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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Auction of love

Summary: Your friend talks you into being part of a charity auction.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Omega Reader

Warnings: angst, insecurities, low self-esteem, chubby/plussized reader, a/b/o, scenting, true mates, love-struck Dean,a hint of fluff, tension

“Mel, no. You know I hate big parties and events,” you whine. Your friend wants you to join a charity auction. “I’d rather go home, have a glass of wine, and watch my favorite show.”

“Y/N, we need you. All of us agreed to join the auction. Come on.” She nudges your side. “You bought this sexy dress and killer heels for a reason. I know the alphas will go crazy when you get on that stage wearing the dress.”

You shake your head. Mel is your friend, and she means well. Sadly, she doesn’t know how it feels to you to get on a stage to show your body to men bidding on omegas. You’re not slim and pretty like her.

“I don’t want to. Just look at me. I'm twice your size,” you sniff. “Mel, they will judge my body.”

“You’re beautiful. I love your boobs and ass. Don’t sell yourself short, babe. Let’s get you all dolled up. I bet you’ll get the highest bid.”

Nodding you give in. You know better than to believe one of the alphas will bid more than a few bugs to spend an evening with you. But you don’t want to disappoint Mel. If you can at least help raise the fund with a few bucks, you’ll get on that stage.

Even though, you hate standing in the spotlight.

“Five hundred.”

You watch the alphas fight over your best friend Mel. She smiles sweetly and winks at the alphas. Mel looks like she belongs on a stage, and maybe she does.

“Six hundred,” another alpha lifts his paddle.

“Eight hundred.” The next one barks. It looks like he’s about to jump at the other alphas.

“One thousand.”

You sigh deeply. All the alphas are bidding on your friend, fighting over her.

“Two thousand.” Mel sucks in a breath as the next alpha raises from his seat. “For the pretty lady, I want to have dinner with.”

“Do I hear more?” Your boss asks. She plays the auctioneer tonight and grins as the alphas grumble under their breath. “Gentlemen, remember. It’s for the orphans. We want to support the local orphanage.”

“Three thousand!”

“Alright, gentlemen. Going once,” your boss says. She lifts the hammer while looking around the room. “Going twice.”

The alphas shake their heads. No one will bid more than three thousand bucks for a date. You never thought any guy would pay so much money for a date.

“Going thrice,” she slams the hammer down. “Sold to the gentleman with the lucky number seven. Congratulations.”

Mel grins and gives you a wink. She mouths your name, hoping to encourage you.

It’s no use. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, and your legs wobble when you walk on the stage. All eyes are suddenly on you, and it feels like the alphas staring up at you, are there to judge your appearance from head to toe.

“Alright, gentlemen. One of you already got lucky with our charming Mel. Now we have Y/N. She’s smart, funny, and speaks six languages. Our lovely lady bakes pie to die for, knows how to repair a car and, she’s my best employee.”

Your boss gives you an encouraging smile. Jody nods as you nervously shift on your feet. The heels are killing you, and the dress uncomfortably sticks to your body.

“We start with one hundred dollars.”

Silence greets you.

Your boss clears her throat and taps the microphone with her index finger to check if its working. “Gentlemen, you must bid if you want to spend the evening with this lovely lady.”

Your heart drops. No one is going to bid for you. If only you listened to your gut instinct, you wouldn’t stand on a stage, making a fool out of yourself.

Jody looks around the room again. She can’t believe no one is bidding for you.

“Gentlemen, we are waiting for you. Doesn’t she look lovely in this dress?” she gets nervous. Jody and Mel talked you into getting on the stage and now, no one is bidding for you.

“Jody, no one is going to bid for me,” you whisper. “Can I go? I think the other ladies are waiting behind the stage. Let’s just…”

“Ten thousand!” Jody gasps watching a tall alpha step toward the stage. He looks you up and down, licking his lips. “No. Wait.”

You sigh. For one moment you believed someone bid for you only to realize he tried to be funny.

