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tulipanthousa · 3 months

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tell us about the unwritten au 👀

okay, full disclosure, this will never be written. i have no intention of ever doing so. if someone else is willing to take a crack at it be my guest but this would be too much for me to handle

so, here it is

Content Warnings: angst, RAPE (<- read this. the dove is dead. do not pass go do not collect $200. youve been warned) both directly and via proxy, and other kinds of sexual coercion

LAOFT RELAMP but at what cost

In main story laoft, durant does not see roman and remy's dalliances as important or a threat to him/his control over roman.

in this story. he does

in an agonizing display of cruelty, he kidnaps remy and presents him to night roman as a gift.

its a terrible position - roman cant reject the gift and risk durants anger, which will end in disaster for both him and remy... but niether can he accept it and walk back into his day life with the knowledge that remy will remain here, trapped, alone with durant, and impossibly far away from anything roman can do to protect him

Roman takes the only path he can find - feign gratefulness so deep that he no longer had need of his day left, and giving it up. because at least if theyre both trapped remy's not alone.

Remy and Roman disappear the same night, stolen from their beds without a sound or a trace left behind.

In wickhills, Logan is incandescent with fury and patton cries so miserably the woods and hills around his house are bone-dead silent. not even the birds want to sing in his presence.

May sits alone in her house, the door locked, refusing to answer for anyone.

The Adams' put up posters across all of southeast ohio knowing nobody is going to call

And emile watches them all and churns with guilt because he didnt know remy, not really, so why does he think he has a right to be this sad?

Back in faerieland, things escalate in a bad way very quickly. Durant coerces Roman and Remy into increasingly intense sexual scenarios for his entertainment.

in the midst of this, having only one other person you can rely on or trust can, coupled with the rapid increase in intimacy, cross the wires a bit, and wwhoops, Remy and roman are in love now

Remy: or whatever passes for love in this shitshow Roman: you dont get to tell me i dont really love you Remy, crying: ok

and tbh, all of this is more of just context for what im ACTUALLY interested which is

they get out. now what?

Because in the meantime, Emile has reached out to patton, we still have LAMP and remile, and now we have pair-of-cats-that-cant-be-separated creativisleep

Logan: you thought canon logan had anger issues? ha. ha i say. this logan would kill a man sooner than let them make roman or remy even slightly uncomfortable. he'll snarled at his own mother if she gets too close. he'll snarl at thomas, though he'll feel bad about both. this is actually! not great! because logan tried to guard from the outside looks a lot like Guards Keeping Us Inside to remy and roman, so they have to figure out how to navigate logans nuclear reactor protectiveness vs it wigging roman and remy out.

Virgil: Virgil waking up is the catalyst for them getting free, and in the midst of his horror falls in QP love at first sight with remy, who was so brave and so strong and kept roman safe when virgil couldnt.

Remy: i dont know if 'safe' is even slihtly accurate Virgil: the safety of his heart and mind are of equal importance to me as his body. you have cherished both, and you can have anything you ask for as long as i live Remy: [gay fluster noises]

Patton keeps determinedly dragging emile to mays house (where they are holed up for close access to dizzy and jax) even though Emile feels like he's intruding

Patton, constantly on the verge of tears: I almost lost Roman and i've decided im in love with all of you and i CATEGORICALLY refuse to lose anyone else Emile: um Patton: RE. FUSE.

so pattons HOPE is that they all wind up in a big polycule pile, and its doesnt... not do that, but its not quite as clearcut as all that.

Theres stumbling blocks at the beginning withboth remy and roman wavering on whether or not their romantic feelings are genuine, and subsequently wondering if the fact that theeyre still in love with Emile and LAM respectively means that they arent.

this would go through some oscillations of both of them trying to deny those feelings to "prove" their love for each other, vs trying to push the other away so they can go be with p[eople they "really love"

do! not! separate them!

in my head this ends with romantic LAMP, Romantic Remile, Romantic Patmile, and QPR losleep and sleepxiety - everybody else is friends and cuddle buddies

Remy is actually super comforted by the fact that Patton is in love with him/attracted to him but never asks for more than friendship because he knows remy isnt. Metamour besties.

Dizzy suffers a lot from this ordeal (she hid from durant and subsequently roman, knowing if he found her as romans familiar it would be catastrophic) so their bond is.... stretched, lets say. overtaxed. she's a little sicklier. a little smaller, a little more timid. hides in remy or virgils jackets frequently

All of which is to say that this is a fraught extended metaphor that sometimes trauma changes you, and it changes your relationships, and it changes the way you feel attraction, and all of that is okay. it doesnt make those feelings or relationships less real or loving or valid.

anyway this is my monster. im not going to write it (please dont ask) but some people have expressed that they were glad i still shared it, so have some bite sized angst

#ask #Anonymous #laoft ask #rape cw

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daughter-of-melpomene · 3 months

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑

❝ Only five months ago, Leo had been convinced his life had been on a pretty steady path. It had been a good path, a path he was excited to go down - winning the championship with his school’s incredible hockey team, upholding the scholarship that kept him at the fancy school where he could play it until he graduated, and hopefully doing good enough that he could get drafted into the NHL someday (preferably to the Ducks, since they were his state’s home team and he’d been a loyal fan since he was a kid, but he wouldn’t be picky) and become a star player. And up until five months ago, it had seemed like all of his goals were within his sight… until he had been caught drunkenly making out with a guy from another school at one of his teammate’s house parties and realized that not everyone in California, especially not high school hockey players, were as accepting of queer people as people from other states seemed to think.

Attacked by his teammates, the guys he’d thought were his friends, in the locker room the following week, Leo had been left with a bunch of broken bones that meant he could no longer play hockey, a lost scholarship because of that, and a bunch of whispers surrounding his family that had led them to flee their small California town and relocate to his mom’s former home of Lima, Ohio. He’d also been left with panic attacks in the dead of night, days where he didn’t want to get out of bed, and a terrible all-consuming fear of anyone finding out his secret ever again, but he was definitely choosing to keep that to himself.

