to head out for the day, as she's about to leave Ellie walks up to her again.

"Where you off to?"

"Home, going to dinner tonight so gotta scrub up nice."

"Dinner? With who?"

"It's a date, first time meeting her. Wish me luck."

Abby walks out the door before Ellie can stop her again and rushes home with only you on her mind.

As Abby exits the building she pulls her phone out of her pocket and clicks on your number. You answer in 2 rings.

"Are you about to make me happy?"

"Very. I got a name." She pulls the post-it out of her pocket. "Luke Whittaker."

"Luke?! Of course it's fucking Luke, I knew he was too much of a pussy but his dad has been with us for a long time, kept him in check, he died about a year ago so the timing doesn't surprise me." You seem like you're talking to yourself at this point. "Thanks Abby, you have made me a very happy woman. I'll see you at 8." You hang up and Abby realises she's smiling at your words. Her mind is so occupied with you she doesn't notice Ellie's presence following behind her. As she walks away Ellie stays frozen in her spot until Abby can't be seen anymore.

"What the fuck are you up to Anderson?"

psa: hello againnnn, had to bring my wife into it, just had to sorry. Shit is gonna hit the fan. I have so many ideas for drama, writing this instead of studying for exams is my fav thing to do right now. Sorry if this felt like a filler chapter but this and the next chapter are important for the plot development. I hope you are enjoying the story as well as the relationship between Abby and reader (you).

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams #abby and ellie #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us

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keep me safe

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Summary: You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad.

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected p in v; kinda public sex (they're in a tent but y'know people can hear…) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers

"I really don't think we should be this far out from camp, Y/L/N. According to Marlow's notes--"

"Forget about Marlow's notes," you hissed at Brooks, walking even further into the greenery of the island. "Look at this flora! I'm pretty sure some of these we can't even find in any textbook known to man. If we come back home with these samples we could win the Nobel for discovering a new species of jungle flora. And what if the key to proving Randa's research was found on this side of the island? What then, Brooks? Would you still tell me that we're going to follow Marlow's notes and miss out on the chance to finally prove to the scientific community that we're not certifiable? That we deserve to be taken seriously?"

"Well we should at least call for one of the soldiers to back us up. Or Conrad."

You bristled at the mention of the name; having him here would only put you on edge, trying so hard not to look a complete fool in front of the former SAS tracker and also trying your damnedest to not let him see that you'd started having feelings for the man.

"Why? So he could tell us how stupid we are for not listening to 'sound advice'? Brooks, when did anyone who made any measurable breakthrough in our community ever do so by listening to 'sound advice'?"

"They weren't surrounded by giant creatures that could kill them within nanoseconds, Y/N!"

"We don't know that!" you snapped back, stopping in your tracks to look back at your clearly hesitant lab partner, the fear emanating from him palpable even from where you stood. "Look," you sighed, thinking of a way to grant him a modicum of relief in this forsaken island. "You can head back to camp, okay? I'll be fine. I'll just collect a few samples for us to bring home so that we can actually have something to give the board reason to give us more funding when we come back. With more backup so we can collect the rest."

"You promise it's just a few samples?"

You gave him your best attempt at a reassuring smile. "Five at most. I promise."

His only response to you was an exaggerated sigh. "Lead the way." He waved his hand toward the expanse of trees less than a hundred meters away.

You'd just bagged your first sample and were prepping to collect the second a few feet away when you heard his shallow, ragged breathing.

"Brooks, honestly you don't need to stay with me if you're scared of what lies beyond Marlow's little safety threshold," you grumbled, starting to carefully cut the mysterious flower in front of you at the stem.

"Y/N…" he squeaked out, his voice barely audible had it not been for the pin drop quiet of the island. "Behind you."

It felt like ice shot straight through your veins at his words; you didn't even wanna dare look at what he was referring to, but you knew that if you wanted to have a chance at dealing with your problems, you had to face them head on.

Or at least that was what you thought.

You rose to your feet slowly and turned around, holding in the shriek that threatened to escape you when you were face to face with a creature that you could only best describe as a giant cockroach, its antennae moving in sweeping motions that barely missed grazing the top of your head.

"We should run," you whispered in a rush as you heard the leaves rustling from where Brooks began to sprint away from you. You didn't waste any time and quickly followed suit.

You moved as fast as your legs could take you, willing yourself not to think about how you could hear the creature following you both. The way the ground sounded like it was crunching beneath the force of its steps as it chased you and Brooks in the direction of the camp.

The moment a tent came into view you ran towards it, ignoring Brooks' calls towards you and just hoping that your friend would make it out of this alive. Once you'd stepped into the temporary shelter of the tent,  you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes and focusing on trying to calm yourself.

"Y/L/N?" You froze at the sound of the brusque voice that greeted you. Fucking hell why'd it have to be Conrad's tent? Should you even bother opening your eyes to see the annoyed disappointment on his face the second he realized where exactly you came from? "Y/N…"

Your eyes snapped open at the gentle tone of his voice when he said your name, failing to mask the surprise when you saw that he wasn't visibly annoyed at your clear disobedience of the ground rules to never even think of traveling West. Instead he looked concerned, which felt infinitely worse and had you gasping out your next words. "I'm sorry."

Your breathing came in ragged, nearly hyperventilating as he walked toward you, placing his hands on your upper arms. "You're shaking." That seemed to make your breaths come in even faster, shallower…like the more you tried to calm yourself the worse your panic became. "Tell me what happened." You fought against the urge to relax into his touch as he started to stroke your skin with his thumbs; the clear reluctance in you was most probably the cause of his exasperated sigh. "At least come sit down. Catch your breath. Please."

The way he breathed out the word had you inwardly tensing, bracing yourself for him to start berating you even as he held you by your hands while leading you further into his tent to sit at the edge of his cot. "I went West," you admitted with your head hung low, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt him rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands. "I wanted to collect samples of the flora and--"

"You were chased." You nodded your confirmation. "Tell me about the creature."

"About twice my height, as big as one of our tanks on hand…looks like a giant cockroach but…kinda pale?" You started shaking at the image of the creature slowly and surely imprinting itself in your mind again, feeling like your throat was constricting. "I have to check on Brooks--"

"He'll be fine." His hold on your hands tightened slightly when you tried to stand up, wordlessly ordering you to stay put. "He's tougher than he seems, he'll survive. If you go out right now in your current state, however, you won't."

"Excuse me--"

"That creature you described…it tracks by smelling the pheromones that one excretes when they're distressed. Afraid. It can quite literally smell your fear--"

Those words had you on your feet and slipping out of his hold within seconds, ready to exit his tent. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, I probably led it right to you--"

"Y/N, breathe." He grabbed hold of you again, pulling you into a gentle embrace, one hand cradling your head while the other rubbed at your back in slow, soothing motions. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright. You just need to breathe. You're worsening your fear even I can feel it, little spitfire. Try to remove it from your mind." He tucked your head under his chin, the soft shh'ing sounds from him throwing you off kilter as you continued to draw in shaky breaths. "Just breathe with me."

You did your best to match the breaths he was guiding you through, curiously finding yourself relaxing against him as he paired his guiding breaths with the movements of his hand on your back. When you began to feel yourself calming down some, that was when you became acutely aware of your head pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart thumping in your ears, racing almost as fast as your own.