“I think this sweetheart is worth fifteen thousand and more,” he flashes you a cocky grin. “Gentlemen, your loss. I’ll make sure this pretty lady will have the best date of her life.”

“What? I-“ you stammer.

“Uh-going once, twice, and,” Jody looks at the other alphas one last time, “thrice. Our lovely Y/N goes to number sixty-seven.”

“Awesome,” the alpha exclaims as you hurriedly walk toward the back of the stage.

Your heart is pounding wildly. This must be a dream.

“BABE! FIFTEEN THOUSAND BUCKS FOR YOUR CUTE ASS!” Mel squeals. She jumps up and down, giggling as you just stare at her with wide eyes.

“I think he tried to be funny,” you tut. “Do you honestly believe any guy would pay fifteen-thousand bucks for a date with me?”

“Of course, babe. Look at you!” She clicks her tongue. “No more self-doubts, Y/N. That guy pays a fucking lot of money for a date with you.”

“Still, this smells like a hoax.” You don’t believe for one second that the man will pay the money to go out with you.

“There you are,” the alpha bidding on you pants heavily. “Alright. I paid the money to the auctioneer. Where do we wanna go?”

“What? Now…I—” You stare at the cocky alpha. He’s the most attractive guy you ever saw outside of magazines and movies and your heart starts to flutter.

“What do you want to eat? I love me some good food.” You can’t react or talk. All you are capable of is watching the alpha step closer.

He’s at least six feet tall, maybe even taller. Shit, he’s naturally built and muscular, with gorgeous green eyes. Calling him handsome would be an understatement.

“I like food too,” you finally say.

“Great. So,” he smirks. “Now that I know that you like food too, we can get to the point where you tell me what you like to eat.”

“Maybe you could tell me your name first.”

“Crap, yes. Uh—sorry sweetheart,” he chuckles and holds out his hand. “Name’s Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“Nice to meet you Dean,” you say before you can shy away. You shake his hand and smile at him. “Why did you pay so much money for me? I mean… there are more beautiful girls in the back. You should’ve waited.”

“Let me stop you right there, Y/N. I bid on you because I wanted to have a date with you. Not your friend, or any other woman. It was you who picked my interest.”

“Why?”

He cocks his head at your question. “Sweetheart, have you seen and smelled yourself? I can barely think straight since I saw you walk around in that dress. If I wasn’t a gentleman, your dress would lie in the back of my car for half the night.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words.

“Only the dress?” You question.

The alpha dips his head to sniff at your neck. He purrs as he finally can get more of your scent.

“I got me a cocky one, huh?” Dean pecks your neck. “I lost it when Jody said that you love to bake. I love me some pie.”

“If you promise to behave like a gentleman during dinner, I’ll make you a pie.”

“I’ll be the perfect gentleman for you, Y/N,” he inhales your scent deeply. “Until we are done eating. I can’t promise that I won't try to make you mine after dinner…”

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #alpha!dean x reader #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #a/b/o

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sgstories123 · 10 months

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Mystery Man At Mel’s Party In Marina

“Grab’s waiting.” Max called out to his sister impatiently.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t need to nag like mum. We are in time for the party.” Mel responded, pissed. She looked at her twin brother who was dressed in a burgundy casual jacket over a tight white t-shirt and black jeans. He had even put on CK One as the familiar scent reached her nose. Her brother had been working out in the gym. She had not realised before but the time and effort seemed to have paid off. Max was sporting larger biceps, a broader chest and chiseled abs. What a sexy body, she thought to herself, her irritation at her brother already subsiding by the sight of the muscular body.

Max and Mel had been invited to Leonard’s party last week and since then, he had been looking forward to it. Leonard was one of the richest guy in their class. He drives a silver Porsche 911 to school and wears branded stuff from head to toe. At the end of every semester, he would throw a party at some posh hotel. Everyone wants to be invited to his parties as it was rumoured to be wild and extravagant. But Leonard is very selective and only about 10 to 20 people are invited each year. The pretty girls in the class are often on top of his list. But Leonard changes his girlfriends so often that many are already struck off the list.