Thankfully, no one in Lima knew about Leo’s past or the reason his family had moved - so the instant his doctor proclaimed him healed enough to play again, he joined McKinley High’s hockey team, quickly becoming a star player and well-liked by the team because of his talent, and did his absolute damnedest to not reveal the secret of his past or his sexuality to anyone else. Sure, keeping that secret sometimes involved laughing at dickhead jokes his teammates made or not interfering when they pushed around the kids they deemed “freaks” or tossed slushies in their faces, and sure, Leo always felt like absolute crap when that happened… but if it meant he never had to endure an attack like he’d experience in California again, he’d just have to hope karma or God or whatever higher power there was would forgive him for standing by.

After a few months in Lima, Leo has started to make peace with the new path his life seems to be on, even if it’s nothing close to the one he actually wanted to go down… until a punishment from Principal Figgins after a prank gone wrong forces Leo to spend time with McKinley’s glee club, the school’s biggest so-called “freaks” of all, Leo starts spending more and more time with a goofy, unfairly cute boy with big glasses and even bigger ambitions… and his life swerves onto a new path once again. ❞

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#my ocs #introducing my ocs #ch: leo cooper #oc: leo cooper #fic: cardigan #queerocs #ocapp #ocappreciation #ochub #allaboutocs #fyeahgleeocs #glee oc

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abernant · 9 months

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bones 2 ohio (anyone else) we're really in it now . GOODNIGHT

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orbleglorb · 8 months

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wasn't tagged in this, but i kinda want to do it anyway

O - Oh no! by MARINA

R - Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh

B - bones to ohio (anyone else) by the garages

L - Lose You by the garages

E - Every Time I Hear That Song by Brandi Carlile

G - Gamer Grindset by the garages

L - Lent by Autoheart

O - Old College Try by the Mountain Goats

R - Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall

B - Bandera De Manos by Juanes

tagging uhhhh whoever wants to do it :)

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Pet

Yancy x gn!reader

Requested by @captain-wordy-and-nerdy:

"Hiya, just me back on my ego bs lol. This time I humbly request #6 from the funny prompts with Yancy. Thanks, ily"

6. "Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" "Yes." "What if I just break his nose a little?"

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I am a notorious procrastinator and also I had to write a (late) essay for class before I could get back to this

Warnings: swearing, bad accents, bad writing, reader is feisty in this

Word Count: 1015

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Deciding to stay at Happy Trails Penitentiary was one of the most interesting choices you could have made in your entire life. While staying at the prison hadn’t sounded too appealing at first, without Mark, your life of heists and crime in the outside world was suddenly defunct. Besides, the guy who convinced you to stay, a songbird from Ohio who spoke with a heavy Brooklyn accent, was kinda cute.

Yancy, the aforementioned songbird, was basically the leader of the entire prison pack. He knew everyone who came in and out of the penitentiary, and he was buddies with a good majority of them. They all even took part in the giant musical he put together for new inmates. He took it on himself to personally help you adjust and get comfortable, telling off anyone who said he’d gone soft.

Sometimes, new prisoners would come in who weren’t as moved by the musical as you had been. They weren’t very keen on doing time, especially not in a place where the leader regularly sang and tap-danced. They didn’t do much to fight with the others - they focused instead on serving their time and getting parole as fast as possible.

Others, however, had a bone to pick with Yancy.

“Hey, twinkle-toes! Go practice somewhere else! I’m tryna enjoy my lunch!”

The nickname immediately set everyone on edge. Parole was coming around, and their leader, twinkle-toes himself, hadn’t done anything to make sure he didn’t get on the list yet.

Yancy turned from his section of the cafeteria where he’d been working on his newest dance routine. The Warden had been kind enough to give him little space indoors; the grass outside wasn’t a good place to practice like this.

“What’d youse say?”

And it starts.

You carefully maneuver your way in front of Yancy, ready to stop him from completely destroying the guy that insulted him. There were easier ways to get off parole. Hell, you trashed the laundry room just the other day and that had been plenty to get the Warden to cuss you out and send you to your cell.

“I told ya to practice somewhere else,” the newest inmate, a stocky man with long, unruly hair, repeated. He was clearly not from around here, if the southern twang in his voice didn’t give it away. “I don’t need to see ya prancing everywhere while I eat.”

Yancy squared his shoulders back. “Oh, prancin’? Youse thinks this is prancin’?” He moved to step forward, but your hand on his chest stopped him before he could get very far. “How’d youse enjoy your lunch if it was shoved up youse’s-”

“Yancy!” you scolded in a whisper. “Just leave it alone. It’s not worth it.”

You could see his jaw tense, his eyes scanning the man who insulted him up and down, calculating if it was worth the effort. His brow was furrowed tight. You’d never seen him this angry before, not even when he was complaining about his (deceased) parents.

He huffed a breath, stepping back and away from your hand. He didn’t even look at you when he turned with an annoyed, “Fine.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let your little pet talk you down.”

Yancy barely had time to turn back around and grab you before you launched yourself at the man. Now he was the one holding you back while you gnashed your teeth at the inmate, spitting fire.

“How dare you! I am NO ONE’S pet! Let me go, Yance! I think this asshole should learn a thing or two about manners!”

“Youse’d kill him before he ever got the chance to learn.” Yancy dragged you back far enough that the man who insulted you felt safe enough to get up and run while he could. Messing with Yancy was one thing. Messing with you? Hell didn’t even burn as hot as the fire that burned inside you.

You pulled at Yancy’s arms around your waist, trying to get them to let go so you could chase after that bastard. “Let me go, Yancy. I’ll show him who’s who around here,” you growled.

