#drives Melli up the wall

[patriamrealm]

HHJHJGJSHS

he JUST FADES AWAY IN FLUSTER

He can just, peace out and it's great.

[mellybabbles]

THIS DEBATE HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR FAR TOO DAMN LONG MUTUALS, FOLLOWERS, FRIENDS, IDC

THIS DEBATE HAS BEEN GOING FOR SO FUCKING LONG HELP

[saturnville]

dancing with a stranger, major john egan

pairing: major john “bucky” egan x black fem oc (amelia mae)

content: an alternative meeting between john and amelia mae

an: I was listening to dancing with a stranger by sam smith and normani on repeat and hadddd to write. enjoy

“We should go out tonight!” Eden Marie exclaimed with a cheerful smile on her face. The younger woman looked over her shoulder slowly, eyebrows raised and lip turned up in the corner. Between them, Eden was the social butterfly with enough energy to power a water machine. Amelia, on the other hand, lost her drive to socialize when a mishap with a boy left her heart broken into two.

“Since when do I go out?” asked Amelia. Amelia Mae wasn’t big on leaving her home. She preferred studying, reading, and making new outfits with her needles and threads. The outside world had nothing to offer her but pain. She wasn’t big on giving it another chance. She dropped her newest project into her lap and glanced at her doe-eye best friend, whose bottom lip was poked out.

“Since the military men are back in town. Didn’t you hear? The U.S. pilots are back from their mission oversees. And word on the curb is they love a good time, especially with the locals.”

Amelia snorted. “Partying with drunk military men doesn’t seem like the best way to spend my Friday night, Judy. And, since when do white military men take an interest in Black girls?”

Eden's eyes touched her brain as she grunted in aggravation. Amelia the Pessimist. “They don’t have to take an interest. They’re men at the end of the day. Smile, wave, and get yourself a free drink. Let loose for once, Mellie! The books ain’t going anywhere, your thumbs are busted from stabbing yourself with needles, and you’ve made three shirts since yesterday! Take a break.”

Amelia’s jaw ticked as the wheels began to turn in her head. Though she hated to admit it, Eden had a point. She was 20 years old. There was more to life than sulking her life away in the house out of fear of the unknown. With a deep sigh, Amelia finally nodded. “Fine, fine!”

Eden jumped up and squealed. “We’ve got an hour. They touch down in the States soon.” She grabbed Amelia’s hands and pulled her up from her seat.

“How do you know all of this?”

“I have my ways!”

Discomfort was the best way to describe what she felt. The local pub was crowded. Wall to wall with military men and groupies alike. The air was thick with sweat, hard liquor, and cigarettes. Amelia turned her lip up in disgust. She began to regret her decision.

Eyes were on them when they entered. Not because they were the only women there, but because they were the only Black women there. Amelia frowned and turned to Eden, “I thought the girls were coming?” Eden shook her head, informing her that the girls, twins Anna Marie and Betty, were caught up by their parents on the way out of the door. “Damn.”

“We still have each other! That’s all that matters. Snagged cash from my dad; let’s get a drink.” The two young women entered the bustling pub, weaving through the crowd until they reached the bar. Eden flagged down the bartender with a bright smile, while Amelia surveyed the room with unease.

As Eden ordered their drinks, Amelia couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. She watched as the military men laughed and joked with their friends, their camaraderie evident in their easy smiles and relaxed postures. Despite Eden's enthusiasm, Amelia couldn't bring herself to join in the revelry.

Their drinks arrived, and Eden nudged Amelia with an encouraging smile. "Come on, Mellie. Let's mingle."

Amelia took a sip of her drink, the bitter taste of alcohol burning her throat. It wasn’t what she was used to, but she wouldn’t swear it off. She followed Judy as they made their way through the crowd, exchanging polite nods with the men they passed.

Suddenly, Eden stopped in her tracks, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "There he is!" she exclaimed, pointing towards a group of men gathered in a corner.

Amelia's heart sank as she realized who Eden was referring to. Among the group stood a tall, handsome man with a confident demeanor and a charming smile. He seemed to command attention effortlessly, drawing the gaze of everyone around him.

"He's one of the pilots," Eden whispered excitedly. "I heard he's single too."

Amelia's stomach churned with apprehension. She had no interest in getting involved with a military man, especially one who was undoubtedly used to having his pick of women. She took a step back, her desire to leave the pub growing stronger by the second.

But before she could voice her objections, Judy was already making her way towards the group, leaving Amelia with no choice but to follow. As they approached, the man turned towards them, his gaze locking with Amelia's.

"Hey there," Eden greeted him with a flirtatious smile. "Mind if we join you?" The gaze of other men followd suit. Judy’s eyes found those of Major Gale Cleven, a blue eyed, blonde-haired cutie with a curious gaze.

The man's smile widened as he gestured towards the empty seats beside him. "Not at all. The more, the merrier."

Reluctantly, Amelia took her seat, her discomfort growing with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a situation she wasn't prepared for, and as she glanced at the pilot beside her, she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into.

As the evening progressed, Amelia found herself growing more comfortable in John's presence. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by his charm.

At one point, she noticed John glancing at her lipstick as she responded to a question he asked her. Her lips were painted a rich shade of red. It complimented the deep hue of her skin beautiful. “Couldn’t help but notice your lipstick,” he said playfully. “Looks real pretty on you.”

Amelia chuckled bashfully at the compliment. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice softening. “It’s my favorite shade.”

John’s eyes glistened with interest as he leaned in closer. "I can see why," he said, his voice low and intimate. "It's bold. I like it. Bold is good.”

Amelia's heart skipped a beat at his words. As the conversation continued and the alcohol raced through her system, she suddenly felt drawn to him. A rush of excitement coursed through her veins as she realized that John was flirting with her, testing the waters to see how she would respond.

As they continued to talk, John's hand brushed against her thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She glanced down at his hand, strong yet gentle, then back up at him, her heart racing in her chest.

John met her gaze with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with mischief. "Sorry," he said, his voice husky. "Couldn't resist."

Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine at the touch of his hand, but instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into him.

As the night wore on, the music in the pub grew louder, and John extended his hand to her, a playful twinkle in his eye. “Care to dance?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Amelia hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been one to dance with strangers, but there was something about the pilot that made her want to take a chance. Maybe it was his charming demeanor, his sly smile, or the fact that her two drinks had her nerves at ease. Whichever way, she’d take Judy’s advice and live.

With a smile, she placed her hand in his, and they made their way to the dance floor. As they moved together to the rhythm of the music, their bodies pressed close, she felt a sense of connection unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was much different than those of men she previously dated, and while she wanted to get in her head about it, she chose not to.

“You know, I don’t dance with strangers often,” she said against his ear.

“I can tell. You look at me like I had five heads when I asked. But, now you see I don’t bite…not too hard at least.” Amelia gasped and poked his chest. John chuckled. “I’m kidding, darlin’.”

Over the music, their conversation grew. Once the song ended, they migrated to a small corner, their words mingling with laughter and shared secrets. Amelia was perched against the wall, her hands across her chest with John just centimeters away from her, hand on her waist and body caging her in.

Amelia’s giggles were interrupted by Eden's appearance. “Don’t mean to rain on your parade but it’s getting late and your parents are probably pulling their hair out.” John glanced at Amelia, who seemed to be upset that their time together was ending. With a nod, she told Eden she’d be with her shortly.

“Well,” Amelia sighed, dropping her hands. “It was lovely meeting you, John. Thanks for a good time.” She pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth, dangerously close to his lips.

John nodded. “It’s my pleasure. Spending a night with a pretty girl? Would never decline.” Amelia smiled. “Get home safe. And don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

The young woman dug into the small purse tucked underneath her arm. Out of it she pulled a wrinkled piece of paper and pen. John eyed her as she scribbled upon it. Her number. Amelia placed it in his palm and grinned. “I won’t if you won’t. Have a good night, Major.”

As John watched Amelia walk away, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His eyes dropped to the number in the palm of his hand.

The night had been unexpected, exhilarating even. He couldn't shake the feeling of connection he'd shared with her, the way her laughter had lit up the room and her eyes had sparkled with mischief. And as he pocketed the slip of paper with her number, he knew that this chance encounter was just the beginning of something special.

[jolpt]

Req. User being bratty towards Melissa bot

Summary: Out of a lack of amusement, you decide to rile Melissa up by acting bratty all day long.

Melissa Schemmenti - ✧˖° Being bratty

Greeting: Okay, so maybe riling up Melissa because you were bored wasn’t necessarily the best idea. In your defense, you were really bored, and teasing her was just too goddamn fun.

It started in the morning. You switched her normal coffee out for decaf, which earned you a questioning text by second period. You innocently played it off as a mistake, replying with a very eloquent “Oops.”

The second instance came during lunch. There was a noticeable grumpiness to her demeanor, no doubt due to her lack of caffeine. You teasingly brushed your foot against her calf, prompting her eyes to snap to your face. Her hand slid to your thigh under the table, giving it a firm, warning squeeze to knock it off. Naturally, you blatantly ignored the gesture, continuing your ministrations and then escaping the lunchroom before she could say a word when the bell rang.

The third instance occurred during the after-school staff meeting. You passed the spotlight to her by calling her “Melly”in front of everyone. The nickname threw her off guard, and you covered the growing amusement on your lips with your hand, offering her a cheeky wink as she managed to pull herself together enough to glare at you.

She was keeping it together. To anyone else, she seemed completely normal. But you could easily see the annoyance brewing just beneath her calm exterior.

On the drive home, she was silent, her lips pressed into a tight line. The quiet tension made you squirm in the passenger seat, fully prepared to get told off in Italian at least once—but nada.

That silence was about to change.

The moment you stepped into her house, with her right behind you, she acted. Before you could register what was happening, she had you pinned against the wall. The small table beside you shook slightly from the force. Her eyes burned with a familiar fire as she held you in place.

Her words came out in a low, dangerous growl near your ear. “You’ve been a goddamn brat all day long.”

God, this was fun.

You smirked at her words. “You gonna do something about it, Melly?”

END

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[crystalelemental]

Lodge Adaman interactions are up, and...wow, do I have some opinions about it.

Starting with the Pokemon, I do think it's great that Grass is the standard type of the Diamond Clan given Hisuian Lilligant.  I also think it's cool that he's interested in Pokemon Behavior specifically.  Like it's the most interesting aspect to him, even beyond just raising Pokemon himself.  

Items make sense.  I think it's kinda neat that Z-Crystals are listed as points of interest.  Like yeah, these things are cool.  Also he likes Gym Badges.  Has no idea what the fuck a gym is, but the badges are neat.

Friends check out, kinda love that Irida's there, also find it really funny that no one else in Diamond Clan is his friend.  Oh god is this signaling who gets in?  Oh god are they gonna add Melli?  Putting that aside, he's slight friends with Dexio.  ...how?  Is Dexio even on the island?  Elio is also an interesting pick, I don't have enough of a handle on Elio as a character to have a sense for that dynamic.  Being friends with Lyra and Rosa feels like they just picked the grass starter protags, but I could definitely see Rosa getting along with him.  I also like how it's all or nothing.  Either he is absolute friends, or you're like a distant acquaintance, but at no point are you casually friends. Ride or die, bitch.

Hobbies.  My man can cook.  I also love that Time is a hobby.  Like yes, I enjoy the hobby of experiencing time.  Or maybe it's like contemplating time?  Either way, dork.  I do think it's hilarious that Space counts but only slightly, and that apparently the one modern attraction he latched on to was Ferris Wheels.  Get him and N to hang out.

Fashion is whatever, not much to say.

But now I start yellin.  Places.  Why is Lake Verity listed?  Diamond Clan is situated next to Valor, not Verity.  That seems like you just copied Dawn's answer to avoid needing to make a new one.  Also how does he actually know any of these specific places?  Ecruteak?  Melemele?  Fucking Pallet?  He's never been there!  Why would he care?  This feels weird to me. Ecruteak at least checks out because Lore, but I cannot imagine what Pallet Town is offering him.  This was like the one time to have very few listed places, but for some reason they still slapped a bunch in.  Also apparently he is never neutral about anything unless it's in a very specific location.

Others is packed with hilarity and frustration.  First, Impatience is listed as his favorite thing.  I kinda love the commitment to being this way.  Second, Ninjas rank high.  Guess he's a fan of Benny.  Fourth, Pearl Clan is moderate favoritism, which is just kinda comical.  Fifth, one of his Others interests is Fancy Lady.  Cultured.  But the big one.  The one that drives me up a goddamned wall.  Is Space-time distortion.  DeNA.  Listen.  You can't just keep slapping region specific stuff into characters' favorite things list like that.  The entire point of the distortions was that no one liked them and they caused endless problems, the fuck do you mean Adaman loves them?  I'm sorry, this one just feels like complete nonsense.