Mel was lucky this year to be in Leonard’s group for his Marketing class. As usual, she worked hard on the project and despite the rest of the group doing the bare minimum, they managed to get a Distinction for the module. Leonard was so pleased to get his first Distinction in his university life that he had reserved a place for Mel.

When Leonard heard that Mel had a twin brother in their class, he was surprised that two very different persons can be so closely related. “How can you be twins? You don’t look alike? Fuck! You are not even of the same gender.” Leonard had asked Max.“So, does that mean Mel has a dick?” Max was happy to go along with the joke and this endeared him to Leonard. Before the end of the semester, he found he to had an invitation to the party.

Max looked at Mel who was dressed in a long, shimmering blue dress, her front drawn low to expose the deep cleavage and ample breasts. A thin black belt accentuated her hourglass figure, spotlighting her assets. His cock stirred. Fuck! He told himself. That’s your sister. But a devilish voice responded immediately. That’s natural. You are only a man. Remember. The greatest queen of Egypt, Cleopatra, married her own brother.

Max shook off the thoughts. After spending one semester reading Egyptian history as an elective and that was what he remembered? What a waste of time. Back to the present, Max, he told himself resolutely.

An hour later, they stepped into the presidential suite at a hotel in the Marina Bay Area. Most of the guests were already there.

“Mel!” Nicole, Mel’s best friend shouted across the room. Nicole hurried over with champagne glasses in her hands. “Here! Take one! This is very nice!” Nicole seemed a little intoxicated as she swayed lightly on her feet. She must have arrived much earlier and helped herself to too many drinks. Nicole’s boyfriend, Abdul, walked behind her and held her by the waist, bending down to give her a quick peck on her cheeks. “You okay?” Abdul asked. “Yes, Sir!” Nicole responded. Abdul was an Army regular and took a scholarship to further his studies in the university. He was in his early forties and Mel was surprised when Nicole told her that they were together. “Why? You have a thing for father-figure?” Mel had asked Nicole. “Nope. I have a thing for military uniforms. He looked so cool in that uniform. And, of course being older, he knows a few more things when it comes to sex.” Nicole confessed. “You slut!” Mel laughed at Nicole. “You should try an older man some day, Mel. Preferably a Malay. They are circumcised and feel different from Chinese cocks.” Nicole was a self-professed sex expert.

“Hey Max! Come over here! I got something to show you.” Leonard, the host of the party had emerged from the bedroom. A group of guys had gathered around him and they seemed to be passing something small around, laughing nervously. Mel was curious and walked over to the group. When the group saw them approaching, they popped something into their mouth, washed it down with drinks and dispersed quickly. “What’s that?” Mel pulled Max over, whispering harshly. “Are you taking drugs?” Max pushed Mel’s hand away. “It is not what you think it is. Just something fun and harmless. Legit, okay?”

Mel was not convinced She walked over to Leonard who was now sitting in the sofa, looking out towards a floor-to-ceiling glassed window overlooking the Marian Bay Area, lighted by the street and building lights. It was a beautiful sight that only those with the money can buy. She sat down next to Leonard, her sisterly instinct kicking in. “Leonard, what did you give Max? Is it drugs?” Leonard turned and smiled at her. “You want some?” Mel was aware that several people around them including Leonard’s latest girlfriend Cheries was looking at her in amusement. “No. I mean I am not prudish or anything. I have taken them before. I just want to know.” Leonard laughed in his usual cocky manner. “Then it doesn’t matter.” He ignored her and took a sip from his drink.

Cherie seemed to be jealous that Mel had sat next to her boyfriend. She moved closer to Leonard, pressing her body against his, her arms wrapped protectively around him, signalling to Mel that she should move away as Leonard belongs to her.