He laughed dryly. “I don’t think so, doll. Just- Hey, just calm down!” He pulled you farther into his little dance corner and let go just enough to turn you around in his arms. You, of course, tried fighting him to look over your shoulder to where the inmate retreated, but he was strong enough to hold you with one arm so he could grab your chin between two fingers and turn it to look at him. “I think he knows not to mess with youse again.”

How did he manage to look so tough and so soft at the same time? Looking into his eyes immediately doused the fire inside of you. No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, he was right.

You huffed, imaginary steam leaving your nose. Your shoulders sagged as you eased the tension in your muscles. “But I want him to know not to mess with you, Yance. You’re the boss around here; they should know better than to talk shit about your dancing.”

“I think he knows that, too, doll,” he chuckled. “Don’t think they’ll be getting close with youse here watchin’ my back.” He removed his arm from your waist, wrapping it around your shoulders instead as he guided you to a table. “Now, how’s about a puddin’, puddin’?”

You grabbed the pudding cup Sparkles McGee slid your way, looking down at it with a frown tugged on your lips. You turned back to Yancy just as he was grabbing his own cup. “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?”

Yancy rolled his eyes, leveling you with a stern look. “Yes.”

You scowled, tearing open the cup. You spooned a large glob of pudding into your mouth. The vanilla eased your nerves some more, even as you looked to the exit the inmate took. Yancy thought you let the argument go by the time you finished your dessert.

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #funny #markiplier #markiplier egos #yancy #yancy x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #ahwm yancy

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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Heya! I’ve been reading some of your fics and they are so good! My friend and I were talking about this the other day, and I’m not sure if they’ve already requested it, but if you can, can you maybe write a Melina x reader where reader got sent with her to Ohio with the girls and then gets sent to prison instead of Alexei. And when Nat and Lena get her out and they go to Melina’s farm, reader feels mad and betrayed by her. Good ending and maybe some smut if you can. Thank you so much! And I’m sorry for the lengthy ask.

The art of lying

Warnings: Smut and therefore 18+ only, Fix-It, Fix parenting issues, Fluff, Past threat

Word count: 2.1 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Natasha and Yelena help Y/N escape from prison, and ask her for help to find the red room, but the only one who can help them is Melina. Everyone heads to Melina's home, even though Y/N doesn't want to see her.

Requests: OPEN

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After getting on the damn plane, the last thing I expected was a slap from Yelena that sent me right into the plane seats.

"Why?" I put my hand on my cheek and caressed it, trying to fix the pain, why was it?

"Don't try to play dumb with us Y/N" Natasha spoke without taking her eyes off the controls.

"I'm not being silly" I saw Yelena sit down again right next to Natasha "literally I haven't seen them for 20 years and now, do they receive me with blows?"

"You just answered yourself, asshole" Yelena replied

"Hey, I didn't educate you to say rude things"

They started whispering, until Natasha got up and sat right in front of me.

“Tell us where the red room is”

"The red room? Shit, I don't know."

"Stop playing Y/N!" Natasha got up ready to hit me again, until I took her hand in mine and made a small movement.

"Silly girl, do you think that if I knew anything about the room or was in collusion with it, I wouldn't be there and not in the damn prison?" I forced her to sit back down as she pondered my words “for a spy and an avenger, you don't use much logic, dear” I made some of my bones creak to start getting more comfortable “by the way, I don't know if I feel proud of you Nat , an avenger?, but you, my little Yelena , are an incredible assassin, I am very proud of you”

"Do you want to shut up?" I speak the blonde

“Do you know of anyone else who has information?”

"Surely Melina the bitch knows something"

“Mama Melina?”

"Wasn't she dead?"

“I would love to be able to confirm that information, but no. That bitch is like a cockroach, not even a nuclear weapon is going to be able to eliminate her”

"Wow, it seems that the divorce was not so amicable" joked Yelena , while Natasha returned to her post

"Are you kidding? The bitch conspired against me, she told Dreykov a lot of shit, the asshole thought she was conspiring against him and that's why I ended up there, in that death bed"

“Well, where does that 'bitch' live?

“The last time I heard from her, she lived in a field, outside of St. Petersburg”

"Okay, here we go," Natasha announced.

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Apparently they didn't get enough fuel so we had to make an emergency landing and start walking, thank God it wasn't that much of a walk

"Well... how have you been?"

"Are you really interested in knowing about our life?" Yelena asked while none of the 2 deigned to see me

"What makes you think not?"

"Well, I don't know, maybe that... you never communicated with either of us in 20 years, could that be?"

“Yelena, I was locked in a fucking prison for 20 years, where I could only send one letter A YEAR. And for what? To try to communicate with a girl whose the only information I know about her is her name, or if she changed her name? Or to try to communicate with a famous avenger who, it shows, is a thousand times better off not knowing about my existence- I complained making them both stop walking and look directly at me "Look at yourselves, how far you've come, and all this without me. Being in jail took a lot out of me, but it also gave me something, and that was self-awareness, and realizing my mistakes, and that's what I'm doing." I tried to take a deep breath when I felt the air leave easily and my eyes were in tears "you guys are my two biggest mistakes, the red room was my mistake, but you…" I started to sob "I turned two adorable girls into killing machines and it breaks me" I tried to hide my face with my hands "excuse me girls"

"Hey, relax" Natasha spoke trying to calm me down.

“Yes, old lady, relax, we all make mistakes” Yelena ran her hand over my back “you know, a big step to know that you are a shitty person, is to realize that you are a shitty person; and you, you already did, just like Natasha”

"Than?"

“Shut up Nat . Y/N, you don't know, but maybe, later, you'll end up saving the world, along with Natasha, the Avengers and me.

“Okay enough, first; neither you nor she can join the avengers, second, pure bullshit about 'I'm a repentant woman' Y/N, if Yelena believes you it's her problem, but, you're not going to fool me so easily and 3, start walking, we don't need to walk much more"

Yelena started walking beside me, while Natasha led the way.