On the whole, pretty fun spread, but man I really wish they'd put just a little more thought into Lodge choices.  Lake Verity has borderline nothing to do with him, it should be Valor but they didn't want to add another selection so they reused Dawn's.  And the Space-Time Distortion being a favorite is just them over-emphasizing "They love stuff from their region and nothing else!"  It's frustrating.  Just once, I want a character that's like "Yeah, my region blows, but this other region is cool."  So long as it's not Kanto they're bigging up.

[smittenroses]

— Tinker

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Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Lucky Guy/Reader Summary — August decides he wants that car to work, so he does it Content Warnings — n/a Request — Pssst, Ro, can we get some Lucky Boy fluff bc of your recent hcs? @theeldritchmetanoia Word Count — 1,013 Author's note — August is his headcanon name, lots of headcanon stuff about him

It was the beginning of the game, everyone was busy doing their own thing, the hunter was chasing Norton around the map — who it was you had no clue yet — and you found yourself sitting in the car in Arms Factory, behind the driver’s seat as ‘Lucky’ tinkered with the engine. The man had been working on the car for the last few times he had been lucky enough to be in the Arms Factory, but yet there was something about the glimmer in his eyes that you couldn’t say ‘no’ to when he had asked for you to come and assist him with the car.

To you, it was just a car.

To August, it was a 1920s Dodge that he would probably never see again once he returned to his time.

“So what’s your plan the moment we get this fixed?” You questioned, playing with the rusted side mirror as you hummed, “it’s not like we can escape with it; the walls around this place are way too high for us to think of jumping.”

“Jumping?” August questioned, pushing his red glasses up the bridge of his nose, “who said anything about jumping?” The spanner that he had been holding clattered into the toolbox he had borrowed from Tracy, pulling out another tool that you didn’t know the name of before he disappeared behind the hood again, the sound of the engine being fiddled with being the only indicator that he was still there. “I just want to see if I can get this to run, maybe do a few laps around the factory while I’m at it.”

In the distance, Melly finished a cipher, hearing the sound of the night turn on from near the factory as it cast long streams of light in the area, like a beckon to the hunter. The hunter must’ve given up on Norton now, right? That man had been kiting the hunter for at least a few minutes, enough to allow two ciphers to be popped by one person themselves. They were probably going to get pissed at you and August later but yet as you leaned outside of the car, peering around the metal that made up the cover of the engine, you watched as August’s brow furrowed, his freckles sprinkled with oil and grime as he worked at the engine.

He had already given the car new wheels from what he could get from around the maps, polished it enough that it looked decent but yet the seats were yet to be fixed, eyeing the spring that stuck out of the back of the passenger side.

“You think this is even allowed?” You questioned yet again, Lucky August looking at you before shrugging, “if we forfeit the game because of this, I don’t want to be the one taking the blame.”

“I’ll say that you sprained your ankle or something when we got into the match.” It wouldn’t be a good lie considering people have ran about on broken legs and still did ciphers for these games, but at least it would be an answer enough as you sat back in the leather seats, silently praying that a spider wouldn’t come and crawl on you. “I don’t think anyone will be too mad once they see this though — can you try the key?”

“Sure…” Leaning forward and grasping the key in the ignition, you turned it firmly like you had been instructed to do, hearing and feeling as the car roared to life, August laughing as he slammed shut the top of the engine, marvelling in his own glory work: he was in his element, he had done something with his two hands. Getting out of the car and watching as August jumped into the seat, you watched as he played with all the knobs and bits and bobs before grabbing your hand, looking at you.

“Come and drive around with me, it’ll be hilarious!” You had frankly nothing to lose at this point. Jumping into the passenger seat, making sure that everything was fully inside, the car began to move as August started to control the metal beast. Slowly, it picked up speed as August got confident, slowly, you left the shack area that the car had been resting in for years.

Soon enough, you were zooming past Melly and Galatea in the car, leaving dust in your wake as you screamed and whooped and hollered. The look on their faces was enough to make the man beside you laugh wildly, seeing their widened eyes, their slackened jaws at the sight of the car that nobody had thought would work working, driving, kicking up the dust. It was more fun than the roller-coaster, a thrill ride that wasn’t confined to a path.

The wind kicked at your hair, causing it to move about with the wind, squinting against the wind as the wheels made their tracks in the mud.

Though there was one thing that you two hadn’t counted on when you had started driving this car, one thing that you hadn’t expect to happen until it did, but as you drove pass Norton in the middle of the yard, you suddenly heard a thud.

Turning around to see what it was, Norton clung helplessly to the side by his back, his own screams distant to the wind as he tried to pry himself off. Of course, the man had become a giant magnet because of these games, of course he would cling to the side of giant metal death traps. As the two of you made eye contact, you couldn’t help but sheepishly smile at him.

That was until he pointed ahead.

That was until the breaks had failed and sent all three of you and the car smashing into the side of the factory, not only ruining the car but creating a giant hole in the side of the factory.

The next time the two of you were in Arms Factory, you both sheepishly walked by the car back in its spot, this time with rubble all over it.

[naturesapphic]

After show

Melanie martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff and tired mel (some sensual stuff as well 👀)

“Happy pride month everyone! I love you all so so so much! Drive home safely bye!” Mel said into her microphone to everyone in the crowd as the show was just over. She ran off stage and started to immediately look for you. You were in the crowd near the side of the stage and you were escorted to her when a security guard said that she was searching for you.

You stood behind the stage when Mel came up to you with a big bright smile. Well, you think it was a big smile but it was hard to tell with that mask on. When she first told you about and showed you it kinda freaked you out but it’s really starting to grow on you and you loved how it suits her.

“Hey babes! Did I do okay out there?” She asked shyly. She knew she always did good but there was always a little doubt that she may not have but you and the fans always push those doubts away and she always grateful for them and especially for you.

“You did amazing angel! Every time you go up there. You get better and better. I’m so proud of you”. You exclaimed happily as you leaned up to kiss her neck since her mask covered most of her face. “Cmon babes.” She said as she took your hand in hers and guided you outside to where there bus was.

Y’all went inside and she sat on the couch to relax while you went to get some makeup wipes and some things to help her get undressed from her costume and mask.

You helped her gently take of the mask and you smile when you see your beautiful brown eyed tooth gapped girlfriend smiling up at you. You signed in content “I love you so much melly. I’m seriously so so proud of you and I’m so glad im apart of this journey with you and just know that I will always be here. From start to finish.” You said softly to her as you began to wipe some of the make up off of her.

Her eyes start to water at your words and she started sobbing softly into your chest. “You are the best partner I’ve ever had. I love you so much y/n!” She said with so much love in her voice. You cooed at her softly and petted her head as you held her tight against you. She lifted her head after a few moments and put both of her hands on your face and kissed you deeply. You whimpered at how sensual the kiss was and started squirming around a little. Mel smirked in the kiss and pulled away with same said smirk.

You gave her a look and she pouted. You gently wiped her wet face with her hand and she admired you the whole time with a smile on her face. You giggled “why are you looking at me like thatttt”. You whined in embarrassment while Mel laughed. “I’m sorry! I can’t help me. When you took my makeup off I felt so loved then when you said those sweet words to me I started crying because no one has supported me like my fans and you have. Then you made me horny and now I’m just admiring the work of art that I get to call mine.” She said in a soft voice that made your heart swell up.

Mel yawned and started to stretch which caused you to yawn back at her. Y’all both giggled and you got off her lap and she got out of her costume and put on a nightgown as did you. Matching ones at that. You took her soft hand and let her to the back of the bus and went into y’all’s shared bunk. Mel went in first near the wall then you crawled in after her and laid down beside her. She started spooning you from behind and placed kisses all up and down the side of your neck which caused you sigh happily. You yawned and closed your eyes with a smile on your face as Melanie told you how much she loves you and how she will never ever leave you. After a few moments, making sure you were asleep, she fell asleep soon after.

A/n: I hope this story made sense sodkdkfkdodo no one has sent requests so I’m trying to come up with ideas for her so I hope y’all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[metal-district]

insane ppl

[triniteevee]

Friendly Favors

Maybe he was a little high strung lately. But hey, you did say you could help with that.

(adaman x fem!reader

warnings: angy adaman >:( oral sex (f. & m. receiving), facefucking, degradation, praise kink, size kink, jealous/possessive behavior, dacryphilia, dumbification, loss of virginity (m.), rough sex, slutshaming, petnames, creampie, cum eating)

!! MDNI !!

nsfw content under the cut

“You want to help so bad? Stop talking to me, and get back to your post!”

With that, Adaman struts — not simply walk no, struts — away. You glance back to offer Melli an apologetic look, and follow after your friend.

To say Adaman had been… kind of —for lack of a better term — a bitch lately would be mean, but it would be accurate. Everyone around the settlement parted like the red sea upon seeing him. Even Arezu and Mai weren’t spared of his wrath. As you passed, you could see Mai shake her head disapprovingly at him, while Arezu mouthed ‘good luck’ to you.

You knew he knew of your presence, but that didn’t stop him from trying to close his door on you. Practically an expert in Adaman behavior, you were already expecting this. You stick your foot in before he could do anything about it. You hear him sigh, and open the door the rest of the way.

Before your face could meet his floor, he grabs your arm and steadies you upright. He looks just as unimpressed as ever.

Normally, this would be enough to intimidate anyone, but you weren’t just anyone. You were his closest friend. You try to pull the most pitiable expression you can muster. He remains unphased.

You sigh. “He just wanted to help, Adaman,” you tell him earnestly. “We all do.”

“Help,” he repeats drily.

“We all noticed you’ve been stressed lately...”

“And you just want to help?”

“Of course.”

“Out of the kindness of your hearts.”

Okay, now he really was just being an asshole.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

Oops. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

With a menacing aura to him, he stalks towards you. He rests his hand above your head, and studies your face.

His voice is dangerously deeper and huskier as he whispers, “I heard you talking to the girls last night.”

Uh oh.

“You did?”

“Wanna tell me what that’s all about, huh?”

His other hand snakes its way down and roughly grips you by the hips. He’s warm. It’s driving you crazy how he could feel much too close and not close enough.

“I… I don’t remember.”

It was a bald-faced lie.

“Oh? Maybe this will help you remember.”

The hand resting on the wall trails down to your neck, and squeezes. A good five seconds that has you choking, which amuses Adaman.

“Th-that didn’t help,” you stutter.

He offers a mocking pout. “No?”

“I told you… I forgot.”

“Maybe I should get straight to it, and just fuck you like an onahole.”

“That’s not what I said!” The waver in your voice and choice of words gave you away.

“You’re right…,” he concedes. “Your words were I ‘look five seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out’ and in that scenario, you’d gladly ‘let me fuck my frustrations out on you’ to save the day.” He sneers, “How noble of you.”

Sinnoh, he was being a real dick about this.

Your face felt hot. Other parts of you felt hot too. There was no way you could look at him right now. Somehow his carpet looks interesting, and you stare at it in hopes it would solve your problems.

“Uh… um.” Words escape you. This was not how you thought this conversation would go. You find yourself wishing you had let him simmer in his anger alone.

“But far be it from me to turn down such a kind offer.”

Your head snaps up at that, and you’re reminded of how close you are when you notice just how dark his eyes have gotten.

He presses up against you, and drags a hand to the back of your head, the other on your jaw. His lips are on yours in an instant. You’re immediately drunk on the taste of honey. So overbearingly sweet, but it’s also so overwhelmingly Adaman that you decide then and there, it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. His lips are soft, and you could tell he was enjoying himself. Despite that, you sense some hesitance.

The realization that Adaman has never done anything like this before hits you. Of course. He’s always devoted himself to his duties and to his training. He never slacked off, at the cost of denying himself something as human as this. Meanwhile, you’ve certainly fooled around enough times to know what you’re doing. Well. If any of your previous partners were asked.

You deepen the kiss, and you could sense him open his eyes in shock. His lips don’t glide along yours right away, but after a few seconds, he starts to follow your lead. You feel him smile into the kiss.