“Look, Mel! Don’t worry, okay. It is a party! Just have fun.” Leonard leaned further back on the sofa. Cherie decided to take things up a notch further. She unzipped Leonard’s pants, took out his cock and started sucking on it. She was adamant to let Mel know that Leonard belongs to him.

Mel took the hint and turned to get up from the sofa. But Leonard pulled her down back on the sofa. He looked at her with half-closed eyes, obviously enjoying Cherie’s blowjob. He put a hand around her neck and pulled her closer to him, whispering “It was Viagra. I gave all the boys Viagra. You don’t need Viagra, do you?” He laughed, cockily, seeing everything as a big joke. He took out a small pill box from his jacket and popped out two red pills. “But you may want one of this. It is good.” He shoved one into Mel’s hands and lifting Cherie’s head from his cock, popped one into her mouth. Cherie seemed to know what the pill was. She washed the pill down with her drink before resuming with her blowjob.

Mel realised that her other classmates were looking at her. Feeling pressured, she popped the pill into her mouth as nonchalantly as she could and washed it down with champagne. She did not know what it was, but it cannot be too bad. No one has died or got into trouble at Leonard’s parties before. Anyway, Cheries has taken it too, she reasoned. But she was curious. What was it she has taken.

“How are you feeling?” Leonard asks her. “Fine. I don’t feel anything. Was it a placebo? You up to your silly tricks again?” Mel came to a sudden realisation that it may be another one of Leonard’s silly pranks. “It is an aphrodisiac for women. I thought you may be envious that Max has Viagra so I gave you something that it more appropriate for you.” Leonard laughed. “Not working, Leonard. I have no inclination to have sex.” Mel tried to sound cool.

But the pill seemed to be affecting Cherie. Her face was flushed and she had started taking off her clothes. When she took off her bra and panties, the guests hooted with joy. She proceeded to remove Leonard’s clothes before straddling him reverse cowboy style while Leonard was still seated on the sofa. She was bouncing herself on his stiff cock, as she moaned in pleasure. Some of the other guests took the opportunity to hug and kiss each other, catching up with the main act.

Mel had a first row seat to the show put up by Leonard and Cherie. Leonard was still holding on to her hand and it felt warm and comfortable. With his clothes off, Mel realised that Leonard had quite a muscular and sexy body. She touched his chest, enjoying the smooth touch of his skin, before resting on his hard nipple. Without realising it, she was already sucking on his nipple, her arms caressing his body.

Leonard grunted, shoving his hips upwards against Cherie, as he flooded her with his man juice. He held on to her, enjoying the last bit of pleasure as his cock pulsed with pleasure. When his cock had been drained, he pushed Cherie off to the floor and pulled Mel down to suck on his cock. As Mel started sucking on his cock, he deftly moved his arms under her long dress and removed her panties. His fingers found her love hole. Expertly, he pried them open with his fingers before inserting them in slowly. Mel gasped in pleasure as his fingers drew love juice from with her.

This time, Leonard wanted a cowgirl position. He helped Mel removed her dress before getting her to straddle facing him. Mel was surprised that Leonard could get hard again so quickly after having just fucked Cherie. His cock found her hole easily and slid into her. Leonard’s cock was providing so much pleasure that she blacked out for an instance. When she came to, Leonard was guzzling on her breasts like a baby while she was riding on his cock. Cherie was still lying on the floor after her session with Leonard. But one guy was eating her pussy and the other was trying to get her to give him a blowjob. Before she could see if the guy was successful in getting his cock into Cherie’s unconscious mouth, she was pushed by Leonard. She was now leaning upside down, her hands on the floor for support. Leonard had decided to stand up and do a pile driver. Her hands were too weak to support her but Leonard was holding on to her legs, pulling her upwards while he drove his cock deep down into her. She screamed as the cock went in so deep that her juices splashed out. It was the largest surge of orgasmic pleasure that she ever felt. She blacked out again.