"I didn't remember her so grumpy" whispered the blonde

"It was always like that" I hugged her from the side "don't tell her, but you were always my favorite" we started laughing

"Do you want to shut up?"

We walk a little more and in the distance, you can recognize Melina's little cabin

"There it is"

"Great, so I don't have to listen to them"

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Upon reaching the door of the house, we could see how Melina was already waiting for us, with a gun in her right hand and an electronic tablet in her left.

"Hello" I greet as I started to walk to the door and open it "come in, please"

The 3 of us sat down, while the woman moved something in her cupboard

“No cheating, Melina”

"I'm just going to put my gun away, Nat "

The brunette sat down next to the redhead, leaving Yelena and me in front of them.

"It's nice to see you again, Yelena , as beautiful as always, Nat , I'm so proud that you became an avenger, and Y/N, you look very bad"

"Damn bitch" Perhaps one of the many things that prison gave me was, the little ability to manage my anger, so, as soon as I saw Melina's neck free, I did not hesitate for 2 seconds to take her delicate neck in my hands. and try to strangle her "you still dare to say that" she didn't even try to walk away, and I just saw how, little by little her eyes lost that shine, until I felt how two pairs of hands pushed me making me let go of melina

"Let her go, you fucking fool"

"Y/N"

Melina started to cough, but she quickly raised her hand and started to speak.

"Leave her, I deserved it"

"Of course you deserved it, you're a heartless bitch…" I started insulting her in the eight languages she knew, until I ran out of insults.

“Are you done throwing your tantrum yet?” when I kept quiet, she took it as a yes " Dreykov had me threatened"

“Threatened? Threatened with what?” Yelena asked

"With your life. After the Ohio mission, Dreykov saw you as a weak child, a worthless widow; Of course, Dreykov himself made me love you, I loved you like a daughter; So, I tried to make a deal, your life for something else, and that something else, was your freedom, Y/N”

"Do you think I'm going to believe that big lie?" I asked as me poured me a large glass of vodka.

“For the first time, I agree with Y/N. I don't believe anything, neither of them "

"Y/N, you want me to fully trust you, I think mom Melina also deserves us to trust her"

I took my glass and stayed silent, trying to analyze Melina's face.

"Do you know what is the worst?" I poured myself another drink and drank again “that no matter how much resentment I have of you, I could never kill you. As much as I wanted to hate you, I only thought about that beautiful face of yours, that smooth skin, those eyes...”

"We understand" interrupted both girls

“Me, I felt bad for years. Ours was real Y/N, I loved you… but I also loved Yelena ” she took the blonde's hand and squeezed it “you too Natasha”

“Shut up. Stop saying that shit, you never loved us, it was all a fucking farce "

"Will you stop saying that?" Yelena asked as her voice cracked “for me, if it was real, Melina and Y/N are my mothers, the closest thing I had to a family. You are also in that package”

"Yes Nat , you're right, it all started as a farce, but what tells you that none of us generated feelings as a result of those circumstances? Haven't you seen 'The Proposal'?"

"What's that?" Yelena and I asked

"A movie" answered Natasha "Yes, I've seen it, but neither Margaret nor Andrew are expert spies in manipulation"

"Yes, but they are people, humans, and Y/N and I, we are human"

"I don't believe anything"

And without further ado, Natasha got up, leaving us alone at the table.

"I'm going to talk to her" Yelena spoke and they both left the house

"Wow, that turned out worse than I imagined" Melina spoke

"And that they haven't even asked you about the red room" I saw how Melina's skin became even paler "But, that's a conversation for another time"

We both remained silent, while we drank from the bottle of vodka, but, I felt a great sorrow

"Excuse me" she looked at me, with doubt in her eyes "for what happened a while ago" I pointed to my own neck so that she would understand

"Don't worry, I'm serious, I deserve it"

"I mean it too" I took her hand and ran my thumb down the back of it "After all this time, and after all the circumstances, I still think you are the most beautiful woman in the world"

"Enough Y/N" she smiled, as the blush began to rise to her cheeks

"I'm serious, Melina. You are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you ”I took her hand and started kissing her, from her palm, her pulse and her fingers“ How cute. so sexy”

“Y/N. Not here, the girls will come any minute."

"Honey, I've been more than 20 years without your touch, without a single kiss from you, I think I deserve a little attention from you" I tried to make puppy dog eyes, seeing how she only hesitated "come on, then you can cleanse your guilt, for locking me up ”

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With a bit of rudeness I threw Melina on the bed, I tried to take off her shirt quickly, while she took off her shoes and blouse, leaving her in a nice bra.

“Go a little slower, принцесса”

"My love, do not ask me to go slowly, when I am a bear, starving" I began to crawl, without taking my eyes from her "and you, a lonely little salmon"

I started biting her, making her laugh loudly, until she pulled down her pants and started kissing her crotch, still with her underwear on.

“Oh y/n”

"Mm, you're so wet"

"Y/N, please don't play"

“No, Моя королева, I will be gentle with you”

I quickly removed her panties, and sucking on her clit again, she moaned again, a little louder than usual.

" Shhh , you don't want girls to see their mothers in these conditions, do you?"

"No, I don't want to" She took a strand of my hair and began to pull it , to make my mouth suck her clitoris again "but please continue"

I continued with my work, while I saw how the brunette arched her back, while biting her arm, avoiding letting out moans

"You have no idea how much I missed you" I inserted 2 fingers into her vagina causing her to let out a small squeak "Even on my worst days, I only remembered our nights together, when I made you scream my name, do you remember?"

“Yes,” she whimper, “I remember. Please, I'm close."

I knew Melina would get a little aggressive if she didn't get what she wanted, so I stopped talking and went back to sucking on her clit while my fingers quickly moved in and out.

She reached the top, while biting her own arm, causing the scream to drown in her own mouth.