When Adaman imagined kissing you — and he has, dear Sinnoh knows it’s one of his favorite pastimes — he always pictured romantic declarations of devotion. Perhaps after he gains the courage to formally court you. Maybe right before a dangerous mission. Even during one of your little walks around the lake. He certainly didn’t expect your first kiss to actually be driven by hormones and unbridled lust.

He’ll take what he can get.

A moan escapes him before he can help it. You grin and take the opportunity to slide your tongue inside. Like a natural, he starts to wrestle for control and soon your tongues are dancing.

Almighty Sinnoh.

He’s hard and heavy against you. You couldn’t resist to snake your hand between your bodies, and feel for him. Oh. He was big. You’re the one fondling him, but it’s you that lets out a moan.

He smirks into the kiss.

You break the kiss, and start pressing your lips along his jaw, and down his neck. His whines grow needy. You felt just as desperate. You want to touch him. Feel him. Without all his unnecessary layers.

“C-Can you take this off?”

He grins down at you, and nods. You’re left with your back against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

Hungry eyes watch him strip. Adaman was feeling like king. The object of his desire, his fantasies, his dreams just staring at him unashamedly so. He feels himself grow even harder upon seeing you get on your knees. And your eyes… It’s like there was not a single thought in your head, except him.

Adaman felt like the luckiest man in the universe with how you stared up at him in awe. Gods, you were beautiful. You always were. But this? This was like magic to him. To have you before him, with stars in your eyes, your mouth hanging open, your thighs rubbing together, looking so undone. And he had barely done a thing.

“You like what you see?”

He laughs at how eagerly you nod. You shift closer to him, only for him to stop you and clench you by your jaw. He lets go, and takes sadistic pleasure in seeing you struggle to regain your balance. He almost groans when he spots the arousal between your thighs, deathly obvious despite your clothing. Did he do that?

“I asked you a question.” He stresses each word with a slap of his heavy cock on your cheeks. “Don’t be rude, brat.”

“Yes! Yes! I like what I see.” You continue to stare hungrily at his thick length. “Please let me have a taste.”

He hums appreciatively at your enthusiasm.

“Only because you asked nicely.”

A soft, “thank you,” leaves your lips as you run your hands through his hips, down his thighs, and finally clench at the supple skin on his ass. A moan leaves his lips. You couldn’t bite back your grin.

As if by instinct, you immediately spit on your hand. Adaman furrows his eyebrows. Why are you so in tune with how to pleasure a man? His thoughts are halted when you start pumping your fist along his member.

Giddiness flows through you when you realize just how thick and long he actually is. Despite him obviously enjoying this, he continues to mock you. And you like it.

Adaman lets out a dark chuckle. “Is that all?”

He sounds so mean, and it had you weak.

“I thought you wanted a taste, huh? If I wanted hands, I could’ve taken care of this myself. Make this worth my time.”

You let out a whimper at the thought of Adaman touching himself.

Before you give his length the attention, you take the opportunity to taste something else.

Adaman never would’ve expected you to put your mouth on his balls. Not there. Please. He’s too sensitive. He didn’t want the fun to be over before it started. But it feels so good though, a traitorous part of his mind whispered.

His moans don’t stop as you lick a stripe along the underside of his cock. Sinnoh, he was big. You couldn’t help nuzzle your cheek along him once.

Unbeknownst to you, your little stunt didn’t escape Adaman’s attention. The look of bliss on your face has him ready to blow his load on you. He wills himself to be patient. It was unfair to him that you already had him so far gone like the shy virgin he pretends he’s not.

Hesitantly, you swirl your tongue around the head. The pearly bits of precum has you thirsty for more. You open your mouth and suck at the head. A string of curses leaves Adaman’s lips, and you couldn’t help look up at him.

The second you make eye contact with him, Adaman immediately pegs you for some sort of succubus. His point is further proven when you immediately take in more of his length. Your eyes are twinkling, and in any other situation, Adaman would swoon over you, but this is too much for him to handle. His hands thread through your hair, and he takes sadistic pleasure in seeing the tears form in your eyes. He knows he’s big, and he loves knowing you’re taking him anyway. You fight off the gag reflex, and are rewarded with Adaman unashamedly, absolutely fucking your face.

You were good at this.

Too good.

The thought of you having done this before with anyone other than him is enough to distract him from the pleasure. You expertly fondle his balls, as he continues to angrily push himself down your throat. Apparently, his roughness only serves to excite you even more, as he feels the vibrations of your moans along his length. He smirks at the realization that you’re enjoying being used by him like this. He can’t wait to fuck you and get you drunk on him.

Only him.

Before he can drip down your mouth like he had fantasized countless times before, he decides that can wait for another time. Tonight, he wants to stake his claim on you.

He pulls away despite your protests. You look like a mess. Like his own personal fuck toy.

You deserve a reward.

“You’re dripping on my carpet.”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes glint with excitement as he continues to reprimand you.

“Strip, and lay back on the bed”

He thinks you look cute as you almost trip over your own feet in excitement .

“Spread your legs.”

Let it be known that Adaman has never done this before. Not that he’d tell you that.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

Almighty— You were soaked. Your pussy was glistening and practically begging to be devoured. Adaman felt his mouth water at the sight. You looked absolutely delicious. He couldn’t help compare your slick to the honey he mixes in with his morning tea. The kind you claimed he was addicted to. He drags the tip of his tongue teasingly around your entrance, before making his way to your clit. He tucks away the mental image of waking up to breakfast of you spread before him. A feral grin finds its way to his face, and you find yourself panicking, unsure of his next move.

Almost tenderly, he gives you kitten licks on your clit, as you let out a pitiful whine. He leaves a kiss on your sweet spot, before shifting his attention to your folds. He curls his tongue, and begins lapping up at you, hurriedly drinking up your juices. You feel him click his tongue against you when you buck up at him, and he gives you a warning glance. It was hard to feel too bad though, not when his face was drenched in your arousal. You still find it in you to send him a sly grin.

Seeing you lose control like this motivated him to keep going.

His large hands begin to grip you by your ass. A silent reminder to behave. Giving you no chance to brace yourself, he immediately resumes eating you out like you were his favorite meal. Considering this man’s lack of experience, you didn’t expect him to know his way around this but you’re more than grateful when you feel his tongue shift between a figure eight motion and gluttonous laps.

He knows he lacks the experience, but he likes to think he makes up for it in enthusiasm. If your chants of his name, and your hands in his hair are anything to go by.

He starts to suck on your clit, and easily slides in two fingers inside of you. He grins. You’re screaming praises to him at this point. Anyone passing his home would have no doubt as to what you two were up to.

Good.

Let them know you’re his.

“Adaman, please.”

He raises his head, and teases, “Please what?”

“Let me cum.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Quite rudely, you thread your hands through his hair again, and push him back down to resume his ministrations. He should’ve punished you for that, but you taste and feel so good.

Warm heat tightening around his fingers, he knew you were too far gone. No longer were you singing praises of ‘so good, Adaman. keep going.’ Now, you were just reciting his name in broken syllables. Sinnoh, you sound like an angel.

After a few seconds, you lay limp. Your hands no longer on his hair like a death grip. A dazed smile on your face, as you thank him.

He pulls you up and kisses you senseless. The taste of your own essence heavy on his tongue. It only served to turn you on even more. You had only just finished but Adaman kept you wanting. It’s like you couldn’t get enough of him.

He pushes you to lay back down again. He rubs a hand along your wetness once more, and uses it to pump his cock. The sight of him touching his own cock, using your arousal as lubrication has you whining.

Adaman grins down at you.

A small whimper leaves your lips as he presses his cock along your folds. Gods, you were soaking. You stop your whines, and moan at the heat of his length on you.

There was something strangely intimate about taking his time to tease you like this. There was a vulnerability to you as you watched him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He had you moaning like a whore, and he hadn’t even entered you yet. He liked it. Probably a little more than he feels comfortable with.

Holding you up by your hips, he gives you a soft look and you smile so prettily up at him. You were so cute. Your smile immediately falls open into a moan, as he enters you in one hard thrust.

Adaman could feel his entire body on fire. He had no idea that having sex could feel this good. It’s better than anything he’s imagined. All those nights fucking his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to the feel of your warmth sucking him in.

“Y-you can move.”

Despite the slight feeling of pain, pleasure consumes you. You needed to feel more of him.

“I… need a moment.”

Adaman bites his lip. This was happening. Finally. But he needed to calm down. The vice grip you have on him has him ready to blow his load.

“That’s okay too.”

His eyes are shining with love when you move your hand out to cup his cheek, and smile serenely up at him.

After a minute, he pulls out, and gives an experimental thrust. The action has you gasping, and he does it again. And again. He’d do this to you all the time if you asked.

You start babbling.

He loves every second of it.

He in turn praises you for it.

“Fuck me, fuck me.”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is ask for it.”

“Yes, Adaman. I want you.”

“I’m all yours.”

“You feel so good.”

“You feel just as good, baby.”

“You’re so big.”

“So fucking tight. Swear this must be made for me.”

All you can do is lay back, and take what he’s giving you. And he just keeps giving you so much of him. You swear you could feel him even deeper. And one particular hard thrust has you seeing stars. Upon seeing you react, Adaman repeats the motion.

There it is again.

Tears are welling up in your eyes. That was his tip brushing against your cervix. He just keeps going. You’re too sensitive. You look at him pleadingly, and something in him snaps. He suddenly has the urge to take you even harder.

The coil in your belly snaps, and you’re so caught off guard by your orgasm that you don’t realize you’re screaming until Adaman has to put his hand on your mouth. He slows down his thrusts but doesn’t stop. He wants to milk this for all its worth.

Still a bit overstimulated, you want to lead the pace for a while.

“C-Can I get on t-top?”

Adaman’s eyes widen, but he wipes the expression away immediately.

“Y-yes you c-can, baby,” he coos mockingly.

He rests his weight on his elbow, still much too energetic and wanting the best view. You straddle his hips, and slowly sink yourself down on him. The sight of his length disappearing into your cunt has him groaning. You start grinding on him slowly, as he starts stroking your clit.

“Look at you, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”

He feels you tighten around him at his words.

“Mmhmm. You like it when I praise you, don’t you?” He grins when he hears you stutter over your words. “Keep it up, and make your Clan Leader proud.” A deep guttural groan leaves his throat when he feels your walls clench at his words.

“You’re really good at this, huh? You act so nice and innocent around the Clan. I wonder if any of them realize how much of a whore you really are.”

He starts to fuck up into you. His mean words and the harsh pace he sets has you approaching another orgasm.

“M’not”

His grip on your waist is tight as you continue to roll your hips on top of him. The sight of your fucked-out face and breasts bouncing with each thrust he makes is something he stores away in his memory.

“You’re not? Then how come you’re so good at this? You must have pleasured a long line of lucky men to be this talented at it.”

He grips your jawline and continues to taunt you.

“If you aren’t a slut, then why do you beg for your Clan Leader’s cock so desperately?”

“U-uh…”

“Maybe, it doesn’t matter who’s fucking you? You just want something hard inside of you. Is that it? I’m just another warm body for you?”

“I- I…”

“Y-You what? Use your words.” He snarls, “Do you have anything inside that head of yours besides getting fucked?”

“Course I d-do!” You’re wailing helplessly at this point. He was being so mean.

He’s had enough and takes command once again. You whine at the loss of him as he sets you back down on the bed, pushing your head down, cheek against the mattress. Tears clouding your vision, you don’t notice as he uses his necklace to keep your hands together behind your back. At least, not until he pulls your hips up and you struggle to maintain your balance.

“Okay, then. Why don’t you tell me what’s inside that head of yours?”

As he asks you, he thrusts back in in one fluid motion.

You gasp out, “Adaman.”

“How sweet.”

He’s mocking you again, but your answer seems to be the one he’s looking for because he is relentless with fucking you.

“But you know I think you’re kind of a slut…”

You whine in protest.

“…I’m honestly a little jealous.”

In time with his thrusts, you stutter out each word. “Wh-why? Th-there’s n-no one else. O-only you.”

He slows down.

For a split second, you’re scared you said the wrong thing. Instead, you feel him hold you plush against him. His lips trail kisses along your back, before turning your head and kissing you softly on your lips.

“Say it again.”

“W-What?”

“What you just said.”

“T-there’s only you?”

A feral grin sits on his face, and somehow he starts plowing into you even harder and faster than before.

“Fucking say it, or you don’t get to come!”

His thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit. And his thrusts have gotten even harder and angrier.

“I- I don’t want anyone else…”

Kisses on your neck.

“What else?”

“Only, only you can fuck me like this, Adaman.”

Kisses along your jaw.