When she woke up, she was on the floor, Cherie was not around any more. She vaguely remember Leonard laughing in her ear. “The pill is working very well, it seems. Have fun. The night is still young.” She tried to sit up but found herself too weak. As she crawled towards the sofa, someone held on to her ass. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she felt a hard cock being shoved into her love hole. She winced with pleasure. Her vagina had become so sensitive that there was too much pleasure for her to handle. She collapsed, her hands no longer able to support her. But this only lifted her ass, allowing the person behind her to shove his cock deeper into her. She moaned, letting herself succumb to the pleasure.

There was nothing else to do as she was too weak to move away. As she was being fucked from behind, she tried to look around her. It seems a full fuck fest was going on. Everywhere, her friends were making out. On the sofa. On the floor. On the bar. Against the wall. And she saw Cherie sandwiched fucked by two guys. She tried to see if the guy behind was fucking Cherie’s ass or was Cherie taking in two cocks in her cunt. But the guy fucking her had increased his pace. She closed her eyes as she released another round of her juice, wetting the carpet. The guy slapped her ass, as he also followed her, releasing his love juice next to hers on the carpet. Mel laid down exhausted. She turned around and saw that the person who had just fucked her was Teck Meng.

Fuck. She cursed herself. Teck Meng was nerdy, fat and pimply. But he was also brilliant in his studies. Leonard probably invited him to the party so that he can borrow his notes or get him to help him with his assignments. She needed to get away. It will be bad for her reputation if anyone saw her being fucked by Teck Meng. There will be no end to the snide remarks and callous jokes.

She managed to get to the sofa and lifted herself up. She walked unsteadily towards the bar and tried to sit down on one of the high stools. She lost her balance and almost fell but were grabbed by a pair of muscular hands. “You okay?” It was Abdul. “Yes, Sir!” Mel replied. Why was she mimicking Nicole, Mel thought to herself. It was weird. Like everyone else in the room, Abdul was naked. Nicole was right. Abdul’s circumcised cock looked different. “Fuck me, Sir!” Mel was surprised at what came out of her mouth. Was she crazy? Did she say that because she wanted Abdul’s cock? How can she betray Nicole like that?

But it was too late. Abdul had accepted the invitation and swept down, hugging her tightly and kissing her, his tongue invading every single crevice he could find. His hands attacked her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, sending her into waves of pleasure. He moved down quickly, squatting in front of her, licking and sucking her vagina as she tried to balance herself on the high stool while lost in her pleasure. Nicole was right. Abdul knows one or two things about giving pleasure. She has never felt this way before. Before long, she came again, squirting her love juice all over Abdul’s head, as she held tightly on to his short hair, her legs clamping hard against him, as her pleasure rode out in waves.

“My turn.” Abdul whispered softly as he carried Mel up in his strong muscular arms. He took Mel’s seat and sat her down on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. As Abdul leaned forwards, he turned Mel’s head up and kissed her. His hand supported her body, squeezing her breasts as he did so. As he pushed his cock into her, he pushed her forwards, allowing his cock to enter deeper into Mel. Mel gasped, as his cock brushed hard against her upper vagina walls, pressing against her pleasure points repeatedly. She was facing the window with the view of Marina Bay. There were fewer vehicles on the road now. It must be getting late. It was then that she caught sight of Nicole. She was lying side by side with Leonard near the window, doing a 69. She turned around to look at Abdul, hoping that he did not see Nicole cheating on him.

“Don’t think too much.” Abdul seemed to sense what was on Mel’s mind. “Everyone is just having fun at the party.” He pushed her down and stood up. Mel had her hands on the floor and her thighs held high by Abdul. In a wheelbarrow position, Abdul pushed deep into Mel, thrusting deeper with each stroke, eliciting screams of pleasure, each louder than the last. Mel was writhing in pleasure as her juices squirted uncontrollably out of her, each wave larger than the last. She tried to stay conscious but again she blacked out as her body could not take it any more. By the time she regained consciousness, she was lying on the floor near the bar. Abdul was nowhere to be found.