Just as you were about to pull away from him, the sound of heavy footfalls paired with a slight rumbling of the ground made you flinch against him, shame overcoming you as a small whimper escaped your lips. "Oh, that creature did a number on you, didn't it?"

"Yes…" you mumbled, mortified that you'd begun to shake in his arms again.

"Then it appears putting it out of your mind is the wrong approach," he murmured, and you could have sworn you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Impossible, you hissed at yourself. It's just your fear playing tricks on you, stupid Y/N. "We'll just have to put your mind onto something else then."

This time you were sure he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, and then again to your cheek, ghosting his lips down to the corner of your mouth. "What're you doing?" Your question was barely even audible with the way your heart started pounding in your ears once again.

"Distracting you," he answered simply, letting out a soft moan as he pressed his lips to yours, weaving his fingers through your hair and tightening his hold on you. "Don't think about anything else." He murmured the words against your lips letting out a deep, sinful groan when you began to kiss him back. "Just feel…Focus on me…I'll keep you safe."

You found yourself reaching up and resting your arms on his shoulders as he lifted you off your feet to lay you down on the cot, the metal frame creaking slightly from your combined weight on it. When his lips left yours to start trailing down your neck, you began to squirm in his hold as his hands began to push up the fabric of your tank top, baring your stomach to press his lips to the newly exposed skin. "Conrad…"

"Keep your eyes closed, darling. I want you to think of nothing except what you're feeling in this moment. Tell me what you're feeling." You shuddered at the feel of his lips tracing along the waistband of your panties, letting out a shameless moan when his tongue flicked against your skin.

"You. Just you."

When you felt his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, you lifted your hips instinctively and Conrad disrobed you from the waist down in one fluid motion. "Good girl," he whispered as he pressed his lips down your thigh, curling his hand around your knee and parting your legs. "Fuck." He let out a groan that sent another rush of wetness between your legs, feeling your walls clenching at the thought of him with his eyes on you.

He ghosted his lips along the inside of your thigh, working his way up until finally you felt his tongue tracing along your folds, only licking into your entrance for a brief moment that had you arching your back off the cot. "Please--"

"Tell me you're mine," he murmured against you, the vibrations against your skin making you even wetter than you already were. The only response you had was an incoherent whimper. "Tell me you'll still be mine even after this. After today. After this mission." He pressed another searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin that had you desperately calling his name.

You struggled to form words in between thready breaths. "Only if…you're mine."

He pressed a brief open-mouthed kiss to your clit, making you arch your hips against him. "You truly didn't know…I've been yours for quite a while."

"Then I'm yours," you breathed out, a smile reflexively pulling at the corners of your mouth as his words began to sink in. He felt the same way. He saw himself as yours. The exhilaration from the combined effect of his words and the way he was currently licking into your entrance with long, languid strokes of his tongue, had you blurting out the words, "I want to see you."

"Not yet," he rasped before closing his lips around your clit and sucking on the aching bundle of nerves while his tongue flicked over it in a near merciless pace. When your legs began to quiver on his shoulders he pulled away from you. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to, Y/N. Promise me." You could only manage a broken moan of his name as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You breathed out your assent so faintly you'd be surprised if he even heard it, arching your hips once again into his mouth when he resumed his attentions to your clit, only this time partnered with him inserting two unthinkably long fingers inside of you and curling up, stroking against that soft spot inside of you that had you seeing stars from behind your eyelids.

This time when your legs began to shake against him he didn't stop until you'd reached your crescendo, your back arching as you screamed his name to the high heavens until you could only whimper incoherent syllables as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding your legs open as he wantonly lapped at your release. The feel of him humming sounds of satisfaction against your skin had you growing wet again, the sounds coming from you resembling a garbled utterance of 'more'.

He lifted your legs from his shoulders, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants echoing loudly in your ears as your body thrilled in anticipation for what he would do next. You could tell from how the cot shifted in weight and the sounds of the metal frame creaking that he was making his way up the cot so your faces were level with one another.

"Look at me, darling." You opened your eyes, failing to hold back a gasp as you saw him hovering over you, pupils blown out to turn his usually cool steel  blue eyes a near complete obsidian black, cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath, his lips shining with your release even in the dimmed light of the tent. He gave you a soft smile before resting his forehead against yours. "Just look at me. You're safe. You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Why wouldn't you let me see you earlier?"

"You want the truth?" You nodded at him with wide eyes as if to say 'Do you really have to ask?'. "Because I knew if you did and you saw even a shadow of what was going on around us, your fear would return, and it would get you."

"You mean--?"

"It was right outside." Tears began to flood your eyes as the realization sank in. Just how close you two really were to the danger you caused. All because you wanted to go West and feed your ego by trying your luck at the Nobel. "Hey, hey…it's okay. Everything's going to be fine." You could feel yourself relaxing again as he pressed soft kisses to your temple, down your cheekbone, and finally on the tip of your nose.

When he moved his head to kiss at your neck, a hand reaching between you to line himself up at your entrance, the world around you began to blur again as you began to whine his name.

"Just focus on me," he rasped as he started to inch his way inside of you. "Look at me and tell me what you're feeling."

Your eyes met as he pushed the rest of him inside you, a guttural sound escaping his lips as your sex surrounded his entire length. "You. Just you."

A/N: I honestly can't believe that this event's more than halfway done already and so many amazing stories have been included in the collection 🥹🥹. That's a wrap for James Conrad as far as 14 Days goes but here's hoping that my lil thotty brain can come up with stories for him in the future 🫠

No part 2 is planned for this story. There is, however, a 'what if…?' episode planned. Non-smut though.

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#14 days of valentines collection #james conrad x reader #james conrad x female reader #james conrad smut #james conrad fanfiction #james conrad fanfic #kong skull island #muddyorbs writes

[quite-an-odd-fellow]

Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia-Marlowe-Lee-Wilson-Swift-The Unworthy, a not so Perky Peppy guy (spoilers through season 2, episode 44 of Dungeons and Daddies)

Will Campos is a brilliant role player, which was already evident from watching him play Henry, but to me Normal shines as the one that actually suppresses his emotions effectively, leaving him emotionally isolated.

Taylor never really tries to hide what he’s feeling, but even Scary and Link who do try to hide their feelings are usually pretty obvious about it anyway. Her tummy never hurt, she just wanted the attention. “Boss Kicks” is pretty clearly not a mature person who’s moved on from learning the truth about his father.

But Normal? He always backs down. Always lets it go. Puts on a grin, because he’s a mascot at heart and he at least needs a mask if he can’t be wearing the Teenie head. Everything gets pushed down so he can carry on with enthusiasm. He loves these people, because they’re his only friends and he can’t rely on his family. None of them really notice him, though.

Somehow perfectly reminiscent of Henry’s anxieties in a realistic generational way without playing into things too heavily, Normal is standing on the edge of a tightrope that’s always threatening to snap. He takes about a dozen punches to the trauma center of his brain throughout these adventures, from his father not being proud of him, to Taylor and Link bonding and becoming closer to each other while he’s left to the side, to Scary trying to sabotage everything he’s working towards, to Hermie rejecting him then immediately offering a date he doesn’t care about if he’ll kill Scam, you get the picture.

In the end, he tries so hard to get everyone to be close, happy, good, and better than their fathers that he sometimes crosses the line without realizing it.