A little calmer, I lift my head and kiss her forehead

“Я оправдал ваши ожидания?”

“ты всегда this делаешь”

Just as the brunette took my cheeks in her hands to start another kissing session, we heard the door close.

"Мама, can we stay the night?" Yelena asked

"I thought it was implicit that we are going to sleep here" Natasha spoke, while Yelena was silent

“Мама, can you make us dinner? I miss your food”

Translation:

принцесса - Princess

Моя королева - My Queen

Я оправдал ваши ожидания? - Did I live up to your expectations?

ты всегда это делаешь - You always do it

Мама - Mom

Note:

I am glad to know that you enjoy the little, or much that I write, that means more than it seems to me. I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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sarahhillips · 10 months

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Shake n’ Baked and You’re Watching Libertys Kids on PBSKids.

Bunker Hill

THE WORLD WAS MADE TO CHANGE 😭

I’m patriotic af about this show but America in real life can suck my dong

Does anyone else find redcoat uniforms to be kinda hot?

Dig boys diggggggg

Sarah casually writing letters under a boat while shots are being fired. How many colonial girls can say that happened to them?

Sarah, he’s in the Ohio Frontier. That’s in Ohio. You know this.

Sarah’s like I ain’t done here bitch

Why do some men have lips and others don’t.

Using feminine charm to trick men. Classic.

“This my boy James. He writes.” “Yayy!”

I wish her mom would see Sarah pop off. Like imagine if Sarah started cursing people out and Lady Phillips faints.

That ‘we’ll be right back’ music is POPPIN

“But he never has to hate.” Ok Dr. Warren, you philosopher you.

Round one, success.

They’re fucked lol

Yes Sarah, that’s what your dad would want you to do

The redcoats are ruthless

This is like a video game level that gets harder but you can’t get any ammo.

“It’s just a hill SIR.” Look, there’s a lobster back with empathy for his soldiers.

Sorry for your loss James but it taught you something important.

“James, I was at their base, ok? They had broken bones and there was blood everywhere. They’re not feeling great.”

Henris got incredible metabolism.

Ben: “It’s perfect, I’m just gonna add one little thing” *commence inspirational monologue*

I feel for Sarah freaking out about their countries going to war. That has to be so scary, especially when the violence is where you are.

Washington Takes Command

George looks pretty boss in the intro.

Not often does an English woman say “I can’t wait to see the army!”

Those pigeons are gonna get eaten by hawks anyway James.

Those pioneer wagons are giving me nostalgia.

Ben did you edit James’ article?

They need vespas to get around.

Why is George sexy here, you’re not really sexy bro.

“Aren’t you kids a little too young to be here?” “We’re child laborers sir.”

I sympathize with the storekeeper

Henri is smooth af while introducing himself it wouldn’t surprise me if it took no time at all for him to find a French girl to marry.

This is exactly what grade school was like with that “4TH GRADERS HERE ONLY” bullshit

“Can’t you read!?” “Of course! Is there something you’d like me to read for you?” Henry I’m so proud of you.

WHY THE DOGS

George has the same vibe as Mufasa

BRITISH PIGEONS

“We’re fighting for our liberty young lady. Simple as that.”

Of course the lady gets to stay in a warm house

Henri be hoarding

George your troops are freezing. GEORGE.

Ok George, guilt trip much?

“I’m sending you guys on an errand k.”

IS THIS THE EPISODE WITH THE MUSICAL

YES IT IS

Black Dick is coming to the show

Napoleons in this fucking play?

Imagine becoming a soldier to fight for your king and they make you put on a cow costume for General Howe.

Henri said “I’m Batman.”

Why did they think riding on the ice was a good idea?

Shows over guys, time to fight

Where’s Martha? How come she’s not in this?

George said SURPRISE MUTHAFUCKA

#libertys kids #sarah phillips #james hiller #henri lefebvre #ben franklin #moses #george washington

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Werewolf Terry Bogard (Art doesn't belong to me)

Trigger Warnings: Breaking bones, blood, gore, angst, vomit and cannibalism! Read it at your own risk! Don't say I didn't warn you!

Terry was walking around the streets of Ohio. It was 3 a.m. and everything was quiet. Suddenly Terry had a strange feeling on his chest. He could not explain what was going on. The full moon was on the sky. It was as shiny as always. Out of nowhere, Terry's bones started to break. Terry could not understand the reason why, he just felt hairy and angry for no known reason whatsoever. He told himself that it might be just his imagination. But he was wrong! Just before the blink of his eyes, Terry's chest became hairy! "What the hell is going on?", he said. No one was walking around the streets except him. Another few seconds later, his ears became hairy. They looked like werewolf ears. Then he developed fangs. He looked at himself in an old mirror. He could not believe his eyes! He had werewolf ears, a werewolf tail that was way longer than his hair, some werewolf fangs and an incredibly hairy chest! He also became tall for no known reason! "What the hell is wrong with me?!", Terry screamed the moment he saw himself. That wasn't him. He was becoming someone else. Someone who was hairy, someone with unusual bones, someone who......SOMEONE WHO WAS A WEREWOLF!!!! Terry's bones just started to break only to change, but the bones were werewolf bones. Terry watched his reflection as he was suffering in pain! He told his bones to stop breaking all by themselves, he told the full moon to go away and he told himself that he ain't no werewolf. But did his words change anything? No! His pain only started to get worse! He had 42 werewolf fangs, his eyes became red and he watched as his nails turned to claws! Then Terry got hungry. His saliva landed on his left hand, now a werewolf paw, and he wanted to eat human flesh. He wanted to eat children. He wanted to eat anyone he sees. He could not stop himself from being hungry. He was crawling for the search of blood! The pain of his werewolf transformation lasted for 22 minutes and he lost his mind. Terry Bogard wasn't Terry Bogard anymore, he was a werewolf named Werewolf Fur! After those awful 22 minutes, Terry was a werewolf. He howled and ate his own shoes, his own socks and even his own hat! He did wear his pants and his t-shirt, but he ruined them with his werewolf paws and werewolf claws. He was ready to bring suffering and pain in Ohio! He went to a park. Some kids were playing there. The kids were happy and laughing. They attracted Terry's lust for human flesh. Just before the kids could scream, terror would make them shiver. Terry put these kids in his werewolf mouth! He was chewing on them. First he drank their blood, then he ate their flesh and he broke their bones! The only thing remaining of these kids, now reduced to skeletons, were their clothes. Their clothes were inside of this monster's stomach. He then howled again and left Ohio, never to be seen again.