She laid down for a while, looking at her friends who seemed to be still engaged in sex all around the room. She sat up and saw a pair of legs jutting up from behind the bar. She crew over, curious to know who was behind the bar. It was Qing Long, the exchange student from China. He played basketball for his university and was very tall at 1.9 metres. Mel had avoided talking to him because his height always made her feel intimated. But now that he is lying down, he actually looked quite cute with his boyish charm and pale skin. The thing that most interested Mel was his cock. It looked so thick and long, and it was not even hard yet. Maybe tall guys have longer and larger dicks?

Mel could not stop herself and started sucking on it. She was getting to be quite a slut. As she sucked on it, she could feel it growing harder and longer. She was going to give up when she felt a hand stroking her hair. She turned and saw that Qing Long had woken up and was now sitting up. He smiled at her and helped her on her feet. Pressing her against the wall, he pushed his hard cock into her, fucking her in a standing position. Mel gasped as the long thick cock penetrated her. This was too good. But he was too tall and had to bend his knees awkwardly. He lifted both of her legs, carrying her. Her whole body was now resting on his cock, forcing her to accept his whole length. Mel blacked out again as the cock reached deeper than any other cock before Qing Long’s. She felt her vagina gagging, just like she would gag when taking in too large a cock in her mouth. She held onto Qing Long tightly, begging him to finish quickly, as she could not take it any more. He responded by banging her hard against the wall, finishing violently, in several hard, deep strokes. He released her, setting her down onto the floor. Mel was exhausted as she watched Qing Long’s man juice flow out of her sore vagina.

“You done?” It was Bryan, another exchange student from Finland. He had been popular with the girls, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Qing Long nodded and walked away. Without even asking Mel, he pulled her up and led her into the bedroom. The bedroom was dark and was lit up by the lights of the main room when the door was opened. Mel could see several bodies on the large bed and on the floor, engaged in sex. Familiar, soft, moaning noises were heard throughout the room. It was an orgy over here.

But Bryan did not intend to share her. He pushed her into the bathroom where it was empty and brightly lit. He turned her to face the mirror over the sink, parted her legs and started fucking her from behind. Mel could see herself in the mirror. There were patches of dried sperm all over her body, including on her hair and face. Bryan was squeezing her breasts but he did not look as if he was interested in her. From the mirror, Mel realised Bryan was a selfish lover, only interested in his own pleasure. He was just staring at his own cock plunging her hole, not even looking at her. Thrusting without much emotion, he came quickly, took his cock out, and left the bathroom without another word.

Mel was disappointed. She did not feel any pleasure from this fuck. This must be the worst one of the night. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It must be late. She should get some sleep.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw a space on the bed. She laid down to get some rest but she was not going to get any. An arm wrapped around her and hugged her from behind. The guy started kissing her nape, slowing caressing her and touching her all over her body. It was very slow and sensual foreplay. Slowly, she could feel her body responding, enjoying the excruciatingly slow and erotic movements that they made together. After what seemed like an eternity, the man moved his hands towards her vagina, slowly teasing her until she was drenched in her own juices. He fingered her expertly, and she orgasmed several times, her body writhing in pleasure, jerking herself against the man’s muscular body. She could smell a familiar scent that the man was wearing but could not quite make out what it was. Her hands reached behind her to touch the man’s cock. It was huge and hard. She guide it slowly into her, as the man entered her from behind. He turned her downwards towards the bed so that he was fucking her sideways. With her legs lifted up, it was scissors-style. Mel had a sudden thought. Tonight, she must have completed all the Kama Sutra positions. Was there anything that she had not done yet? The man went slow, pushing and pulling each stroke deliberately. Mel could feel the pleasure transversing throughout her love canal and coursing through her whole body. It lasted very long but finally, the man approached his own orgasm, increasing his pace only slightly, before hugging her tightly, pushing his cock one last time deep into her and delivering his love seed into her waiting womb. The man gave Mel a soft, warm kiss on her shoulder before turning away.