In episode 44, he tries in his own way to bring Scary to a better place. He figures it’s a good idea for her to apologize to Tony Pepperoni, he felt guilty about their involvement, so surely Scary must want to get some of that weight off her chest too, she was the reason he died! Even if misguided, his heart was in the right place. Inevitably, he's met with anger and disdain from Link and Taylor, who never give him an inch.

What can he say, though? Lark and Sparrow don’t like the way he is. His ‘friends’ often don’t like the way he is, and they all partner up with each other without him. Hermie rejects him pretty harshly and then tries to use him to get with his 'better' friend/wife.

Nobody likes him, from his perspective. Honestly, from my perspective too. Link likes (crushes on? It feels that way to me) Scary the most, from how I see it. Taylor feels like his best friend, and Normal’s… his childhood friend that’s a part of the group? They aren’t the same kind of close.

Taylor is mostly just chaotically Taylor, but often butts heads with Normal’s ideals. He doesn’t really show any signs of caring. Even he focused in on Scary, although it was with negative feelings. He’s besties with Link and loves to get into shenanigans with him. But he never really pays attention to Normal, or has fun with him.

Scary I think actually does somewhat like Normal, but has been too in her own head to give thought to him. Clearly she opposed and was angry with him at her worst, but in lighter moments she actually sort of looked out for him in her own way. In the most recent episode, she clearly puts a bit more thought towards him than before now that he’s so obviously upset. Link is too, but it comes off more as guilt for now than concern. Unfortunately that’s kind of the only time she actually shows real thought towards him, and he’s already been pushed off the edge.

I’ve been waiting a long time for Normal to have his full breakdown. His sister is literally named Hero, she was made for this, not him. Nobody liked Teenie until Link danced in the costume. His friends aren’t actually his friends. His parents don’t even like who he is. He thinks he’s good for nothing.

So he throws on that crumbling mask, putting back on the shell he’d tried to break out of, and stews in silence. Hides because there’s nothing left holding him together but the tiniest thread of the mascot surrounding him keeping him from shattering.

It’s beautiful, and this season has absolutely knocked me on my ass.

Normal is such a well crafted lonely teenager who can’t seem to fit in. It’s why I think he was so connected to the Doodler. The Doodler is in his family’s blood, they all either desire it’s demise or were literally born to bring it about, but he empathized with it. Wanted to show it unconditional love, because that’s all he’s ever wanted. And even that connection is overshadowed by Scary’s connection with it.

This poor, poor boy. All of the cast has had great moments that made me feel like this too, but damn is he a well roleplayed teenager. I feel that gut punch every time he’s pushed to the side or laughs off his traumas like I was in high school all over again.

I absolutely cannot wait for the next episode, and am cautiously hoping that by the end of his arc we can see the kid be happy and know that he’s loved.

#dungeons and daddies #normal oak #scary marlowe #taylor swift #lincoln lee wilson #sparrow oak #lark oak #unhinged rant #seriously just me talking way too long about normal oak #will campos #beth may #matthew arnold #freddie wong #anthony burch #give the poor lad a break maybe

[cacaobean760]

Hero and Leander Poem Analysis

DISCLAIMER!!!!!! I am not a professional in dissecting things like this because it's written very...Shakespearish? I don't even know the word for it. So if you do see something that I said and it's wrong, please correct me <3

Sooooo uhhhh Idk why I decided to do this but I found a poem by Christopher Marlow that is about Hero and Leander. This is really long and I mean REALLYYYYYY LONG(the poem itself is 124 pages...)Here is the link if you guys yourself want to go over it(The actual poem starts on page 78): http://dbooks.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/books/PDFs/590654826.pdf

But ya I am just gonna be going over the first part of how Leander is described and some things I noticed that might relate to our Leander! So strap in because this is also probably gonna be a long one~

(Also Yellow highlights will be vocab and red highlights will be descriptions)

Ok so if we look at the very first image, it tells us that Leander was born is Abydos and he had long hair(ARTIST NEED TO GET ON THIS NOW!!!!) and "unto Colchos borne" just means that if Leander did cut his hair, It would fall onto the land of Medea and the Golden Fleece. The Golden Fleece was a piece of treasure, and the word Golden is specific to Leander and the MC because when we show Leander our curse, he relates to us by saying "we match" while showing the pin on his coat that is Gold(Gold will be used A LOT in this poem). Now because the Golden Fleece we can infer that a lot of people would want to have their hands on is so by saying that if Leander hair had been cut, more of the youth of Greece would be attracted to Leander and want him more then the Golden Fleece. And then to further this emphases on his attractiveness, they name a women who whished that," his arms might be her sphere"(hugging her). Something interesting to note is that instead of saying hair here, the word Tress which as you can see in the image above, means a lock of woman's hair(which will be brough up later).

It described Leander's body as," Straight as Circes wand" Now what is special about this? Circe is a Goddess that practiced in the magic of Illusion and Necromancy. I think the Illusion does apply to Leander I just don't know how yet, I also saw some theories of Leander using Necromancy soooo....is this a coincidence??? Then it says that Jove, might have sipped nectar out of his hand. Now Jove being a God really says something about Leander if he would be willing to drink it out of his hands. And then you find out that Jove is actually the God of Jupiter which is also the God Zeus(they are all connected just have different names depending on the origin I believe but correct me if I am wrong). And Zeus is THE GOD, the ruler of all Gods. So for him to be willing to Drink from Leander's hand, a HUMAN hand, is really big.

(First off just want to say that White is used twice here I just forgot to highlight the first one, Gold and White will be used consistently throughout. I think that White is important because they are the color of the Lilys that Leander gives to us). It first compares Leander's solder to a nice piece of meat and then it talks about Pelops Shoulder that got....Eaten(idk don't ask me, Greek Mythology is weird) Also something that could also relate to Leander is this....

So I just wanna say that we Know that Leander is a beautiful young man and I think got resurrected and we know that Leander dies by drowing...in water...and we all know what Poseidon is the God of sooooooooooooo(they probs met in the water...Im just saying)Anyways, Then it just goes on in further detail on how attractive Leander is. Then with the Pen thing, I think Marlow meant that that he can describe men much less Gods so it will have to suffice that his muse(The 9 muses from Hercules anyone)talks about Leander's eyes. Then this was unusual to me because Marlow describes Leander's cheeks and lips as Orient which means the East. So at first I thought it was talking about Leander home town Abydos but Abydos is on the West...

And that would have to mean that Sestos(where Hero lives)must be on the East so maybe Marlow was saying that Leander's cheeks and lips were for Hero?????

Then Marlow talks about how if Hippolytus had seen Leander, He would be enamored by his beauty. Which would also be a very big thing because Hippolytus is known to be disgusted by sex and marriage(which is also ironic because we know that Leander is DEF not disgusted by sex)and also it talk about Aphrodite for a bit and who is Hero the Priestess of????(you can probs guess if you don't already know). Then says that Leander's beauty could melt the rudest peasant, So he is just really driving home how Pretty or attractive Leander is. Marlow talks about soldiers who would do anything for Leander just to get a favor from him and says that," he was a maid in man's attire, For in his looks were all that men desire." So I guess everyone just thought that Leander was soooo beautiful that he had to be a women because he was just too attractive.