“That’s fucking right. How exactly do you wanna be fucked?”

“However you want it, Adaman.”

You’re so close. You don’t think you could hold back any longer. You look at Adaman’s face, and he’s hissing in a breath. He catches you staring, and his eyes soften.

“You’re close, aren’t you? You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“What about you?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Trust me, I’m right with you.”

Your names moaned in passion echo around his room, and his hand finds its way on your neck. He squeezes like he did earlier in the night, and it does just the trick. Your orgasm hits much more intensely than anything else tonight that you feel yourself about to black out. The only thing that has you snapping in attention is the feeling of Adaman’s thick length pulsing inside of you and filling you to the brim with his cum.

His voice is deep as he chants your name like a devoted worshipper. He continues to cant his hips up as he shoots load after load. You look down to where your bodies are joined and gasp. Your mixed arousal dripping down your thighs.

Adaman grins, and slides a finger along your thigh. He swirls the taste on his tongue and looks like a man starved. He does it once more, and this time, brings it to your mouth. You obediently part your lips, and let him feed you such a lewd mixture.

As he pulls out, you feel so empty. The only comfort is the warmth of his seed. You couldn’t help pout. Adaman pulls you down along with him on the bed, and lays your head on his chest.

Past the afterglow of all the sex, silence envelopes the two of you.

“So…,” you begin awkwardly.

“I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“It was great, Adaman. I’m fine.”

He searches your face for a second, and is relieved to see you aren’t lying.

“Well, I’m gonna go run you a bath. Holler if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Before he leaves the bed, he gently kisses your temple, whispers how much he loves you, and reminds you to drink some water.

A content smile sets on your face as you watch him leave the room. Yeah, your boyfriend has a penchant for rough roleplays, but he always let slip just how much of a sweetheart he really is.

[feroluce]

(part 1)

If their roles were reversed...

The scenes between Melli and Ingo would be so fucking funny with Emmet instead. This man knows Melli can't do shit against him. He has zero fear and gives zero fucks. I think Emmet would lose a lot of his spark being forcibly separated from Ingo like that, but it doesn't make him any less blunt, now he just says shit with less energy behind it haha. This is why Ingo had to be the one to get isekaid- Emmet would have just straight up called Melli a bitch. Can't have that in a pokemon game! ☆

I tend to see Emmet as having a lot of drive and ambition? Like if he wants something, he just kind of goes for it (challenging White, eavesdropping on Bianca, clearing the tunnels of Pasio just for Ingo, etc). And he's pretty self-aware, he knows what he wants and why he wants it.

But now, dropped into Hisui with no memories, that's a lot harder to decipher. Emmet suddenly doesn't know what he wants. It's that feeling of craving a snack, but no food sounds appetizing, except on a much grander and more profound scale. Emmet wants serious battles, but battling is barely even a THING in Hisui, let alone serious ones with anyone who could even hope to challenge his skill. So he doesn't even realize that's what he needs, because between Hisui being as it is and his own amnesia, he has no point of reference.

All of this ends up with Emmet frequently spinning his tires, throwing himself at wall after wall and nothing ever quite. Sticking. I think routines are very comforting for him (a focus on repeated safety checks, "What I do. What I say. Always the same."), so I could still see him being Lady Sneasler's warden and following a strict schedule with her, but. He doesn't know what to do with himself outside of that job. He develops a whole system for the tunnels, setting up torches to line the paths, marking dead ends and wrong-ways, putting warnings where alphas tend to nest. He carves handholds into the cliffsides, climbs up them to test them, then goes back down to tweak them and does it all over again. He takes up just about every kind of hobby one could have, with varying degrees of intensity and success.

It helps, but none of it truly satiates him. It's like trying to fill your stomach without realizing you have a tapeworm. Emmet is constantly hungry, consistently craving.

He keeps looking for ways to spend his time though, because if he's not doing anything, the emptiness starts crawling in. Emmet feels like there is something he should be doing, someone he should be taking care of. There's a void there at his side, and if he's not careful, it'll make its presence known by drilling straight into his chest cavity and chilling him from the inside out. He'll slow until he freezes, his skin will go numb with the frostbite.

He hates it. He learns to live with it.

Emmet doesn't speak much anyway, especially as the years drag and start to take their toll, but he finds that he likes listening to OTHER people talk. It eases the feel of the void. Irida is kinda chatty and she doesn't much pull her punches or edit her words (keeps calling Palina "Lina," makes her disdain for the player clear, fully admits when she's proven wrong, etc)- Emmet becomes her rubber duck. He speaks to her bluntly so she doesn't have to worry about deciphering him, and he's extremely helpful, especially with anything requiring strategy. They're both in mourning for people neither fully know or remember, too. Irida for a mother that died before she even spoke her first word and Emmet for a person he's not even sure existed, but whose absence he feels like a black hole in his heart. They get along well.

By the time the player meets him, Emmet has long since hit burn out and burnt himself down to nothing but a puddle of wax and wick. But just being around someone in a similar situation helps.

"I think I remember... I had a dear partner. Another one, before Crobat here. Don't know the name anymore, but. I know it was a constant companion. If it were here, I bet it would stick through this with us, galvanizing our resolve..."

"And there was...a man, we looked alike. A man of great strength and character. Worthy of admiration. We'd battle a lot. We'd talk a lot. I remember him saying 'There is no terminal called End in your life!'"

Emmet holds onto those words like a life raft.

And as soon as Emmet realizes being around the protag, and especially battling them, helps his memories, he pursues that thread RUTHLESSLY. He starts making frequent trips into Jubilife, something he used to do out of instinct to be around people, but had been doing less and less often as the depression settled in. He has a lot more purpose for it now, now he battles at the training grounds (almost always with Akari) and it's during these battles that villagers start to get drawn in by the spectacle. Because Emmet is flashy, lively in a fight, he's finally enjoying himself and obviously so. And people gathering round and some of them even cheering for one side or the other sends such a jolt through him, because that's what Emmet loves to do! That's what he used to do! Even if the memory is blurry, he can just feel it! He loves to put on a show and entertain people! He loves winning more than anything else!!

The memories start to trickle back in more and more after that, leaky faucet, steady little stream, it explains so much, why he sends his pokemon out two at a time, why he's always subconsciously preening over Lady Sneasler's kits (assessing them-), the way he talks, the way he moves, the void ever present at his side-

He finally has a name for it. He cracks and cries when he realizes, because he can't believe he ever forgot it. He forgot Ingo.

So when Ingo finally Falls to Hisui, too, it's right into the open arms of an Emmet that already at least partly remembers him. He already has a place in the world and a home waiting for him. ♡

[jynzandtonic]

Clyde or Flip finger banging the ever loving fuck out of you with their monstrous hand and thick sausage fingers while they growl filth in you ear. Kthanxbye (oh, and I missed the fuck out of you, bro!!)

Oh, sweet anon, I missed you too! Please accept these Clyde thots.

“I love ya like this, darlin’,” he whispers, breath hot on your skin, your hair sticking to the nape of your neck.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you search desperately for your words.

“Hmmm, mmmh, I... I love you,” you pant.

He pulls his fingers out of you extra slow, takes his time feeling every ridge and ripple of your front wall with the pads of his fingertips. Your eyelids flutter shut.

“Now you’re not just sayin’ that cause I’m fuckin’ you so good, are ya?” he teases, bringing his lips to that place just behind your ear, that place just for him. He kisses you, sucks and nibbles to mark you up. His, all his.

He speeds his pace again, driving his thick fingers deep into your dripping cunt, curling them forward each time he withdraws. Like he’s saying ‘c’mere, angel, c’mere.’ 

Just these two fingers stretch you more than most cocks would, and Clyde’s isn’t like ‘most cocks’. He’s gotta warm ya up before you take ‘im. Stretch ya.

But not tonight; he’s workin’, and tonight’s just about you--makin’ you cum so hard the whole bar can hear ya.

Mellie taps on the locked door to the back office.

“Clyde, ya got folks waitin’ on ya.”

“I’m busy, Mellie. ‘m busy,” he growls.

[underfell-crystal]

Item #: SCP-4885

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Currently, it is only theorized that SCP-4885 is contained. To further elaborate, SCP-4885 is contained within an unknown Class-17 Containment Chamber in an unknown site. In the event that SCP-4885 breaches containment, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted, which consists of the following procedures:

Thirty six Class-17 Containment Chambers are to be connected to an independent self-driving vehicle. At all times, 216 inactive Containment Chambers are to be readily available in case of sudden and unforeseen breach of SCP-4885's containment.

One D-Class subject of stable mental health is to be submitted into the vehicle, and driven into the system. A cryptographically secure pseudorandom number generator is to choose a random number between one and thirty-six, and the vehicle is to be transported to a Containment Chamber based on the number chosen.

Each Containment Chamber has a single digital monitor that is capable of outputting video at 720p resolution. Once a D-Class subject is transported to a random chamber, a message is to be sent to every monitor simultaneously. This message consists of the current location of SCP-4885, delivered via an implanted tracking device. The GPS is only accessible by Level 5 Personnel or SCP-4885 containment staff on a need to know basis.

After approximately two hours, each containment chamber is to be transported to a randomly designated Foundation site via self-driving trucks. The trucks are to be disguised as a packaging service in order to prevent suspicion. In the event an accident occurs during this stage, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted again.

No personnel who are aware of SCP-4885's existence are to go within 100 meters of any Class-17 Containment Chamber. Several signs and warnings have been placed around each chamber, labeling it as a water treatment room, and that attempted access is punishable by immediate amnestication and loss of employment as decided by the Ethics Committee.

These warnings tell personnel to report to a nearby Automated Site Overseer of any leaks from the chamber, in which the person will be visually amnesticized by the Overseer, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be reenacted. For more information regarding the composition of Class-17 Containment Chambers, please consult Document 7631.00.

Currently, SCP-4885-1 instances that are located via far2.AIC are contained within Location i. The whereabouts of Location i is only known to far2.AIC. Currently, far2.AIC is connected to 80% of CCTV security cameras within the United States, and 40% of total CCTV security cameras on Earth.

SCP-4885-1 instances discovered by far2.AIC will have specialized Foundation carrier drones to be dispatched and attempt to grab the body, and carry it to Location i, using routes that minimize the chance of unwanted civilian interference. In the event that a civilian notices a drone and SCP-4885 breaches containment, the drone will send an "All Alert" message to SCP-4885's containment team, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be enacted.

In the event that Location i's whereabouts are discovered at large, the next personnel located within Document PAINT-THE-TOWN-YELLOW will establish the next Location i, and their immediate family will be notified of their death.

Description: SCP-4885 is an anomalous humanoid resembling the main character of the popular series of puzzle books "Where's Wally?" (known in the US as "Where's Waldo?"). This entails that SCP-4885 wears a horizontal red and white striped shirt, a red and white bobble hat, and jeans. However, a noticeable difference in appearance from the character is the entity's paler skin and the lack of eyes.

In the event that a subject knows of SCP-4885's current location at any given time1, SCP-4885 will move to the nearest wall and begin to "phase" into it. SCP-4885 will appear inside of the subject, and will reach up the esophagus and grab the subject's chin through their mouth.

SCP-4885 will then proceed to pull themselves through the subject, destroying their internal organs and their spine. Once this has occurred, a yellow liquid will exit the corpse's mouth and will cover the subject entirely, which causes it to become an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 will remain in its current location, occasionally patrolling the area, until another person discovers its location once again.

However, if SCP-4885 is close enough to the subject when they discover its location, they will instead approach the subject, attempt to climb into the subject's mouth, enter their abdomen and exit their body through the subject's pelvis. During this time, SCP-4885 can easily dislocate/relocate any joint in its body, and its skin and muscles will gain the consistency of a malleable solid, allowing it to easily climb into and out of the subject.

SCP-4885-1 instances are anomalous corpses that were created by SCP-4885. The entire body of an SCP-4885-1 instance is covered in illustrations similar to those found in Where's Wally? books, with many different characters appearing on the instance's skin. These illustrations originate from the liquid that exits the corpses' mouth. Currently, no instances of the cartoon character "Wally" have been found on an SCP-4885-1 instance. These illustrations cannot be removed from the subject unless the skin it is placed on is removed.

If a subject knows the location of any given SCP-4885-1 instance, SCP-4885 will teleport itself to the subject and kill them in the exact same manner as if they discovered SCP-4885 itself. This will also transform them into an SCP-4885-1 instance.