The next day, Terry turned back to his human form. People around the USA saw him in his werewolf form. Terry, now known as a werewolf called Werewolf Fur, was on the news. Terry washed himself. The blood and saliva on his hands were gone for good! He wondered where his shoes, socks and hat were. He then started to vomit. He felt something. He realized that the werewolf everyone in the USA talked about was him! He felt guilt. He felt guilt for not running away from the full moon. He felt guilt for not controlling his werewolf instincts. He wanted to stop himself from going nuts, but it was already too late. Terry cried even though he just stopped vomiting. "What have I done? I am a monster.", Terry said to himself. He then cried in sadness.

The end.

Thanks for reading this fanfiction, guys and girls! I hope you really liked it! Please reblog it and heart it! Now bye!

#king of fighters #the king of fighters #kof #terry bogard #werewolf terry bogard #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #angst fanfiction #angst fanfic

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Candy Store is ✨Problematic✨ Part 2!!!

Happy Halloween!

Before anyone gets on my ass about “UGH you’re reading too much into this! It’s just a song, it’s not that serious!” You’re right! Straight up, you are absolutely right! It is just a song. It is not that serious. I can enjoy this song for what it is. BUT I can also acknowledge it promotes bad behavior on the part of those fictional characters. And as we all know, promoting bad behavior is notoriously a no-no with antis, who are all about protecting the sweet innocent little immensely impressionable baby childrens from the big bad moral wickedness and impurities of this fucked-up world we live in by exterminating everything they subjectively deem Badwrong. Which includes listening to songs about it. ROCK MUSIC IS THE DEVIL, ONLY GOOD CHRISTIAN MUSIC IN THIS HOUSEHOLD! JESUS!

I’m doing antis’ job for them. They have a laundry list of reasons why J.D. sucks and JDronica is toxic and you shouldn’t ship them when there’s (lmfao) “many less problematic and more interesting wlw ships”. And yet. Yet these same people ship Chansaw, or Dukesaw, or Mcnamawyer, or Poly!Heathers+Veronica. What’s the difference between Heathers and J.D.? Canonically, none of the Heathers ships are Healthy and Unproblematic, not even Mcnamawyer. Hmm... what is different indeed... I guess we’ll never know, it’ll always be a mistery.

Anyway, let’s lick our way to the center of the Tootsie Pop that is Candy Store and break down why it’s ✨problematique✨. Section by section, line by problematic line, hand in unlovable hand. Buckle up, corn nuts. This is going to get long.

Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off And everyone here could watch But I’m feeling nice Here's some advice Listen up biotch!

Starting off strong, we clearly do have a problem! This entire 3-minute song is Chandler’s response to Veronica expressly refusing to go along with her plans. The point of this song is to put pressure on Veronica in order to get her to go along with what Chandler wants: pranking Martha Dunnstock by writing her a fake love note signed by the boy Martha adores so much. Why does Chandler want to do this to Martha? Because she found out about the kiss on the kickball field in kindergarten. Something that happened over 10 years ago for them. The first thing she does with a new tidbit of information is to use it to hurt the person it’s about. GENIUS!! WOW!!!!

“I’d normally slap your face off / And everyone here could watch,” ah, yes, because assault is an appropriate response to being told “no.” You know who does that? Spoiled brats. Normally. She regularly assaults people? Her go-to response when people tell her no is to slap them? Normally? Normalizing? Normalizing violence? In this fictional universe? Right in front of my salad? Yikes. Stay classy, Heather, you’re beautiful.

(I like) Lookin’ hot Buying stuff They can not (I like) Drinking hard Maxing dad’s credit card (I like) Skippin’ gym Scarin’ her Screwin’ him (I like) Killer clothes Kickin’ nerds in the nose!

Brag, brag, brag, brag, BRAG!

“Drinking hard,” Um, Heather? You’re 17. Drinking underage? Illegal. The drinking age in 1989 Ohio may’ve been 19, but girl. GIRL. You’re not even 18. You know, 18? The age where one is considered an adult? Which means you’re a minor. A minor drinking alcohol is illegal. That’s illegal, Heather. Heather? That’s illegal, you shouldn’t be doing that. HEATHER UNDERAGE DRINKING IS PROBLEMATIC! HEATHER!!! IF MINORS DRINK THE ADULT GRAPE JUICE IT’S BAD HEATHER STOP GLORIFYING UNDERAGE DRINKING!!!

Okay, seriously, that’s a problem. Problematic, if you will. She shouldn’t be drinking PERIOD, much less drinking HARD. Alcohol can be addictive, and addiction is not something to strive for (and I know everyone else drinks and smokes and all that jazz in Big Fun, but we’re not talking about Big Fun right now). I’m not going to say she gets blackout drunk every time she drinks, but the way she’s going, it wouldn’t surprise me if, in a world where she makes it out of Westerburg alive and becomes an adult instead of playing at being one, she suffers from alcoholism. The younger you start, the easier it is to get entangled, right? Drinking hard, smdh.