Now just like the Gold and White that a brought up multipole times, Hand touching is also brought up a few times and obviously we can see the significance of this relating to Leander and MC…

The next thing is def sus and weird but I feel like goes along with how manipulative we all think Leander is because Leander wanted to get with Hero but Hero was a virgin and had to stay a virgin to be a Priestess for Aphrodite. But obvious Leander did not want this so he goes on a speech on how Virginity is just a concept(which I guess is true but its sill sus)and it does not really matter...

So ya, Leander is just telling Hero,' Hey like it does not really matter if you are a virgin or not so just get with me." Like ok....chill out dude. And then Hero rejects him and Leander continues...

It's giving what happens when we reject taking the flowers from Leander from when we first meet him.

Now this is just ironic so I figured I can put this here but I don't think it really relates because I don't see any bracelet on Leander(Poseidon gives this to him so it relates back to Pelops)...

Then Poseidon thinks Leander is also a Women???? Also I would like to note that on Leander’s belt, the shape represents the triple goddesses which are all very feminine in their descriptions so could this also relate to why Marlow keeps describing people thinking Leander is a women?

And upon Him finding out Leander is a man and not a women he gets upset a throws a weapon at Leander....

So Leander gets hurt and I am thinking that maybe that is what Leander's scar is from?????

Now I first want to talk about the white lilies because this is the flower that Leander gives us in the beginning...

ok now for all the other times gold and white are used if I count them, for white it is 13 and for gold it is 16, so ya, they are used quite a lot.

And then at the end, there is a toxic flower called Oleander, So it's very close to Leander's name and this is what I found when Hero saw Leander dead...

She shouts O, Leander soooooo is this why the flower is called that???

OK that is all! I hope you guys enjoyed, I know this was long but ya, I hope you guys liked it. Again if you guys see anything that is wrong please let me know so I can fix it!

#justice for long haired Leander #pretty boys #leander #leander ts #visual novel #leander theories #touchstarved game #touchstarved

[philosophicalparadox]

Hi! Non-native speaker, so I hope my English is not that bad. I really like your blog and especially your analyses on Mephisto. Fantastic!(read in his voice)

So my question.Have you read blue exorcist novel Bloody Fairy Tail? In the novel there is a part where little girl describes Mephisto as big void and the black wing towering over him. Do you think this could be a hint to his real form? Or perhaps his role as Angel of Death? Also there is part in the first chapters of the manga, when Mephisto meets with Amaimon and tells him that he took Rin under his wing. It might be just a translation though. Sorry for a long ask

After accidentally deleting this twice I’m going to try again! (New phone, still getting used to it)

I have not actually read the entire thing because finding any of the light novels in the US is really, really hard. Like, really hard. But I have actually read the part you’re talking about through fan pages here on Tumblr talking about that very thing! (And thanks to @facets-and-rainbows I’ve now been able to read more! Thank you.)

Here’s the thing: the only image that exists that depicts Mephistopheles in his pre-Goethe form is this one by Eugene Delacroix from the early 1800’s:

This version of Mephistopheles is from Marlowe’s 1616 version, The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus. In it, (the B version) Mephistopheles is said to conjure wings in order to frighten the knights attacking him and Faustus, before turning said knights into demons (or animals in some translations) and giving them horns.

Mephistopheles is also a fallen angel, and uses that to both dissuade Faustus from forming a contract at the beginning, and later to help trick and torment the Pope in this version.

The inscription on it reads: De temps en temps j’aime a’voir le vieux Pére, Et me garde bien lui rompre en Visiére

Which roughly translates to (keeping in mind I’m still learning how to read older dialects of French) : “From time to time I like to see my old/winterly/ancient Father, and take care not to break off/sever with him in Person.” The caption probably is talking about the Pope scene, or maybe Faustsus’ separation from God, but to me it also speaks to the retribution of both.

Aaaaaanyway point is, it’s very popular to depict Mephistopheles as having black, feathery wings, partly because no matter what version he’s in he’s still a fallen angel lamenting his separation from God, (which isn’t especially relevant but it IS interesting) and also because the wings are mentioned directly in the earliest published version of the play.

What’s more, the original Mephistopheles from the late 1500’s (earliest record of the name was 1587) in the original Faustbuch was never a demon at all, but rather either an angel or a man that had been damned to serve Lucifer for all eternity by selling him his own soul, the reasons for which are never revealed. He does, however, from the very beginning, warn Faust about what he’s doing, and what that will lead to, presumably because he’s done the same thing and now regrets it. Fun stuff :)

As to whether I think it has anything to do with his true form, I would say yes, to a point. Samael is a shape-shifter after all, so not too many forms are out of bounds.

However, if he has wings (probable or at least possible) there’s some kind of reason why he doesn’t use them.

These are the closest we ever see to a demon form for him, and he’s… pretty formless, broadly speaking.

He is kind of void-like, true, and warps the space around him. But, no visible wings.

In fact the only wings we see him with are not his own - they’re that of his familiar, which is likely Kin of Azazel.

He can fly without any wings at all, (space timey levitation and all) so one would question why he’d need a familiar’s, never mind his own. Conservation of energy perhaps?

In any case I do think he CAN have wings, when he wants them, if that makes sense. Shape shifting is however tiresome, and flight requires a great deal of energy expenditure even if he’s not working against gravity in the traditional sense. So I imagine that he could use his own wings, or turn into a bird, but he doesn’t do so unless practical because it eats up his stamina, which he’s got little of comparatively.

Though honestly I’m more of the mind that he does shape shift all the time to observe things, (and what better form than a bird? He’s called The Raven too to boot) it’s just that turning into anything like that is going to terrify people, and unless that’s his aim, it’s not terribly reasonable. Similarly I am completely sure he has horns and a tail, but those things are very secretive to him, so he doesn’t show them hardly ever.

Why the girl sees wings may just be a reflection of her own fears; humans see what they want to, and fear-projecting wings into a creepy demonic aura would not be beyond a child.

As to why they might be secret, they’re probably very identifiable. In his current incarnation he thrives on secrecy and keeping his name, and infamy, on the down-low. He’s not trying to give Lucifer any more shit to throw back in his face, and he’s not trying to be a god and rule over people (not directly) he’s just trying to be a chairman and an arc knight keeping the world from literally gong up in flames, but doing so as close to anonymously as possible for himself. He doesn’t want people to fear him in the same way they used to (except when he wants them to of course) he just wants to do his own thing, and pretty much be left alone.

Not to get too speculative here, but I think perhaps he’s tired. Tired of being a god. Tired of being a demon. Tired of being Lucifer’s favorite scapegoat. (The irony of that) Tired of having to be a puppeteer and tired of having to serve the needs of others in order to just keep himself alive and sane. Tired of playing politics with Lucifer and tired of him never changing or being able to.

And who could blame him? Over and over and over and over. The monotony and pain are unimaginable. Perhaps that’s why Lucifer can’t understand him; surely if anyone could appreciate the suffering that comes from eternity and the pain of losing out over and over, it would be him, surely? Yet, Samael perseveres. He finds the smallest, most difficult things to cling to, like a desperate man panning for gold in a sea of sand, looking for specs of dust. He lives solely for those little moments, the butterfly wing that shapes a hurricane on the other side of the world. It’s monotonous, it’s tedious and it sucks, but rarely, ever rarely, it’s worth it. The world will never see perfection and he likes it that way - he doesn’t want perfection, only change.