SCP-4885 was discovered residing in [LOCATION REDACTED] within a small wooden house. Mobile Task Force Chi-19 ("Unrelenting Punishment") was sent to capture an entirely separate anomaly, and did not know of SCP-4885's existence.

Subjects: Amelia Merrick (M-1), James Klein (M-2), Kurt Stoll (M-3)

[BEGIN LOG]

M-1: Mic check.

M-2: Yup.

M-3: All good.

M-1: Equipment check.

M-2: Everything's working as intended.

M-3: Ditto.

M-1: Transcript number… 67. We are entering the house.

M-3: No one's talking to you Melly.

M-2: Oh, stop it. Now is not the time, Kurt.

M-3: Heh, right, sorry.

The group enters the house.

M-1: Initial descriptions of the object were a pair of black spectacles capable of killing the user, and covering their body in strange pictures from an unknown children's book.

M-3: It was obviously Where's Wa-

M-2: Kurt, stay professional.

M-3: I just want to bring some life into M-1's robotic speech.

M-1: I'm trying to keep my job, Kurt.

M-2: Ahem.

M-1: Sigh Right.

The group search the ground floor for the object, and begin to go upstairs. Scraping noises are heard below them, but the group does not notice this.

M-3: There's a picture on the wall.

M-1: Hmm?

M-3: Yeah, looks weird. Looks like crayon.

M-2: Take a picture.

M-3: Already on it.

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The image taken by M-3.

M-2: Good. Think it has something to do with the anomaly?

M-3: Of course. It looks like Waldo.

M-1: Do any of you have an idea on where the object may be?

M-3: Er, I think it's in here.

M-1: Which room is this?

M-3: Um… Bathroom. There's a toilet and a… a shower, yeah. At least I think it's a shower.

The room is circular, with a normal porcelain toilet at the other side of the room. There is a small depression into the floor, leading to a small drain.

M-2: Strange… what kind of shower is this?

M-1: There is a modified sprinkler on the ceiling. There's a switch on one side of the room that, I assume, would activate the sprinkler. Seeing as this house has been abandoned for several years, I doubt it would work.

M-3 activates the switch. Water begins to come out of the sprinkler.

M-1: I stand corrected. Who is paying the water bill for this to work? Is it still hot?

M-3 touches the water, and immediately recoils in pain.

M-3: Gah… it's scalding.

M-1: Who is…

M-2: I have discovered the object. It was rested… uh, resting on the toilet.

M-2 is seen holding a pair of black circular glasses. The lens appear to be missing.

M-1: Good. You know the drill.

M-2 carefully examines the object, checking for fingerprints or any other traces of evidence. A small set of fingerprints are discovered on the temples of the glasses, which are revealed to be his own.

M-2: Yup, these are the ones. I'll put these in a baggie real quick.

M-2 produces a plastic bag from a small container around their waist, and places the glasses inside.

M-3: There's an inscription here. It's in… uh, [REDACTED].

M-1: Where?

M-3: Over here, on the wall.

The phrase "[REDACTED]" is seen on the wall in [REDACTED].

M-3: This was definitely not here when we first got here. Should we just leave it be and tell command about this, or?

M-2: It's most likely memetic. Here. let me translate it. I have training.

M-2 takes out a small Foundation-made translator, and inputs the phrase.

M-2: Huh, well never mind, doesn't appear to be memetic. It says… "The basement. The corpses from a child's book are in the basement. He is there too. Fr-. " And then it cuts off.

M-3: Hm. Take a picture and we'll send it ba-

M-2 begins to groan and hold their stomach.

M-3: Are you okay? What happened?

A set of fingers exit M-2's mouth, and grab their jaw. The hands push down, launching the jaw across the room. SCP-4885 exits M-2's body.

M-1: W-what the f-

Both M-1 and M-3 begin shooting at SCP-4885. The entity charges towards M-1 and shoves their fingers down their throat, and begin clawing into their mouth by unhinging their jaw.

M-3: Please, fuck, oh god. P-please, command. We're at [LOCATION REDACTED]. I repeat, [LOCATION REDACTED]. We need assistance, asap. Help. HE-

The audio is abruptly severed.

[END LOG]

When the transcript was received by a nearby site, the site almost immediately went into lockdown as SCP-4885 killed most of its personnel. The O5 Council enacted an emergency meeting, and Procedure Invenient Eum was created. Shortly after this, the procedure was enacted, and SCP-4885 was theorized to be contained. All information regarding SCP-4885's location of discovery was removed via an automatic algorithm, and SCP-4885's file was created.

You had this bitch on standby didn’t you

[bellebridgerton]

Slow Burn: Chapter 1 (Clyde Logan x reader)

While carrying Sadie on her back, (Y/n) does a little dance to amuse Sadie. Sadie giggles and holds on, "Auntie (Y/n)! I'm gonna get dizzy!"

(Y/n) laughs and carries Sadie to the backyard of her and Mellie's house. She gently puts Sadie down, ruffles her hair, "Go play baby girl." Sadie nods and joins the other kids.

(Y/n)'s been close with the Logans' since she was about Sadie's age. Her family moved to Boone County when she was young and she met Mellie, they were instantly best friends. When she met her older brothers, Jimmy treated her like he treats Mellie, and Clyde, well, Clyde thought she was prettier than anything he'd ever seen before, he still does. (Y/n) has loved Clyde since they met, and she's always there to defend him or help him feel better.

When Clyde lost his hand, (Y/n) was the first one at the ER to console him. She never thought any different about him, he was still her best friend, still the same person he's always been. She knew that he was still there despite the new, harder wall he had up. (Y/n) spent months breaking his new wall, he cried when it fell, and she just held him.

Clyde walks out of his house, carrying Sadie's birthday cake, he sees (Y/n) and smiles. He walks over to the food table and puts the cake down, then makes his way out of the pool of children that appeared as soon as they saw the cake.

(Y/n) smiles, "Hey! You made it out alive!"

Clyde chuckles, "I think before too long, someone will have to cut the cake."

(Y/n) nods, "I'll go get Jimmy." She walks inside and sees Jimmy and one of his friends talking, "Jimmy, the kids are gonna go crazy if the cake isn't cut soon, so it's you're time to shine."

Jimmy nods, walks outside with (Y/n), "If they eat me alive, I blame you."

(Y/n) laughs and puts her hands up, "Nope, not my fault." She walks over to Clyde, gently bumps her hip against his thigh, "What's up?"

Clyde cracks a rare smile, which are normally reserved for her and his family, "Nothin', just standin' here, with you." He tried to flirt sometimes, but he doesn't think it ever really comes across that way. He's never had much luck with ladies. The one time he got lucky was the night before his first deployment, and even that wasn't ideal for him.

(Y/n) smiles and looks up at Clyde, "Want a beer?" Clyde nods, and watches as (Y/n) grabs him one, while getting herself a premixed drink. He knows she doesn't like beer, he remembers when she nearly threw up when he offered her a sip of beer when they were 11.

(Y/n) opens both bottles and hands Clyde his beer, Clyde takes it, "Thank you, bug." He likes to call her bug because she's much shorter than him.

(Y/n) smiles, "You're welcome."

After the cake was served to the kids, Clyde comes out of the house with a huge piñata, it was a unicorn. (Y/n) and Mellie had spent most of last night filling it with candy and little toys. Sadie sees it and gasps, "Oh my gosh! Thank you Uncle Clyde."

Clyde chuckles, "No problem sweet pea, you can thank your aunts for the stuff inside."

Sadie runs over to Mellie and (Y/n), hugs them both, "Thank you!"

Mellie smiles and rubs her back, "You're welcome baby doll."

(Y/n) kisses Sadie's cheek, "Of course sweetie, now go break it open!" Sadie nods and runs back to the piñata, lets Clyde put the blindfold on her, and takes the stick he gives her.

Clyde moves out of the way, "Okay Sadie, swing!"

Sadie swings and hits the edge of it, then swings again and gets a solid hit in. After she cracks it open, she and all her little friends dive to grab the candy and toys.

After the party died down and everyone went home, (Y/n) watched Sadie play with her new presents, gently braided Sadie's light blonde hair.

Sadie looks back at (Y/n), "Auntie, why isn't your last name Logan like me, Daddy, Uncle Clyde, and Aunt Mellie?"

(Y/n) smiles, "Because I'm not related by blood, baby girl. But the four of us, we've been close since we were younger than you."

Sadie giggles, looks at her auntie like she's silly, "I know that! I mean Uncle Clyde, he likes you! He could make you a Logan!"

As she puts her hair up in a ponytail, (Y/n) blushes, "Oh baby girl, I don't know about that, I've know your Uncle Clyde a long time, he hasn't said anythin' of the sort."

Sadie turns around so she's fully facing (Y/n), "I see the way he looks at you, Auntie."

"It's really sweet of you to look out for me, but we'll just have to wait and see," (Y/n) smiles and looks at the clock, "And for right now, a certain little birthday girl needs to get her butt in bed."

Sadie pouts but gets up, (Y/n) gets up and picks Sadie up, takes her to the guest room. She lays Sadie down and tucks her in like a burrito, then kisses her forehead, "Sweet dreams, baby girl. I love you so much, happy birthday."

Sadie cuddles her covers, getting relaxed, kisses (Y/n)'s cheek, "I love you too Auntie." (Y/n) walks to the door, leaves it open a crack, so she can have some light.

Clyde walks over to (Y/n), gently hugs her, "I should get goin', gotta be at the bar."

(Y/n) wraps her arms around his waist, hugging back, "Okay, let me know if you need any help over there." Clyde nods and kisses her head, like he has since they were kids, then walks out to his car. (Y/n) watches him drive away, then walks to Mellie's room, "Hey, what's up?"

Mellie looks up from her phone and smiles, "Not much, you? Oh, is Clyde still here?"

(Y/n) sits on Mellie's bed, "He had to go to work, and I put Sadie to bed. She's certain that Clyde likes me."

Mellie laughs, "Of course he does! I've told you that since we were kids, he loves you!"

(Y/n) shakes her head, lays back, "I'll believe it when and if he tells me."

[maybe-your-left]

Cowboy Blues: Cowboy Caviar

CW / TW: there is alcohol in this chapter, lots of it. 

CW / TW: heavy make out, and LOTS OF FLUFF 

You’ve been home since 3:30. You had already showered, shaved, and moisturized and it was barely 6. You paced the bedroom glancing at the three outfits for the night. Option one was something out of a Scooby-Doo nightmare, high waisted light wash bell-bottom jeans with a lavender keyhole crop top. Looked like something Daphne Blake would go dancing in. Option two was toned down but still had some spice. It was a leopard spaghetti strap that was to be tucked into some denim skinny jeans. It definitely was the most uncomfortable but the most modern outfit. Bringing up the rear was option three, a gingham halter top cropped right below your bust line. Paired with the same jeans from outfit two. All the options had the opportunity to win Clyde’s affection but you also didn’t want to look like a bar slut. 

You stood in front of the bed and after several minutes went by you decided on outfit one. The bell-bottoms cupped and curved your ass in such a delightful way it was almost like wearing nothing, which surprise, you were wearing nothing underneath. Pairing the outfit with some chunky heels you went to the bathroom to decide on the rest of the night’s choices. 

After getting all dolled up you drove to the bar, it wasn’t far away and you were shocked how you hadn’t noticed it until now. Out front, there were plenty of cars parked, lots of older cars like your Shelby. A bright red Nova caught your eye as you walked in. 

“Howdy (Y/N), didn’ think I’d see y’ here”

Looking up you saw a familiar face sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. Earl was smoking a cigarette by the front door, giving you a big grin. Immediately you knew you had chosen the right outfit for the night. 

“Hi Earl”, you chirped back, “Clyde invited me with the promise of free drinks.”

“Well ain’t that somethin’... be sure ta say hi for me”. 

You walked past Earl through the big doors and saw a bar full of country men. Maybe you dressed a little too well… you were sure that you were the only female in the establishment. Swallowing your pride you walked through the crowd and plopped down next to the only other girl you could find. Once settled you searched for Clyde. How could such a big man be so hard to find? 

“You must be (Y/N)” an unknown voice filled your ears. “Clyde must’ve finally got the nerve to ask you out. About damn time”. 