“Maxing Dad’s credit card.” I mean, she’s got a sports car, 3 TVs, a shitton of other material things listed in that forged suicide note, and she clearly doesn’t have a paying job to get all that. Of course she can “buy stuff they cannot” when all she’s doing is spending Daddy’s money. We don’t know what the Heathers’ relationships with their parents are like, so “poor sad neglected daddy issues Chandler uwu” is no more canon than “doting father oblivious to his child’s spoiled rotten bitchy nature Chandler,” or even “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Chandler.” If you ask me, the latter are much more interesting than the former. If J.D.’s mommy issues don’t give him a pass for his actions (and they don’t), giving Chandler daddy issues can’t either. Sorry, that’s just how it works. Even playing field.

And “kicking nerds in the nose.” Come on. It’s just a power trip, we all know this. There is no good reason for this unless stepping on other people makes you feel good. That doesn’t make you a good person, or even a likable person. And yet? Chandler’s more loved in this fandom than she is in her own actual fictional universe. Hey antis, how does that work if she’s the embodiment of problematic? If she makes bad things look cool, that’s glorifying. If she makes it look bad, that’s okay because she’s making bad things look wrong as they should be, but she’s not. She’s doing the exact opposite. She LIKES all these things. Help a girl out, where’s the logic? Why are you agreeing with this? None of this is good!

If you lack the balls You can go play dolls Let your mommy fix you a snack (whoa!) Or you could come smoke Pound some rum and coke In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa!)

The dichotomy here. It’s one or the other. If you’re not this, you’re that. If you’re not smoking and drinking and engaging in destructive yet hardcore Adult activities, you’re a little Baby playing @barbieswithbettyfinn (heyy girl!) who needs Mommy to take care of you. There’s no middle ground in Chandler’s mind, no such thing as nuance. It’s black or white, not both. You’re cool or you’re not. You’re in or you’re out. Up or down. You’re either with us or a square, Veronica! I can see why antis like this song, ironic as that is. It validates their need for absolutes.

“Or you could come smoke / pound some rum and coke,” Wow, more drinking! Wooo! Still bad! And now smoking too! Another adult thing she should not have access to! Both have the potential to be addictive, and as I said earlier, addiction is NOT GOOD. Alcohol destroys the liver, smoking blackens your lungs and could give you cancer. Heather Chandler is, again, 17. She should not be engaging in, much less encouraging, these behaviors. Yet here she is, framing it as the better of the only two options she presents. THIS SHOULD NOT BE SEEN AS COOL. A lot of teens don’t drink or smoke but they also don’t play with actual dolls. There’s not just two ways to be, but according to Chandler, it’s either her way or the highway. You’re either a Big Kid or you’re a Baby.

Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store! Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore! And step into my candy store!

Oh look, we got to the thesis statement.

Reiterating what I said before, this song is meant to peer pressure Veronica into doing what the Heathers (specifically Chandler) wants. This reinforces the dichotomy from the previous section: you’re either cool or you’re a loser, so which is it? They’re giving her a test while presenting it as a choice: there’s only one right answer and it’s not the one Veronica wants. This song is also pulling double duty as propping up the Heathers on a pedestal. Look at how cool they are! Look at all the cool things they brag about doing or being able to do, like smoking and drinking and bullying the fat girl just because they can! They make it look sooooo fun to be assholes! Is that not GLORIFYING problematic and toxic behavior?

Guys fall At your feet Pay the check Help you cheat! All you Have to do Say goodbye To Shamu! That freak’s Not your friend I can tell in the end! If she Had your shot She would leave You to rot!

Chandler built the foundation, now McNamara and Duke are adding onto it. Oh boy.

“Pay the check,” Guys treating them and paying on their dates isn’t that bad, but we have to remember the Heathers are established to be pretty well-off financially. It might’ve been okay for the times, and simps gonna simp especially if they’re trying to get something out of it, but nowadays... chalk that up to values dissonance. There might also be something to have Duke say this line since she’s the one with the bout of bulimia. In which case, that just makes it worse. A guy didn’t pay for you to throw it all up, Heather.

“Help you cheat!” I don’t think I need to explain why cheating in school is bad. Schools are always discouraging it (yet they don’t exactly make it so there’s less incentive not to do it). This line also plants the seed in our heads that McNamara is the dumbest of the Heathers since she’s not learning anything or thinking for herself. She just copies what everyone else does, which fits with her character perfectly.

“All you have to do / Say goodbye to Shamu!” Attempt to control who Veronica hangs out with. All Veronica has to do to win big in boys, booze, and the last year of her high school career is just abandon her old best friend (which she’s already done, or close to it) AND while she’s at it, plant false hope in said best friend that the boy she knows does not like her back might possibly actually like her back! Time to pick a side, Ronnie! Shiny new cool friends or dull old loser friends? Also, casual fatphobia? Shamu was a killer whale. Comparing a fat person to a whale? I know it rhymed though, but still. Susie Q could’ve fit too.

“That freak’s / not your friend / I can tell in the end,” McNamara can’t tell shit. At this point she’s been copying answers off the other two Heathers for so long she doesn’t know what a genuine friend is until she tries to kill herself. And more juvenile name-calling.

“If she / had your shot / she would leave you to rot!” Would she, though? First, the first thing we find out about Martha is she’s been Veronica’s best friend since diapers. They’re seniors in high school now—that’s their entire lives. It takes a lot of work to maintain a friendship for that long, and the fact that Veronica still considers Martha her best friend shows it’s genuine and not because they’re each other’s only option. When Veronica trades up, the one line she repeatedly refuses to cross is hurting Martha. Although she feels a bit neglected, Martha is very supportive of Veronica’s new status as a Heather, even calling it “exciting,” and she doesn’t hold Veronica flaking out on movie night against her. When Martha suspects J.D. of killing Kurt and Ram, she doesn’t suspect Veronica, even though she knows about Veronica’s penchant for forgery. There’s an extraordinary amount of mutual loyalty there. Martha’s unwavering faith in Veronica is only shaken when Veronica reveals the truth about the love note in another moment of desperation, and Veronica regrets hurting her immediately afterwards.