And change is probably what drives his secrecy. He changes his face to suit the time, and in a time when demons supposedly don’t exist it makes sense to be discreet. There’s also advantages to the relative anonymity; if he does have to ever throw his weight around, he has to do far less to make a deep impression.

Thanks for the ask. I enjoyed answering even if I went a little off topic lol.

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #mephisto pheles #blue exorcist theories #asks

[dougtheintern]

hey guys im thinking of a spiderverse dndads teens au.

SCARY/SPIDERLOCK a goth punk seeker of darkness that is practically a warlock. but only lame-os call her spiderlock— she prefers to go by her alias, Scary. she gained her supes cool spider powers by letting herself be tested on by some dr. asshole stampler in a lab coat. except now she like, has to save the city from villains. TOTES LAME. she’s a scene queen in 2003 and is the bitchiest spider person around

but Terri Marlowe is a snarky blonde teenaged girl who still plays soccer— just with a scowl. Her mom is married to some asshole ALSO named Terry and he just doesn’t get her!!!!!! UGH!

CHAINLINC/ SPIDERLINC is a big-city big-heart boy. it’s 2023 and lord, everyone needs saving! so he goes around and saves people as best as he can. usually he attempts to kill villains with kindness, but that mean roundhouse kick can kill them in a different way. he was born into a long line of spider-people, and continues the chain. (hence, his name). his city is never without a hero!

but Lincoln Li Wilson is just some sissy with 2 dads and a hero complex, that is surprisingly good at soccer. His dad Grant hides some killer secrets— but he does too.

SPIDER-KUN is a mecha-hero! he’s always around and in the year 2053, he needs to be! he’s japanese inspired and never is without a manga on the side, just incase the fight is boring! he was bitten by a radioactive spider, and knew that he had to fulfill his ANIME DESTINY to be a HERO.

but Taylor Swift (not that one) is just a lame kid who likes anime and manga just a bit too much— he has confusing lineage, but a kick-ass mom who voices dubs like no other. Taylor likes to imagine he’s popular, with a cool group of friends, but really… he’s not.

SPIDEY THE SPIDER is a super fun mascot that helps his suburban town in 1993 from strange monsters that plague the streets due to a nuclear plant just out of reach! he’s the school mascot-turned hero, and everyone adores him!

but Normally Oak Swallows Garcia is anything but. He’s the actual mascot, but everyone says that he should quit, since whoever is behind the mask is, like, way cooler anyways. But his boyfriend, Hermie Unworthy, from his rival school, will always encourage his dreams

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i have their villains and a half-baked plot in mind if u wanna know more… tell me

#spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and dads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies s2 #normal oak swallows garcia #lincoln li wilson #scary marlowe #taylor swift not that one

[impossiblesongs]

it's a god-awful small affair (simm!master x reader)

Summary: You jolt at the voice and the setting powder goes sprawling over the side of your vanity. A chorus of No’s falling from your lips as your eyes trace the culprit shoving the rest of your window open and sticking a boot inside.

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

AN: this pair hasn’t left me and now it’s everyone’s problem AN2: title from david bowie's 'life on mars' AN3: i'm going to try to give backstory and so i figure fluff is in order, enjoy

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it's a god-awful small affair simm!master x reader simm!master timeline: in and around chapter 2 of OG fic

“Aha!”

You jolt at the voice and the setting powder goes sprawling over the side of your vanity. A chorus of No’s falling from your lips as your eyes trace the culprit shoving the rest of your window open and sticking a boot inside.  

“I knew you didn’t have work scheduled today! Fibber!

“Christ,” you swore, moving swiftly from behind your vanity to bar the Master further entrance into your bedroom. “You cannot be here!”

“But I am,” the Master tries harder to shove himself inside, only you don’t give an inch, hand perching at the underside of his knee and pushing back.  

“Please, come back tomorrow. Please, please, please,” you beg in a panic.

“Move out of the way!”

“You have to go!”

Your bickering is halted by your bedroom door being flung open and your sister walking in, her second babe perched high on her hip.

“Oh, you have a man in your bedroom,” Georgiana states.

“This is, uh, my… my mate! This is.. he’s,” you sputter, trying to think of any possible outcome wherein you tell Georgiana the Master’s name that won’t come back to bite you in the arse. The introduction will end in her immediately conjuring up that you’re obviously in some sort of BDSM relationship, which will then be spread like wildfire throughout the family, and you get enough interference about your romantic situation or lack thereof from them, thank you very much.

Your eyes meet the Master’s in hopes for an out, but he merely beams at your ineptitude. You could slap him.

“I’m Harry,” he finally says, presenting a hand to your sister. “And who is this spry young chap.”

“Hello, Harry, this is Marlow,” Georgiana introduces her son, looking the Master up and down shrewdly. “Now Harry, would you like to tell me why it is you are climbing into my sister’s window when there’s a perfectly far-from-adequate door downstairs?”

“George,” you say.

“Fun!” the Master says.

Georgiana stares at him, her pale blue eyes hard and unrelenting in her scrutiny, and then gently, she begins to laugh. “Oh, what a lark! You must stay for dinner, Harry!”

“George,” you scold. “I don’t quite think it’s th – Harry’s scene.”

“He’s hanging around your apartment with your godawful family due to show, I hardly think he’s too opposed. Are you, Harry?”

“I’ve no plans,” the Master adds, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sorted!” Georgiana grins, hefting Marlow from one hip to the other. “You’d best introduce him to mom and pop, which is what I actually came up to tell you. They’ve just pulled up, Gran jumped ship. Feigned a hip out of place or something.”

“Oh, for the love of,” you roughly grab the Master’s bicep and march him out of your bedroom with the order, “Loo first, wipe off your eyeliner. Don’t be yourself!”

You turn hastily to walk back into your bedroom, your stomach filling with dread the longer you register that yes, this is actually happening. Georgiana is looking out of the window that the Master climbed inside from. The soft light of the evening bathes her with flattery, her complexion is fair and her hair looks spun of gold, eyes a dewey blue.

“It’s not easy to climb up here,” she says, “he must really like you.”

“He’s fond of doing the absolute worst thing,” you answer back, hoping the nerves are not evident in your voice. You refuse to meet her eye.

Georgiana laughs gleefully, “He’s so odd.”

You brush off the comment and shrug your shoulders, “So he’s odd.”

“No, I mean. He seems fun, if a bit emo and peculiar. He’s handsome, mother will positively hate that he’s older than you, which is a certifiable plus! And, look at it this way, you can hardly get another Samual Rosshart, hmm? Not even the universe could be that cruel to you. You should invite him to the wedding!”

You figure you should cut her off before any of this can go further, “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

Georgiana quirks a brow and flattens Marlow’s fine baby hair, kissing the crown of his head.

“Touchy,” she says, before moving towards the door.

You sigh and follow.  

You hold a glass of champagne in your hand and wonder how in the hell is the Master engaged in comfortable debate with your father at the other side of the room, a man whom he’s taken to calling ‘Berry.’ Your father only lets people in his immediate family call him by his name, which is Tiberius. For anyone else it is Sir, and for his children in particular. And your mother is no better, hanging off the Master’s shoulder, her shrill laughter can probably be heard all the way to bloody Mars.  

“Well, it seems you’ve won the lottery, dear sis,” your sister’s husband, Maximus, comments over your shoulder. “Your old mum won’t have to put you down so soon now that you’re in the race.”