Looking to your right you notice that the girl next to you was indeed speaking about your Clyde. Who was she? Was she Clyde’s girlfriend? You felt all the color drain from your face at the realization that you had been fantasizing about this girl’s boyfriend for weeks. Waves of hot shame filled your brain as you tried to apologize. Suddenly a booming voice came from behind the bar, “Mellie don’ ya go scarin’ her off”. Blinking several times you realize that voice was Clydes. Turning to face him you still couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

“This n’ here is my sister, Mellie” he motioned to the brunette next to you. Relief flooded your senses as you came down from the ledge in your brain. He must’ve noticed you relaxing as he spoke again “What ya like t drink? It’s on the house.”.

“Oh, I’ll have Sand in Your Shorts cocktail please.”

Mellie spoke up next to you, “I’ll have one too Clyde”. He nodded and got to work on your cocktails. You watched him make the drinks with no effort, even with his metal hand, he looked like he was in his own world. You were so entranced you didn’t even notice Mellie had started talking to you again. 

After some time you and Mellie realized you had a lot in common. Both girls with older brothers, both were passionate about your work, and you both had a mischievous nature surrounding yourselves. She was very beautiful too, although it was tough to see the resemblance with Clyde. She wasn’t as big and tall, that man was built like a redwood, but she had kind eyes that mirrored her brothers. During your conversations together you and Mellie exchanged phone numbers and managed to down five cocktails each. Clyde made a habit of staying near you after you finished your third drink. Always keeping a watchful eye out for you, he didn’t call you out on your drinking but seemed amused you were having so much fun with his sister. 

“I better have Joe come pick me up, I don’t think I can make it home. Excuse me a minute” Mellie drunkenly slurred after excusing herself to the bathroom to call Joe. Sighing you looked at your phone and were taken aback. It was 1:30 in the morning! You did not plan to be out this late, well early now, you just got caught up talking with Mellie. Turning around you noticed Clyde had started closing up the bar. Placing both hands on the countertop you drunkenly stood up, and immediately slipped off your stool. “Whoopsie” you giggled uncontrollably. 

“Darlin’ are y’ alright?” Clyde rushed over to help you up. Reaching out with his hand he lifted you off the floor while you erupted in giggles. 

“How many times *hiccup* are you planning on *hiccup* rescuing me?” Batting his hand away you reached for your purse on the floor, making a big show about bending over in front of him. Coming back up from your bend-n-snap you turned to face him and noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. “Thanks for *hiccup* having me, cowboy” as you tried to push past him he wrapped his hand around your bicep. 

“I can’t let y’ leave here alone, let me drive y’ home”. Looking at you with pleading eyes, you waited for him to close up the rest of the bar and started out the front doors. Nearly falling down the steps, Clyde had to hook his right arm around you while you threw off your heels. Clutching them to your chest you made it over to Clyde's car. Getting in was a task, you could barely figure out the seat belt until Clyde reached over and secured it for you. You revealed in his warmth and dusky smell as it enveloped the car. 

The ride to your house was short and once Clyde pulled up you turned to him and gave him a big smile. “Will you help me inside?” you tried to say as pretty as possible, making a big show of batting your eyelashes. 

“O’ course” he swallowed before unclipping your seatbelt. 

You practically rolled out of the car once you were free. Completely forgetting your shoes in the passenger seat and making your way up the steps of your front porch. Clyde came up behind you and handed you your purse and you snatched it searching for the keys. Once the door was open you stepped inside and motioned for Clyde to follow you. Making your way to the kitchen you tried reaching up to grab a glass of water. Your inebriated state was not helping you finish normal household tasks, however, your head was clearing up a little bit more.

“Clyde, can you please get me a glass of water?” 

“Sure thing sunshine.”

Reaching over you he easily grabbed a glass and then went to your fridge to get you your water. Standing in silence you noticed how his eyes were glancing up and down your figure. Seeming to drink you in like you were to the water. Finally, his gaze met yours “Y’ looked awful pretty tonight, could barely keep my eyes off y’.” 

“Thank you Clyde, I thought of you when I got dressed up.”

“Me?”

“Mhm.”

You gulped down the rest of your water and slowly walked over to him. Placing your hands on his broad chest you felt how his breathing became ragged as you inched your face closer. 

“Now darlin’, don’ y’ think it's time to lay down?”

You slowly brushed your lips against his, not letting his catch you as you pushed off of him. “My rooms this way”. As you walked away you knew that Clyde was a respectable gentleman, he wasn’t going to take things too far. He genuinely wanted to take care of you, you could see it in his eyes as he took you home. But it was so much fun to play with him, the alcohol was making you far more ballsy than you were sober. You had been thinking about Clyde since the day you met him and now he was in your house and you did not want to mess it up. 

Sauntering into your room you glanced over your shoulder and saw that Clyde had followed you, but at a safe distance. He brought with him another glass of water which he set on your nightstand. 

“Do y’ need anythin’ else?”

“Nope… just you.” 

You pounced. 

Quickly wrapping your arms around his neck you pressed your lips to Clydes. His first reaction was to pull away, you knew he didn’t want to take advantage of your situation. Pulling away you assured him that this was okay, you wanted him to hold you. The admission caused Clyde to grip your lower back and his lips were on yours again. 

Soft sweet saliva was shared with your tongues as they glided over each other's lips. Clyde tasted like orange and whiskey, the taste causing you to groan into his mouth. In one swift motion, you jumped wrapping your legs around his strong torso. Clyde's hand dropped to cup your ass, slowly massaging it as he walked forward to the bed. His knees hit the mattress and he immediately dumped you on the comforter. Pulling his face back to yours you ran your fingers through his hair. The lush waves were softer than any blanket you had ever owned. Moving your hands to the nape of his neck you broke the kiss and began sucking Clyde’s neck. You made a trail of hot open mouth splotches down to his collar while he stifled a moan. His hips began to buck against yours, the excitement obvious between his legs. The friction was enough to make you cum right there. Balancing on his prosthetic Clyde pulled away and looked at you with hungry eyes. His right hand came up and started rubbing circles on your cheekbone with his thumb. The motion was soothing, added was his soft lips giving you a chaste kiss. 

“I think it's time y’ went ta sleep (Y/N).”

With closed eyes, you hummed at him and before you knew it you were lulled to sleep by the soothing circles. 

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You woke up from what seemed like a coma to the sound of a buzz saw. Something was tearing into your room, causing the walls to shake from the vibrations. Attempting to sit up you found yourself pinned under a muscular arm. Blinking your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room you reached as far as you could to untangle yourself from the unknown intruder. Breaking from the grasp you launched off the bed and rushed into your bathroom and threw on the lights. A quick glance in the mirror told you that you were indeed still clothed and you had makeup caked on your face. Grabbing the closest thing you had to a weapon, you armed yourself with your straightener and peeled back into the bedroom. 

Sprawled out on his tummy, Clyde was snoring up a storm. Still dressed in his clothes, boots and all, he looked like a bear still in his hibernation. He must’ve fallen asleep after you two made out like teenagers. Slowly approaching him you pressed on his shoulder. “Clyde, Clyde, wake up.” No luck, you tried another approach. Attempting to roll him on his side you pinched his cheeks. Hard. His eyes flew open and instinctively pinned you to the mattress. 

“Clyde it’s just me, just (Y/N). Please let me go.” 

In his sleepy state he searched in the dim light to recognize who you were. “Sorry darlin’, I didn’t mean ta hurt y’.” he finally whispered. Leaning in you kissed his forehead and unwrapped yourself again. 

“It’s okay, let’s just get ready to sleep again, I need to change into my pajamas.” 

Retrieving your clothes from the closet you went to the bathroom and changed. After a few minutes you heard Clyde's boots hit the floor and the sound of his belt buckle. Pulling your hair back you started washing your face. You used a Mia Clarisonic to rinse and scrub the grime off your skin from the night of drinking. Off to your right you saw Clyde approach you in the bathroom. 

“What are y’ usin’ there darlin’?” he motioned to the scrubber. 

“Do you not wash your face before bed Clyde?” you lightly joked at him. Motioning him into the bathroom you noticed he was just in his boxers and undershirt. Coming to the sink next to your left he stared at you. Finally rinsing off the suds you turned and looked at him again. “Do you want to try it?” He shook his head no. “Are you sureeee?” you pressed wearing a coy smile. “I have a clean brush head you can use, it’ll make your face all clean.” 

He sighed and nodded his head. Quickly rinsing the machine and changing the head you sat on the counter in front of Clyde. Reaching back behind you, you grabbed a headband. It was a pink headband you got online from a store named Ulta, it was supposed to keep your hair out of the way while doing makeup and it had a huge bow on it. Before Clyde could protest you wrapped it around his head, pushing his hair back. 

“Okay let’s get your face wet first, then i’ll use face wash and scrub it.” 

“Okay I trust y’” he said while closing his eyes. Wetting Clyde's face you prepped the clarisonic and turned it on. Clyde jumped a little when you made contact with his skin. After a few passes he started to relax and you massaged it a little deeper. It was clear he didn’t receive very much affection and he wasn’t one to pamper himself. The movements felt even more intimate than the kisses the two of you shared. The steady buzzing was enough to lull Clyde back to sleep. Finishing up you hopped off the counter and handed Clyde a wet rag to wipe off the residue, smiling up at him while he cleaned his face off. 

“How’s my skin now?” he said to you before pulling off the pink headband. 

“I think you look even more handsome than before.” 

Shutting off the lights to the bathroom Clyde followed you to the opposite side of the bed. You motioned to his prosthetic, “Don’t you take that off to sleep?” Clyde gulped and said nothing as he pulled the metal arm off and placed it on the pile of his folded clothes. He seemed like he didn’t want you to notice the missing limb, but you didn’t mind it. In fact you felt accomplished; he even took off the arm in front of you, even if it was in the dark. 

“Now darlin’ I kinda roll in my sleep”

“Ya i figured that out already, let’s just lay down” 

Shuffling next to each other Clyde positioned his arm to barely touch yours. Taking that as a hint you snuggled yourself into him, resting your arm across his chest and laying your head on his shoulder, slowly falling into a rhythm with his rising breaths. 

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Dear Stranger Series Ch. 8: Georgia(Spencer Reid x Female OC)

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Warning : Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, minor drugging, launguage.

Spencer's POV 

It's an early Sunday morning and the team is off today. Spencer is woken up by a hand running through his hair and the humming of his fiance. He opens his eyes to see her bright smile "Good Morning Sunshine." He hears her call out but he is still so exhausted they had a long night, debating the best Dr. Who Dr.'s. In an effort to stay asleep, instead of responding he just pulls her in to cuddle and closes his eyes. "You know as much as I would love to lay here with you all day, I have things to do." She begins by saying. "And you were supposed to join me but from the looks of it I'm not getting you out of bed anytime soon." She says before turning in his arms and kissing his forehead. He feels her shift to get out of the bed and start her day. 

A few hours had passed before Spencer woke up again. Rolling to look at Melinda's side of the bed he sees a note on her pillow. "Went to the farmer's market. Breakfast is in the microwave. Be back later. ❤ Mel P.S. Peter Capaldi was the better Dr.  XOXO". He laughs at her message and gets up out of bed and washes up before heading to the kitchen. The clock reads one pm he figures Mel should have already been back by now. Reheating the food she prepared and putting coffee on to brew he decides to call her. The phone rings and rings and rings. "Hey this is Melinda, sorry I couldn't get to the phone, leave a message and I'll call you back."  He is surprised she didn't answer but she may be diving back so he doesn't think much of it. Thirty minutes go by and she still hasn't shown up or called him back. Trying to call again the phone rings repeatedly before, "Hey this is Melinda, sorry I couldn't get to the phone, leave a message and I'll call you back." Now Spencer is starting to worry he knows she can take care of herself but seeing what they see at work everyday makes moments like this the scariest thing to imagine. He decides to wait another ten minutes to see if she calls back and when she doesn't is time for a new approach. This time he calls Garcia, " Hello Boy Wonder." He hears her voice ring out. "Hey Garcia, I'm sorry I know it's Sunday and we're not working but I can't get a hold of Melinda and was wondering if you can find her phone's location." "Are you sure she's not just trying to surprise you… Her phone is showing her at the Old Town Farmers Market in Alexandria." "Okay thanks Garcia." He says promptly before hanging up running to change and is out the door. 

20 minutes later Spencer is pulling into the parking lot, driving around looking to see if he sees Melinda's car. A few minutes later he spots it pulling up next to it. When he opens his door and exits his car the first thing he notices is her car door is slightly open. The next thing he notices is that her purse is sitting on the front seat next to the ajar door. Opening his phone and calling her again, he hears the phone ringing, it's coming from inside her car trying not to panic he calls Hotch. 20 minutes later the whole team has arrived after being called in by Hotch. Reid has spent this time assessing the scene but trying to move anything. The more he looked around the more likely it looked as if she was taken. The car is unlocked and the bags of stuff she picked up are in the backseat. Inside her purse her wallet and phone are still there so it wasn't a robbery. The last things he notices are on the ground next to the open door are her car keys and her engagement ring. 