Second, this line shows us what the Heathers think friendship is: when opportunity comes knocking, it’s every girl out for herself. Chandler keeps the clique on a very tight leash, consistently being verbally abusive to Duke and controlling to Veronica, but not to McNamara because McNamara never questions or undermines her authority. Duke, meanwhile, resents Chandler to hell and back, and lashes out at both Veronica and McNamara at opportune moments (after the date and during the assembly respectively). McNamara didn’t get a lot to do, but Lifeboat shows us she’s very aware of the opportunistic approach when it comes to social relations with her peers: she never once mentions the word friends, only “people I know” and perhaps most prominently, “if I say the wrong thing / or I wear the wrong outfit / they’ll throw me right over the side!”

The point is, the Heathers don’t know Martha at all and they don’t care to. But they’re not above casting doubt in Veronica’s mind to manipulate her into turning against Martha even more than she already has. All they have to do is make her THINK Martha would betray her as easily as she betrayed Martha, and let that guilt fester into vindictiveness.

Course, if you don’t care Fine, go braid her hair Maybe Sesame Street is on! (whoa!) Or forget that creep And get in my jeep Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn! (whoa, whoa, whoa!)

Here we see more of the child/adult dichotomy. Braiding hair and Sesame Street OR...

“Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn!” Oh, Chandler. People work hard on their lawns and that’s not for you guys to tear it up with your wheels. The disrespect. Truly we stan some QUEENS here.

Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store! You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore! And step into my candy store!

Wow, such big girls! They upped the ante on the name calling! Don’t be a pussy, Veronica! That’s a vulgar word. Classy.

You can join the team (or you can bitch and moan) You can live the dream (or you can die alone) You can fly with eagles Or if you prefer Keep on testing me And end up like her!

Again, you’re either with us OR not. And if you’re with us, you must leave everything of your former life behind because that’s not good enough anymore. You’re better than that now. You can have it all, or you can have nothing.

“Keep on testing me / and end up like her!” That’s a threat. If you keep disagreeing with me, fuck around and find out bitch! Boy, canon Chansaw is so healthy. Just relationship goals asf! No wonder people ship them, love having a controlling partner who’s not afraid to keep threatening to pull the rug from under you, mmm! Healthy shit!

“Veronica, look! Ram invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he's been thinking about me!” “...Color me stoked!” “I’m so happy!”

With the Heathers hounding her for two-thirds of the song, Veronica folds. She’s still desperate to cling to her newfound security blanket of popularity so she puts up with the Heathers’ (mainly Chandler’s, let’s be real) bullshit. We know this will have drastic consequences later, but for now, she still thinks it’s worth the price she paid to make it there. People who pressure you into doing something you’ve made it very clear you’re uncomfortable with and don’t want to do? Not people you want to be around. Toxic and problematic. But I guess we can ignore that because who cares, they’re pretty! That doesn’t hold up for Kurt and Ram and J.D. though, just the Heathers. Double standards much? Sure, schoolyard bullying isn’t as drastic as rape and murder, but that doesn’t take away from the fact it’s still NOT GOOD HEALTHY MORAL BEHAVIOR.

For now the Heathers win the battle. Veronica keeps her mouth shut about the prank.

Honey whatchu waitin’ for? Shut up, Heather! Step into my candy store! (Time for you to prove you’re not a lameass anymore!) And step into my candy store It’s my candy store It’s my candy It’s my candy store It’s my candy It’s my candy store It’s my candy store!

Remember when I said Chandler’s adamant this is her song? This is, what, the third “Shut up, Heather!” we’ve gotten so far? And I don’t think I need to say pushing people is just rude (and more assault?). Especially to take back the spotlight for yourself—Chandler’s so desperate to be the center of attention, she can’t share it even with the girls who are supposed to be her friends. In fact, she doesn’t even seem to like any of them: she ignores McNamara for the most part (which ironically plays into why people think she likes her more), bullies the fuck out of Duke (bully x victim ship mmmmm! Not “problematic” at all!), and only lets Veronica in based on what Veronica could do for her (totally healthy to base your relationship on what your partner can do for you (this part applies to both parties btw) and threaten to take away her status every time her pesky morals get in the way of your fun! Totally not toxic or abusive whatsoever!).

If “everyone here could watch” Chandler slap Veronica had she done that, then they’re certainly out here watching her push Duke, her fellow Heather, and she gets away with it because she’s the leading Heather, and she really doesn’t give a shit what people think of her. They know she’s awful, and yet they still want her favor because she’s this rich bitch who will pitch the ultimate fit if she doesn’t get what she wants. The one she’s throwing right now makes for a great song.

The title is called Candy Store due to the simile “like a kid in a candy store.” Kids like candy, so to be in a store full of it is like a dream. But this is Heathers, so the candy isn’t sugar, spice, and everything nice, and the dream comes at a very high cost, one Veronica is clearly starting to regret investing in. With “coworkers” like Chandler around, could you blame her? Toxic work environment as fuck. It’s more like Veronica’s only coworkers with Duke and McNamara. You don’t work with Chandler, you work for her. You are not her equal and she won’t hesitate to let you know it. She’s the bitchiest boss and no one actually likes her. Except McNamara because, as stated before, Chandler ignores her for the most part. She leaves her alone. It’s not much, but it’s enough for one person to be believably sad about Chandler’s death later on. See what happens when you’re not a cunt to absolutely everyone?

So, in conclusion, this song is problematic as fuck. It slaps, but the Heathers are explicitly leveraging all the things they’re able to get away with as a means to entice Veronica into agreeing to hurt her best friend. They’re trying so hard to get her to cross the one boundary she has, and this is just the first time.

Why?

Because Heather Chandler just wants to bully the fat girl, who has done nothing to her ever. Because why not? Because fuck Martha. No one else will, right?

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