“Pithy,” you say, downing your glass. You hate existing in this absurdity that happens within your parents’ vicinity. Their suffocating expectation that always starts on a lukewarm reception only to taper down into their eventual and immovable disappointment, their scathing veiled rhetoric passed off as affection.

“Don’t take it too hard, old girl,” Maximus pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Least you can do for us is take the shine for a night so we can get a chance to go lick our wounds.”

“Too true,” Georgiana butts in and takes her husband’s vodka glass, having joined your little corner in hell from putting the kids down on your bed for their evening nap. "Mum's twat is in a bunch over how you possibly have no prospects at your age. Prospects, she said! Like we're in the 1800s."

"I'm sure for her it is, she's been to powder her nose six times since she's arrived," Maximus hush-says. "Her gait is starting to lean ever so precariously to the right."

"God, I need to steal whatever she's got stashed," Georgiana snickers into her husband's shoulder. "You know it's the good stuff too, horrible fucking example, she is."

“I need some air,” you knock shoulders with George on your way to the kitchen but pay it no mind. You exit through the back door and immediately seek out the cigarettes you’ve hidden at the top corner of the archway, breaking the new packet, and shoving a stick into your mouth. Relaxation swarms your body the second you light and inhale nicotine.

“What’s a Samual Rosshart?”

“Ohmygod,” you start, glaring at the Master who is now standing in front of you. Of all the vexations today has wrought, the one that sticks is, “Why were you listening?!”

The Master sniggers, eyeing you as if you’re particularly soft in the head, before stealing the cigarette from your lips.

“In your own time,” he says, taking a puff. “So, you’re adopted.”

“I’m adopted,” you confirm.

“And Berry and Matt?”

You laugh helplessly at his absurd little nicknames for your parents and you steal the cigarette back before you wring his neck.

“Tiberius and Mathilda married young, both from disgustingly rich families but the riches are not easy to come by," you say.

The Master hums in assent.

“Well, to tell you the unequivocal truth, they adopted me because a clause to Dad getting his inheritance was that he had to start a family within the first three years of marriage, and they were having trouble conceiving. Georgiana came about two years after I was adopted. That happens apparently, conceiving comes easier without all the pressures. I was about seven. I had a friend in her, after that.”

“After that,” the Master narrows his eyes, “as in you didn’t before?”

“I mean, they weren’t terrible to me. I had the best of everything, clothes, food, home, tutors. It’s just that… well, they’re terribly privileged individuals. Vapid and practically bred to be lifelong alcoholics, you should see the family tree. They were very hands-off, for me and Georgie. They took care of where we would be, who would take care of us, trot us from place to place when we needed to be seen as a unit, but mostly Georgie and I were our own ocean until we got older, more sociable in adult circles. Mum always went on about the stiff upper lip and all that.”

“And Samuel Rosshart?” the Master prompts.

You try not to physically wilt at the past, but you feel your cheeks warm immediately. You tell yourself it’s just the draft of the evening. “He was, well. I suppose he was the first person I ever fell for.”

You pause, tearing over the images of a life once lived, of your girlhood innocence blossoming into something of a nightmare. Of first loves and tying yourself to someone who could bring about such unwavering tragedy. Over how, after, you've feared you’re doomed to incur such beginnings and endings, helpless to it. It feels like a brand on your soul now, an absolute certainty, that you attract these things. It's why you’ve never really dated seriously. This first time was enough.

You try to push it all out steadily and succinctly, through gritted teeth, “Sadly, he was also a raging narcissistic sociopath. He killed two girls in our year, he had me on that list at some point I’m sure.”

“And,” you feel the Master’s fingers bump into yours and you hand the cigarette over without a glance.

“And I sat him down and told him I knew what he was up to,” you say, “and then asked him to tell me, in plain detail, his every why. Needless to say it gave him pause.”

The Master cackles outright, startling you with the strength of his amusement. He covers his mouth with a hand to stop the outburst, cigarette dangling between his graceful fingers.

“I’m sorry, I.. that’s terrible,” but he doubles over with unrestrained enjoyment, laughing so hard that his face is beet red when he looks back up at you, having to take a moment to catch his breath. “Oh, pet. You’ve no idea how your obvious human defect is actually the funniest thing about you.”

“You know I thought you’d… I don’t know, mock me, or something,” you confess. “Poor little rich girl, the worst of cliches.”

“Well, are you?”

He offers the cigarette back to you, it’s nearly a stub.

“Am I – what? Sad?”

You take it.

“Rich,” he says.

“Ah. As it stands, no. Berry and Matt, as you call them, pay for this little hovel - their term -  and my college, food. But like his father before him, I have to meet my own father’s clause to even hope to access a single cent.”

“Could kill them for you,” he offers, giving a vicious grin you can’t help but mirror. “But actually, what I was thinking, is that it makes us much more alike than we both initially thought.”

“How so?”

“I suppose, in every intended way,” the Master glances up at the evening sky, “we can never really go home.”

“Well, you can always kip here,” you bump your shoulder into his.

“Bugger off, I agree with your parents this place is so pedestrian,” the Master grimaces and pushes away from you. “We both well know, you’ll kip at mine,” the Master throws an arm over your shoulder. “Now come on, Berry sent me to fetch you.”

You groan in misery, allowing him to usher you back inside, where your parents do not hesitate to launch for your proverbial throat the second you are back in their grasp.

Thankfully, with the Master at your side, he makes quick work of trading barbs with the best of them. The evening goes by a whole lot quicker than you’d ever hoped. You feel… shielded, almost. And concerned, the Master plays the most quintessential snob. Your parents are half in love with him by the time they take their leave.

“You can never do that again,” you tell the Master when it’s over and your parents, sister and her family are well out of sight, “ever! If I tell you not to come ‘roud, there’s a reason. Please, promise me?”

The Master smiles at you so insufferably that you want to push him out of a window.

“Bribe me,” he says.

#the master x reader #simm!master x reader #wyrwtd

[ebonysplendor]

Parasite in Love Review 🦠

TL;DR: You're pretty much in a toxic, nonconsensual relationship with an even more toxic amoeba. Yes, an amoeba. That's it. That's the game

Game Link: https://night-asob u.itch.io/parasite-in-love

Notable Features: She/Her/Hers MC, Named MC, Yandere LI, partial voice acting Spiciness: 0/5 -- No explicit content LI Red Flags: 2/5 -- lack of consent, a lil hands on...but from the inside...?

Want to know more? Well, let's get into it!

Let me just start off by saying... I genuinely thought this game was going to be wack lol. Like, no lie.

First off, from the synopsis I had read on the page, I initially thought that it was going to be more of the hallucinations that we were experiencing versus the parasite itself.

That being said, when I booted up the game...it was mad boring. I'm not even gonna lie to y'all, I was 2 seconds from clicking that ish out and moving on to another visual novel that I had saved to play later; however, I was like "Well, it just started. Let me give it a fair chance because this is clearly only the intro" because let's be real for a second. An intro is kind've hard to write without making it so plain that the person playing just loses interest nor making it so that shit just starts popping off out of seemingly no where. So, with that in consideration, I pushed through. I got through the first, like, day and 3/4 of the second day. THAT'S when things started getting a little more interesting, and I was like "Okay! Here we go!". After that, it was pleasantly interesting!