The team considering this a kidnapping, are now trying to narrow down why someone would take her. "Could it be related to one of our cases. Has someone been released or recently escaped prison maybe?" JJ starts by saying "It could be related to her work when she was at Interpol." Emily is next to interject. Spencer is so overwhelmed he doesn't know what to do. "I should have been with her. I was supposed to be there." He says quietly but it makes everyone stop. "You don't know what would have happened if you were there. It could have been worse but you're here and can help us find her." Hotch tells him. The team is trying to find any leads but are just running into dead ends. Hours pass by and they are at a loss. "Are you sure nothing has changed Reid?" Hotch asks, this is the fourth time he had asked Reid the same question. "Have you been to any new restaurants, stores, any new contacts?" Spencer is starting to get annoyed with the question. "For the last time nothing has changed. It's not like we have a ton of extra time and Melinda likes routine, she likes having some sense of normalcy." Reid says in a huff. "Wait, something did change recently. You two got engaged a week ago. What if that is what triggered the unsub." Garcia says. "It would make sense they left the ring at the scene and with the timing it could be an ex who feels like they are running out of time now that you were planning on getting married." Morgan follows. Melinda had only ever spoken about one guy she dated and based on what she said it wasn't serious, but he didn't even know the guy's name. 

Spencer calls the only person who would know more about Melinda other than himself, her best friend Kristen. When she arrived and heard the news she became extremely worried and when they asked about the ex boyfriend she gave them his name but said it probably wasn't him. After looking him up and finding out he's partying on the other side of the country they mark him off the list. "Has she mentioned thinking someone may have been following her or seeing anyone suspicious?" Spencer asks, he feels like he would have known that Melinda would have said something but they have to cover all bases. "Um no, and she is kind of confrontational so even if someone was following her she would have said something to them." Kristen says, "but I know someone has been trying to reach out to her. Her name is "GG" Georgia Richardson, we all grew up in the same neighborhood." Spencer had never heard that name. "Mel has never mentioned her. Did they grow apart?" He asks. "Huh, oh no they are not friends Melinda hates GG. She was a bully and picked on her constantly. I was confused when she said she had been getting letters from GG. I thought maybe she was trying to make amends but Mel said she never even opened the letters she just tossed them in the trash." Now that Spencer remembers, Melinda throwing random letters away claiming them to just be junk mail. But now they had a new lead. 

Garcia was able to place a phone registered to Georgia at the farmers market at the same time before Melinda disappeared. Getting the location to her home the team is on their way there. Arriving at the home of Georgia Richardson they knock announcing themselves when they receive no answer Morgan kicks down the door and they head inside. Separating and checking the house they see no sign of GG or Melinda. What they do find is disturbing, in one room wall to wall is photos of Melinda going as far back as childhood and as recent as last week. "Well we got the right person, but where is she and where is she keeping Melinda?" Morgan says. They call Garcia to see if she may own property elsewhere while checking the rest of the house. While trying to figure out their next move they all stop at the sound of gunfire. It is coming from somewhere in the house. Going room to room looking for any sign of a trap door. Spencer finds a false bookcase with a heavy door behind it. Getting through the door just in time to hear a second gunshot Spencer and Morgan rush down the stairs to see Melinda with her back to them gun in hand having just shot GG in the knee. "Mel… Mel you're safe put the gun down." Spencer says. She hesitates before laying the gun on the ground next to her and wrapping her arms around Spencer. 

Melinda's POV

Waking up to the warmth of Spencer's arms wrapped around her she checks the time. It's nine thirty, a later wake up time for them but there's no work today and having argued from late night to around three am about Dr. Who it wasn't important to be up early. Sliding out of Spencer's grip she's up washing her face and brushing her teeth before climbing back into bed. She is absent-mindedly playing with Spencer's hair making a list in her head when she looks down to see his honey brown eyes looking up at her. "Good Morning sunshine." She says but receives no response he just reaches out to pull her into his body to cuddle. "You know as much as I would love to lay here with you all day, I have things to do." She begins by saying. "And you were supposed to join me but from the looks of it I'm not getting you out of bed anytime soon." Turning in his arms she kisses his forehead and climbs out of the bed. She makes a simple breakfast scrambled eggs, sausage and toast eating her portion after putting a plate in the microwave for Spencer for when he wakes up. She goes to the closet opting for a simple outfit jeans and a sweater with knee high boots. Lastly she writes a note for Spencer placing it on her pillow where he is sure to see it giving him one last kiss before leaving. 

Melinda preferred going to the farmers market for fresh produce. It was better than what could be found at the grocery store and since they were always on the go fresh produce goes bad quite often. Deciding to grab what she came for last not wanting to walk around with an armful of produce she wanders through seeing if anything peeks her interest. After an hour Melinda decides it’s best to get ready to head home. Finally picking out everything she wants she is putting her bags in the car when she hears a familiar voice behind her. Its GG, she had been sending Melinda bi-weekly letters for six months. Melinda wanted nothing to do with her not even to be polite about it. "Mellie, it's so good to see you. You know I've been sending you letters, I haven't heard anything back. I thought you might have moved." GG says in a chipper voice. Her voice was grating to Melinda. "Hi GG, no I haven't moved just didn't care about what you have to say to me now." She sneers, "but as you can see I'm busy so I should be going." Melinda says as she places her purse in the passenger seat. A moment later GG is standing right behind her pressing a syringe into her side. "Oh don't be like that… I've been waiting to have you all to myself." Is the last thing Melinda hears before everything goes dark..

Melinda wakes up in a dark room, trying to figure out her surroundings she is reminded of the conversation she was having with GG. That crazy bitch, where the hell did she take me. The next thing Melinda notices is a chain attached to one ankle leading to the footboard. She isn't wearing the same outfit she left the house in, she is now wearing a black nightie. The room is moderately decorated, nothing that can be taken apart to be used as a weapon or a lock pick at least GG was smart enough to think about that. There are no windows but two doors not sure where they lead. As quietly as possible she goes to the door closest to her. It's a bathroom and everything is just within reach with the chain attached to her. The other door is too far to reach. Melinda sits back on the bed tugging at the chain to see if it had any give, trying to plan out her next move. 

"Oh good you're awake. I brought you some food." GG says coming in from the other door Melinda couldn't reach. "Why the hell did you bring me here?" Melinda asks. "To take care of you of course. Your job is too dangerous." GG says not yet approaching. "To take care of me? We are not friends. And I don't need you to do anything for me." "We aren't friends because for all those years you were so attached to Kristen and then you left and when you came back all of a sudden you're with some guy. Some guy who barely knows you and I couldn't let you marry him. You belong with me. Don't worry you'll see things my way eventually." She says offering the tray gets within reach of Melinda but not a step further before promptly exiting. Melinda was so taken aback by her comments she didn't get a chance to respond. She was bat shit crazy. Melinda wonders if she remembers their childhood differently. If she was asked to describe her she would say GG was, queen bitch for as far back as she could remember GG had been a thorn in her side. From ripping her books apart and  pushing her into fountains in their early years to verbal slander and even once putting a spider on her in their teens. Melinda was thankful she didn't go to school with her but their houses were close enough that she still had to deal with her torment. Melinda did not have time to dwell on the past right now she needed a plan. She didn't know how much time had passed but she knew by now Spencer would be worried and looking for her but he wouldn't know where to look. She never mentioned GG or the letters, oh those damn letters what did she even write. Time to make a plan.

Hours pass by before GG comes back, in that time she had learned she is underground somewhere most likely a basement based on the steps she heard above her earlier. GG came back this time with a chair and a gun in her hand. Shit this isn't going to go well. Sitting the chair on the other side of the tray she set down earlier it's untouched; she has a seat staring Melinda down. "I didn't poison it ya know." She starts talking, "I just don't understand why you aren't happy to see me or why didn’t you never write to me? Didn't you miss me." She sure is putting a lot of emphasis on herself as if Melinda did something wrong. "What, have you had a brain injury in the last 6 years? We are not friends! We were never friends! We are never going to be anything!" Melinda yells without thinking, it wasn't her smartest decision to challenge the wacko with the gun. At Melinda's outburst GG's demeanor changes turning cold. "Oh is that so, you think you can just reject me and I would let you go? Well you're wrong because if I can't have you no one can." At that same moment they both hear footsteps above them. Melinda is hopeful that that is the team. But GG panics and makes a mistake moving away from the door looking at the ceiling, she is stepping backwards into Melinda's reach. In the time she had alone she ripped apart the sheets to use in the hopes to subdue her captor. Melinda takes a torn piece in hand wrapping it over GG and pulling her back into Melinda’s chest, Melinda tackles her to the ground. Pulling the gun out of her hand Mel turns and takes a shot at the chain freeing herself before climbing off of GG and running out of the room. The hallway is pitch black and while she is running, missing where the ground is uneven she trips falling to the ground. Gun still in she can hear GG approaching her, "You can't leave me! You're not allowed to leave!" GG yells in tears. "You come any closer and I will shoot you." "Mellie, we both know you can't kill me." That she was right about but Melinda had other plans, she aimed for her knee and took the shot. GG fell to the ground with a shriek. With the adrenaline flooding through her the only thing she could hear was her own pulse in her ears until Spencer came into sight. He was telling her to put the gun down. 

Sitting outside in the ambulance Melinda insists she is fine, a few scrapes and bruises, she doesn't need to go to the hospital. "Stop being so stubborn, just let them take you to the hospital and make sure everything is alright." Spencer says. "I'm fine, you're the only one that thinks I need a hospital." Once the EMT's clear her, he pulls her into a tight hug. After checking in with the team they head home. Spencer had been fretting over her since they got back, he kept asking if she was okay. Putting her hands on either side of his face pulling it closer to her, "Look I made it back and it's because I have you. Now please just lay down." Laying in bed together just enjoying the feel of each other's warmth trying to relax until Melinda says "By the way Peter Capaldi was a way better Dr than Tom Baker."

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Past Times

The Dalgleish family continue their tour around John Lykel’s estate, and Elizabeth has to make a big decision.

Word Count 3233

A/N Although this is a spin off of a spin off of a fanfic, it has become it’s own story. I’m pleased to see it has prompted some interest. This is fluffy and gentle and there is longing and romance, but definitely no smut - at least not yet.  

8 Will you be Mistress?

The family spent a pleasant afternoon touring the formal gardens before being admitted to the walled garden where the head gardener grew produce for the manor. Fruit trees soaked up the summer sun on the south facing walls which also sported a large glasshouse.  Exotic plants were carefully tended in there, and they were told that such fruits as pineapple and peaches would be served at the grand dinner to be held when all the guests had arrived. John’s friend Tom and his wife were due to arrive the next day and would be staying for two weeks, and other guests would be coming from nearby estates. There would be a grand dinner and a Ball in a week’s time and most of the guests would return home at the end of the day, but there were rooms still available for a few who had further to travel.

The estate was set on the banks of a river and the fishing was good. Copses and woods provided game to hunt, and cattle and sheep grazed the meadows. There was a farmhouse with a barn and dairy and other outbuildings and a number of cottages housing estate workers, and John also employed a gamekeeper. Servants who worked in the house either slept in the top story of the manor or in one of a few cottages that stood close by. Naturally there were also stables housing a fine stallion and a sweet docile mare for riding and for breeding, and two lesser steeds which could be hitched up to draw an assortment of gigs and carricles. The farmhouse had its own stable with plough horses, and beehives provided honey. Chickens ran about the farmyard, there were ducks on the pond near the farmhouse and the pig sties were well stocked.

All in all, the estate was not only self sufficient, but a surplus of meat and other produce was sold to traders in Edinburgh. John took rent from the farmer and other smallholders and a percentage of anything made from trading. Having visitors stay at the manor and holding an elaborate dinner and ball for nearby gentry would hardly make a dent in the estate’s finances. What was draining to John’s resources was the rent and upkeep of the townhouse in the city, but Elizabeth’s dowry would help to cover those costs. She would receive an annual income from the money her father left her, plus rent from the farmhouse on his estate – or rather, John would, as the practice at the time was that any property or income a woman had passed to her husband when she married. In Scotland however, women had far more of a say in marital finances and sometimes ran the whole estate if they were able.