It definitely had a slow start with all the "I did this, then I did this, and then after that I did this" blah, blah, blah, but once it truly started? Oh, it was on. With that, I think I've rambled enough about my personal experience. Let's talk about the game (with as little spoilers as possible, as always)

So, boom, we're -- well, actually Marlowe -- is taking a vacay by...going in the wilderness.

No shade, no tea to you if this is your style of vacationing. I support, but no way in hell am I partaking. Ain't no way I'm going to get away from indoor struggles by experiencing outdoor struggles, like nu uh. Then again, Marlowe isn't exactly out here roughing it. She has this really nice cabin that she rented out, and she's going to chill the week there.

Even though this is a horror themed game, she actually has pretty solid reception out here, so we're good! We can call for help should we need it, right? ...Right?

Anyways, she goes to take a swim in this lake, and I honestly get why she did that...but why did she do that? Literally the intro to the game was a news story on this brain-eating bacteria that resides in -- you guessed it -- freshwater lakes.

What did we just take a swim in? A freshwater lake. Lol you already know where this is headed.

Okay, now that I'm actually trying to type this out, I don't really know how to present this story without spoiling it, but I'm going to try my damnedest, so bear with me.

So, without spoiling it too much, basically what ends up happening is that Marlowe gets really sick, and the friendly neighborhood germ, who's actually a lil toxic sumbetch, falls in love with her.

...

I know, I know, I said the same thing lol. We -- and by we, I mean Marlowe -- got sick, and the brain-eating bacteria that I mentioned earlier has fallen in love with us. But hear me out! It actually gets super interesting from here, so stay with me!

From this point, it's this odd tug-o-war game of survival. We're trying to survive it, and it is essentially trying to survive us from trying to kill it. To it -- this amoeba that named himself Niall and goes by he/him/his pronouns -- Marlowe isn't a host, but a spouse, and it's trying to build this family with her from inside her. For him, her survival means his death, and for Marlowe, it's the literal opposite.

By the way, this is Niall. Our...husband.

Anyways

During this tug-o-war game, Marlowe gets a little feisty with Niall, and Niall literally keeps her in check without physically touching her. Remember, Niall is a literal brain-eating bacteria. He's very real, but he isn't a person like she's hallucinating -- he's a disease. He's a disease that's making her ill, and he makes her symptoms worse whenever he gets pissed at her. Holy. Shit. Now, that's a crazy concept.

In an attempt to not ruin more than I may already have, I'll just say at this point, it's either him or Marlowe. As with a majority of visual novels, how this ends is completely up to the choices you make.

Like always, I'm not gonna lie to y'all. This game was significantly better than what I was initially expecting.

Like I mentioned before, the beginning was just really mundane to me, and I thought it was going to be the same scenario as another game I'm planning on writing a review about, but thankfully, it did not continue in that manner. Now that I've completed the game, it reads more like a "Everything was going great until it wasn't" type of thing, and it wasn't as "boring" as I initially thought. Still boring, but not "I wish this coworker would stop talking to me about this thing I don't care about" boring.

Now, that what I didn't care for is out of the way, let's talk about what I did care for: the concept of the story.

I could go on and on about how absolutely GENIUS I thought the concept of this VN was. Admittedly, if I did that, this review would turn out way longer than I'd want, and it'd seem like rambling. That being said, I'll just say this: By far, out of all the VNs that I've read so far (and admittedly, I'm relatively new to all of this, but hear me out), this has been the most original and the most interesting one as far as the concept that was chosen, not to mention it was executed well.

During this VN, I actually got a "...Okay, this is actually terrifying if you think about it" feeling. Not to mention, the take of "We're the same but different" premise. Like, Marlowe and Niall wanted the same exact thing as far as lifestyle but from different aspects. Hers was more of a life milestone or value that she had, and his was for the sheer aspect of survival. That was what made him cling to her the way that he had. It wasn't even about her looks or from the typical "You were the only person that was ever nice to me" trope, but a "You have the same will to survive like I do". Like damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! A deadly bacteria falls in love with you because he sees similarities in the two of you and is under the impression that you understand and consent to what he's doing. That is such an insane concept, and damn do I want to talk about it more, but I won't because I'll start rambling it and ruin it.

Overall, I'd recommend giving this game a go! Honestly, to me, it's not the most interesting reading-wise, but if you stick with it for the concept, it's a pretty solid read! Not to mention there's some partial voice acting which is super cool! Be sure to leave your comments on the dev's page if you feel like they're doing a good job, and you want to give them that extra reassurance. Like mentioned at the top, here is the link to the game if you'd like to try it out yourself! I definitely think that you should if you want to experience something different from the norm.

Anyways! That's all from me! Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around! Until next time~!

Parasite in Love Game Link and Page

#parasite in love #parasite in love visual novel #parasite in love vn #parasite in love review #visual novel review #vn review #parasite in love visual novel review #parasite in love niall #parasite in love marlowe #yandere #yandere visual novel #yandere vn

[hopusthebrainlessfloof]

Ludwig having Othello got me thinking about the other koopalings’ kids. This is what I think it’d be(I 100% agree with Othello, btw. Best baby):

Larry- he’d end up a (amicably) divorced dad of a little Koopa that he named Lucy(she’d probably be a literal mini-him).

Morton- I can see him adopting multiple Toads(6 girls and 1 boy, opposite gender to him and the other Koopalings, but same personalities). We’d have Laura, Marlow, Winston, Ivy, Renée, Lolly, and Linda.

Wendy- happily married(I’d say to Pom Pom or another member of the Koopa kingdom) but no kids. They’d probably have a pet Yoshi or something though.

Iggy- single, kid less, and happy! He’d probably have A BUNCH of Chain Chomps. He’s a Chain Chomp dad!

Roy- most likely, him and his boyfriend would adopt four kids(three boys(one Toad named Thomas, one Monty Mole named Ricky, and one human kid named Mikey) and one girl(I hatched Paratroopa). They literally just, like, found these four and said “we’re fathers now”….Like Bowser probably did with him and his siblings.

Lemmy- I can see him going one of two ways. Staying single like Iggy or finding someone and having twins(one boy and one girl named Rhythm & Blues in reference to Hip & Hop).

And then theres Othello who’s probably gonna be the coolest cousin ever.

I haven't thought about many of the future kids, but I love these ideas! Just a few changes I'd make in this au:

Lemmy is aroace like Iggy, so he's more likely to also become a chomp dad as well.

Pom Pom and Hariet are already dating, but I might have Wendy and Vivian be a trans lesbean couple when I introduce Vivian :3

I have actually thought of future Roy × Rango quite a bit, and decided that Rango would likely birth their children!

Idk about AGABs or names yet for anything quite yet, but I love your thoughts on how Othello's future cousins (and just the future of the Koopalings in general) might turn out! :3

#super mario #koopalings #headcanons #hopus rambles

[maleyanderecafe]

Did you make a post for Parasite in Love? I'd definitely say Niall is a delusional yandere, and there's partial voice acting >:3c

I have played See Thru: Need A Friend and I wrote a recommendation on it so you will probably see that tomorrow. Since I got two asks for Parasite in Love, I'll just merge them together to answer it. It seems to be pretty popular lately, I see it pop up now and then.