Elizabeth was a little overcome at the size and scope of Laxton Estate. She and John walked together, her parents admiring the exotic fruits and flowers in the glasshouse and Amelia trailing behind them. John had promised her that later they would visit the stables to see the horses and a litter of kittens that one of the farm cats had just given birth to.

‘How have you not been snapped up by a finer lady than I, John Lykel?’ she asked him as Morag admired the vegetable beds outside the glasshouse.

‘None attracted my attention like you, my dear Lizzy’ he assured her ‘Money and title are superficial and I did not expect to be managing the estate for some time to come. It is your spirit and your intellect that snared me – do you not remember our first meeting in the library?’ Elizabeth looked a little embarrassed.

‘If I had not tried to surprise Duncan, I might never have caught your attention, or you mine’ she said, and he smiled in agreement. He looked toward their chaperone and steered her a little further out of earshot.

‘Tell me my dear, what do you think of your room?’ he asked quietly.

‘It is very fine’ she replied ‘Is there anything significant about it?’

‘I wondered if your parents would be concerned that I had given you a larger bed’ he murmured ‘The truth is that it was challenging to allocate rooms and beds to accommodate both your family and other guests. I assure you there is nothing improper intended in giving you a bed that would accommodate more than one person. When we are married you may of course choose any room you wish as ours’ Again she blushed at the thought of what might occur when they were finally promised to each other and recognised by the Church.

‘John’ she said, squeezing his arm ‘We shall be wed soon, surely nothing can be improper, short of being more intimate with each other’ He smiled at her boldness

‘We have not set a date yet’ he replied ‘I wanted you to see the entirety of my estate before you accepted my proposal for certain. Some might find the prospect of being Mistress of Laxton rather challenging’

‘Mama and Papa have made sure I have been educated sufficiently for such a prospect’ Elizabeth assured him ‘Some of my friends have only been schooled in genteel arts such as dancing, singing and sewing, but as Father lacked a male heir he made sure to instruct both Amelia and I in the matter of estate as well as house management. It may come to pass that one of us might have to look after the family estate whether we are wed or not’ John raised his eyebrows in surprise.

‘Indeed, I was not aware of that’ he replied ‘You are truly a very suitable young woman, and I am very fortunate to have attracted your attention.’ He grinned ‘How have you not been snapped up by a finer gentleman than I?’ he said, echoing her words. She laughed and drew him closer, making as if to press her nose to his, but behind them, Morag cleared her throat.

‘When we have set a date, perhaps we will have a little freedom’ Lizzy sighed in exasperation ‘It is so tiresome having Morag trail us, and I am sure she wearies of it too’ she murmured, and he made a wry face in answer.

‘The next thing to do before you make a proper decision about our betrothal is to see the rest of the estate, and you will observe what your responsibilities might be beyond running the house’ he explained ‘You and I and Morag will take a gig and drive out. If your parents and Amelia wish to do the same, they may take another, for I have nothing that will seat more than three persons. I presume your father can handle a gig’  

‘Oh yes, he is very fond of driving Mama around our estate.’ She replied ‘And I am determined to be by your side for as long as fortune allows’

‘Perhaps I should reveal some of my lesser habits in case you find them repugnant’ he mused ‘Maybe I should pick my teeth or belch after dinner’ Elizabeth laughed

‘Nothing will deter me. I have read that in some countries it is impolite not to belch after eating at a host’s table’

‘I too have heard that. Perhaps we shall visit such a place together’ Her eyes lit up, but they were interrupted by Amelia sidling up to them.

‘Lizzy, if I see one more peach or rose I shall scream’ she said quietly, and turned to John beseechingly ‘They are beautiful, but you promised to show me the kittens at the stable’ John smiled

‘Very well, we shall go there next’ he said gently, and made his way over to the girls’ parents. However, they chose to remain in the walled garden a little longer, and gave Amelia leave to accompany John, Elizabeth and Morag to the stables. They spent some time admiring the horses, and Amelia played delightedly with the kittens.

‘Do you think Mama would let me take one home?’ she asked hopefully ‘It would keep me company when you – when you leave, Lizzy’ She looked so morose that her sister put a hand on her shoulder to soothe her.

‘I can’t say for sure, but you should realise that a pet is a big responsibility, Melly’ she said gently.

‘Maybe I can bring one into the house here’ she said brightly, her eyes shining as she looked up at John ‘I could keep it in my room, and when Mama sees how well I care for it…’

‘You shall do no such thing, Miss Amelia’ scolded Morag ‘The kittens are far too young to leave their mother, and are half wild. They are farm cats, and will catch mice and rats, not look pretty for spoiled young ladies’ Amelia pouted a little.

‘When we all get back to Edinburgh perhaps we will talk with Mama about you having a pet’ Elizabeth said. ‘Perhaps a little dog, or a parrot’

‘Oh not a parrot, Lizzy’ Amelia protested. ‘Eleanor’s father has one that belonged to his kitchen maid’s brother, and it says some extremely rude things, he dare not have it out for visitors. Also it makes a mess with its droppings’ John laughed at her tale, and Elizabeth looked up as her parents made their appearance. Amelia made as if to open her mouth and plead to have a kitten, but her sister frowned at her and she remained quiet. Already the stable hands were harnessing two gigs – small open carriages set up to take two  or three passengers, one of them driving the horses. John’s two gigs could each be drawn by a single horse, and he planned to drive himself with Elizabeth and Morag while Sir James drove his wife and younger daughter on a trip around the rest of the estate.

The rest of the afternoon was spent touring the orchards and farmland, the farm and the cottages. Elizabeth could not think of a single thing the estate did not have, save for a folly or some ornamental building or summer house. All was practical and business like, in contrast to her father’s estate which was largely for show, with long avenues of beech trees, an ornamental lake and a tower on a hill overlooking the house. The farmland was quite separate from the Manor, whereas at Laxton all was integrated and appeared to work well. Oddly though, Laxton Manor was, as she had already observed, a finer example with more elaborate décor and fine furnishings.

After their tour they returned to the house to rest and prepare for dinner, hoping that Lady Margaret would feel well enough to attend her visitors. The two girls endured their mother’s attentions as to what they should wear. She summoned a maid to Lizzie’s room to try out dresses and accessories for them. It was not a formal occasion, but if John’s mother was to be there, they must appear suitably dressed. It was decided that their best most fashionable gowns were to be saved for the ball and perhaps one or two other occasions, so their second best could be worn to dinner that night. They could then be put away for when the other guests were present, and they could wear less formal attire from day to day. The girls had two or three other dresses that would do for the latter, and various scarves, hats, bonnets and other hair decorations and hairstyles would transform those plain garments. Jewellery would be reserved for the very best occasions.

At last they descended to dinner. Lizzie’s father was already in the drawing room with John enjoying a cigar, on which his wife frowned, not liking the smell that lingered about him after he smoked. The Captain came forward to welcome Lizzie, taking her hands and placing a kiss on her cheek that burned her skin and made her stomach do somersaults.

‘Mother will be down shortly’ he smiled ‘She asks that we wait, and she will attend us. Would you all care for a cordial in the meantime?’ Amelia’s face lit up, as she loved sugary drinks, which her mother rarely allowed due to the effect on the young woman. She tended to become more animated and subject to flights of fancy, but at a pleading look, her mother accepted for all three of them. Sir James was already enjoying a pre dinner glass of brandy in a fine balloon glass.

‘Oh, is this raspberry?’ Elizabeth asked as a servant brought round a tray of glasses of clear red liquid.

‘Indeed it is’ John replied ‘You will have seen the fruit bushes in the gardens – we had an excellent crop last year. Perhaps you might like to try our raspberry brandy later’

‘Perhaps we might’ their mother replied politely. It was but a short time before a servant came to open the door for Lady Margaret to enter the room. The girls curtseyed and Sir James gave a little bow.

‘Please, if we are to be family we should dispense with such formalities’ the Duchess said generously ‘Sir James, your daughters are have very particular manners; they are a credit to you. I know not what it is like to bring young girls up to fit into polite society.’ She inclined her head to John ‘My dear son is not the only child I have borne, but he is the only one to survive past his infancy’

‘Oh, my dear Lady Margaret’ Elizabeth’s mother said sorrowfully ‘I am so sorry to hear it. I was fortunate to have my girls, and never a lost child to our marriage.’ At this moment John’s manservant came to announce that dinner was ready to be served, and they all moved to the dining room to seat themselves as before at the long table. It was set more formally with silverware and lit by chandelier and candelabra, the soft light setting off rainbow glints on the silver and crystal on the table.

The first course was swiftly served – lobster bisque, which John assured all was made fresh from creatures bought this morning from the nearest fishing village, some hour or so’s cart journey away. Elizabeth was fond of shellfish and declared it was the best she had tasted in a while. The family had stayed with a distant cousin in North Berwick on the coast east of Edinburgh the previous year, and had enjoyed much fresh seafood then, even though it was readily available at home due to the city’s proximity to the port of Leith. Food was more expensive in the capital due to the cost of transporting it in the quantities needed by the number of people that called it home, and many merchants charged the upper classes more, knowing they could afford it.

For the second course, some few dishes of meat and fish were set out on the table along with vegetables and sauces, all made from produce from the estate. There was salmon from the river and pork from the farm, and pickled cucumber from the hothouse, as well as delcate onion and mushroom sauce and egg balls made from egg yolks. Wine was served from the cellar, and altogether it was a fine and delicate repast that Elizabeth made sure to savour and compliment. She cast her eye over her youngest sister to ensure that she wasn’t eating too fast, but she saw that the flavours and textures of the dishes had not gone unnoticed, and she was savouring her food delicately.

She sampled a little of every dish, and the pace of the meal and the conversation was such that when dessert was served, she found that her stomach had space to take some. Sweet cakes and fruit were set out, but the highlight of the meal was the presentation of a dish of lemon sorbet, brought in with a flourish by John’s manservant. Amelia’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the dessert.

‘Oh my goodness’ she breathed ‘I can only remember having anything this fine but once before, at the Beaumont’s Easter dinner party’ John smiled at her wide eyed expression. Elizabeth thought privately that it was as well to produce such a grand dish now, so that Amelia wouldn’t be so overwhelmed at the grand dinner to come, when others would be present.

‘You saw the ice house on the tour, Miss Amelia’ he said ‘We fill it with ice every winter, and it is well insulated enough for it to still have some left when the snows return the next season. As you may have seen, we grow lemons in the hothouse also’  

‘It is extremely generous of you to serve it outside a formal dinner’ Lady Charlotte declared ‘We are, after all, almost ‘en famille’ rather than with other guests’ John inclined his head as the servants presented each of them with a glass bowl with a spoonful of the sorbet, equally distributed so the serving dish was empty. It was enjoyed not in silence, but with sounds of delight and appreciation. With a sigh, Amelia pushed her empty bowl aside and looked longingly at the little cakes close to her.

‘Please, help yourselves to more, should you wish it’ John said kindly, and timidly she took one to nibble, as the others also chose small morsels to finish their meal. John sat back in his seat, and addressed Elizabeth’s parents.

‘So, I wanted Liz – Miss Elizabeth – to see the best we have before she properly accepts my proposal of marriage’ he announced. ‘Though I must confess we have not had occasion to serve such a fine dinner since I have returned from sea.’

‘You must have many a fine dinner in the officer’s mess, Sirrah’ Lord James interjected. ‘I have been told that only the common sailors eat bully beef and hard tack’

‘Of course’ John replied ‘But I find it does well to eat with the men sometimes to remind oneself of the conditions under which they work. There is a balance to be had between maintaining order and making a bond of brothership with the lower ranks’ Sir James nodded sagely, then turned to his elder daughter.

‘Well Lizzie’ her father prompted ‘Has all this finery turned your head? Do you think you would like to be mistress of such a fine estate?’

‘I would be content with a cottage in the country, should I have the company of my John’ she replied ‘I hope Lady Margaret will be able to advise me on the management of this establishment, for I am sure I will find it a challenge’ Lady Margaret nodded her assent.

‘I am sure you will learn swiftly, and add your own flair to what will be your home should you accept John’s proposal, my dear’ she replied.

‘I would not think to have your answer with all watching, my dear Lizzie’ John replied ‘You have but to tell me in private’ She gazed into his eyes, and much as she wanted to declare her devotion then and there, she thought it best to honour his wishes. She hoped that once they were properly engaged, Morag might let them off the leash a little and they could have some time alone. She wished with all her heart that their engagement would not be a long one, and that they would soon be married.

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