The premise of Parasite in Love is about a parasite that infects a girl named Marlowe and her trying to survive it. After taking a dive into a freshwater lake while in a cabin, Marlowe gets infected by a parasite. This parasite seems to have gained some sentience, manifesting himself to Marlow as a humanoid being named Niall. Niall takes on the persona of being a husband, feeding on Marlow's desire to have her own family, all while slowly killing her. There are about four endings, of which there is only one where Marlowe survives.

If Marlowe feeds into the idea that Niall is a husband, she will pretend to be okay with him, all while Niall makes her weaker and weaker. Niall presents her their "children" and tries to take care of her, having her eat so she can regain strength and removing any additional pain/nausea that Marlowe might feel. In the end, Marlowe is too sick to move, and Niall promises that the two will be happy in death together.

If Marlowe rejects Niall, she will push him away, being generally rude to him as he is the one who is killing her. Niall seems begrudgingly unhappy with this situation, but for the most part doesn't make it worse for her, at least until the point where he snaps. Getting Niall angry results in Marlowe's condition worsening because of the pain, causing Niall to cry out in disbelief and what he's done before the two once again die together.

For Marlowe to survive, she tricks Niall into making him and their children return to the lake. She shows that Niall doesn't know how to be a father, citing her own father protecting her to prove to him, saying that a father is someone who is willing to sacrifice for their children, and that if she dies, their children will die as well. She proposes that Niall and their children return into the lake, promising that when she regains strength again, she will return so they can be inside her again. Niall agrees to this and after successfully Marlowe is able to finally be free of her parasite. If she is too weak, she drowns, with Niall crying once again at her fate.

For a game jam created game, Parasite in Love is both wonderful in conception and in general aesthetics. The artwork is very pretty with the great touch of having the UI and Marlowe's surroundings being slowly deteriorated as she grows weaker. Niall as a design is also very well made, looking humanoid while also alienlike, as he is drawing from one of Marlowe's memories of her crush while still retaining his parasite nature. I also do like how they do the saves and each day passing, feeling like we're looking under a microscope.

Marlowe is a very good protagonist. We learn early on that she has a hard time connecting with other people, or rather wants to be able to connect with them closer, and having a cute relationship with her father as well, something that she emphasizes on doing after the ending where she survives. She wishes to have a family, which is what Niall feeds on when she gets infected. Throughout the routes, she is always trying to find a way to stay alive, and even when she fails, she is keenly aware of what Niall seems to be able to do like being able to read her mind or his general attachment to her. I think the way she was able to manipulate her in the ending that she survives in was also very clever, using Niall's love for her and their family to get rid of them. Makes you wonder what would happen if Marlowe ever returns into the water. I was surprised that she actually did have a voice to some degree, but it was a nice surprise.

Niall is also pretty interesting as a concept. As a parasite, he's pulling on Marlowe's memories as a way to make himself more appealing to her despite the fact that he's killing her. It makes you wonder if he really does care about her or if it's a survival tactic to keep himself alive and to multiply. While he does seem to know that he is killing her to some extent, the way that he acts is very distant about it, attempting to make Marlowe eat despite the fact that he is the one that is actually killing her. He seems very genuinely upset if Marlowe attempts to push him away and is seemingly very sad when he leaves into the water. I always think that having yanderes that are not human are fascinating (things like parasites, aliens or machines) since it makes you wonder if they actually do feel love for the person or if it's another factor, whether it be something that's programmed into them, something that they're assimilated from the person they're infecting or are using to survive. I always find that those kinds of ideas are really fun to explore.

It does make you wonder if the other people who were infected by this parasite had similar experiences, like having them imitate a loved one. I wonder what would have happened if Marlowe didn't like kids and how Niall would have changed to accommodate that. How did the other four that supposedly survive manage to live and if this is an experience that is exclusive to Marlowe, could it happen again? And why did it happen? These are a lot of questions that the game makes me think about.

Overall, I do think its a very spooky and good game, from the graphics, concept and general story. It's a fun game to play for Halloween, so perhaps give it a try.

#asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations

[doctorwhoisadhd]

what are your thomas england thoughts? like what do u think thomas was like b4 they died

ok so thomas england is DEFINITELY one of the players who i imagine as part of the Prehistory Fridays Gang. so first he was around for everything in prehistory (along with fletcher berger, sebastian diaz and his partner, erickson hendricks, rhonda elliott, our lady of perpetual friday, fenry marlow and their dog homer, fitzgerald massey, jessi wise, and mrs silk who was then miss silk. and then also baby york and his dad parker, who was dating miss silk. obv not all of these people were necessarily fridays players at the time though maybe they worked behind the scenes). so THAT was a whole thing.

honestly part of the problem of being LITERALLY retconned out of the game is nobody remembers you anymore. thomas england was only around long enough to get joke lore, we were only really just starting to flesh out relationships between the players when he got incinerated, and he didnt get any of that. and what adds to this problem is, well in the fridays style of lore, we dont necessarily think about what a player does outside of blaseball, or at least we DEFINITELY didnt early on (and didnt get ANY new entirely unlored players until relatively late af in the game — so like, after sixpack on s4d86 our next two were fenry and yass statter jr in the s13 and s19 elections respectively). so as a result there isnt any kind of a precedent to fall back on for what i think about what he did?

but here's what i DO know;

i disagree with the wiki on this one: neither of his parents are from the UK (there is no way). i like to think like, at least one of his parents is native, and hes lived there his entire life

his legal name is thomas england + thats whats on all his blaseball stuff, but typically with other islanders he'd use pelekane (which is what some of the last few members of the hawaiian royal family called england in ʻolelo hawaiʻi). so its like, his career name is thomas england

hes transmasc B) also ADHD

he played first base

he loves doctor who, and not just because its from the UK. like, hes seen the TV movie and at least one of the peter cushing movies and most of classic who, listened to a whole bunch of audios, reads the comics and the novels and like every EDA, has a subscription to dwmag, his bar for media quality is on the fucking GROUND so its literally all good he just loves dr who so much. he also probably has a cosplay of literally every doctor (including the shalka doctor and like the curse of fatal death ones too)

despite this he DOES. NOT. know ANYTHING about UK culture. he is constantly having amelia bedelia type misunderstandings of what things are. (ex: beans on toast = toast, peanut butter, jelly beans / "the tube" = "big pneumatic tube like the one for salmon, except people sized" / thinks john lennon's name was actually "john lemon")

he cant tell a single british accent apart he just identifies all of it as "british accent". fitz massey is from australia and is completely unaware that he thinks they are british. it is extremely lucky that he has never met anyone from ireland because they would probably strangle him. (weirdly though: despite him identifying approximately 50% of kiwis as british seemingly completely at random (absolutely no common criteria has been found at all. not looks not age not location nothing), he identifies 100% of scottish accents as "aotearoan")

he plays ʻukulele! maybe he worked at a ʻukulele store for a time at some point, even if it was like a summer job during high school... i like to think he's what got heat into playing :')

obsessed with choose your own adventure stories. he loves them.

(fridays angst train incoming) so york grew up with the whole Prehistory Fridays Gang as his family, and when york was really really little he couldnt say "thomas" (or england or pelekane, for that matter) but would ask him if they could play "docka who" all the time, so eventually what stuck for thomas england was he became york's "uncle who"

#thomas england #blaseball #fridays #hawaii fridays #hawai'i fridays #hawaiʻi fridays #york silk #stevenson heat #fitzgerald massey #ari opinion hour #askbox

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

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