Mel felt a strong connection to this man. There was a warm, familiar feeling. And the scent. It made her feel that she should know this man. She wanted to know him better and maybe fuck him again. She sat up. The room was still dark and she could not see who was on the bed. There was also several people on the bed and a few more on the floor. The man could be any one of them. She was quite sure the man had not left the room as she did not see the light from the main room entering the bedroom. She saw a thin silver of light from the drawn curtains. It was already morning. She got up trying not to step on the people sleeping on the floors and drew open the curtains. The early morning light was just enough for her to make out the people in the room. She recognised most of the people in the room. There were about 5 men and 3 women in the room. One of the men was her brother. The familiar scent was CK One.

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ravenkinnie · 11 months

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what r ur thoughts about mel in general

mel is so mother, not in a bland girlboss way that people assign female characters they don't actually care about but don't want to be sexist but in a way that I imagine she could inflict emotional violence on me I would think about for decades and also in a gay way because she serves ultimate cunt. I don't like the two ends of the spectrum she gets though, it's either people thinking she is only an evil capitalist manipulator (she is a capitalist but let's not talk about arcanes class worldbuilding issues again lmao) or that she only ever had pure intentions - she did manipulate jayce, she absolutely did work her charm and found cracks in him she could dig her fingers in to make him work the way she wanted and THEN realised she genuinely cares for him. and I love that, I love that she likes a man who is stupider than her and then gets charmed by how earnest he is in his dumbassery

mels issue is fandom is that she's a black woman and people are racist djdjdjkdk and she's attached to a storyline and a man that is largely taken over in fandom landscape by a slash ship so she's always gonna lose, the fact that meljay is a rareship slays me dhsjjs and also her storyline starts kind of late in the season, like it doesn't really kick off until ambessa shows up and by then you have viktor committing unethical experiments and dying and the whole zaun storyline unfolding and everything surrounding jinx-silco-vi triangle is just so enrapturing in its insanity mel stood no chance

but ngl her storyline with ambessa has me gagged, I like gasped when ambessa went BECAUSE YOU WEAKENED ME like the way mel this whole time thought she just didn't live up to ambessas standard and then the realisation that ambessa felt like mel was putting her up to a standard she couldn't live up to and didn't want to accept and that the values she thought she couldn't embody that ambessa did are the reason she was exiled aaaaaaaaa. I hope they get more spotlight next season and noxus becomes more relevant because you see a set number of ways mother daughter relationships are portrayed in media and its rare that there's this sort of violence and strong mindedness present in them the way it often is in father son relationships. I love that mels arc is her rejecting her motherland and their values and building something for herself (like her taking off her family ring and voting for jayces peace treaty even tho the treaty was fucking stupid... jayce is real for that dumb idea just so we could get mels cunt moment and silcos mother coded sophies choice arc)

also there's mels brother who we don't know much about, we know that he was important to mel because duh he's her brother but also she looked up to him in some way. but because arcane moves so fast with its plot she doesn't even get a moment to grieve him

I don't write mel fics a lot tho, just because mel is somewhat smarter than me and that becomes an issue when she has to be written by me, a dumbass. and i cant combat that unlike with another character like with silco who is somewhat smarter than me but he is also extremely delusional and I can balance these out to make it work. acc maybe I need to figure out how to make her more delusional

anyways while I'm here here are mel fic recs: family study this mel/silco fic is one of my favorite arcane fics ever caitmel from linka my fellow Caitlyn Fucks warrior elora/mel that eats character study through being gagged over mels hair insane

#asks #arcane #mel medarda

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avrablake · 3 months

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OC Kiss Week: almost

I haven't written anything new in a long time so this was super fun.

Mel takes Gram to an art gallery and has a surprise for him.

TW: grief

(oops it was supposed to be cute but I made it sad)

Gram had been shit-faced in love before. It wasn’t a new feeling for him, but it was a feeling he thought he'd never feel again. He certainly never expected to feel this way about anyone other than Aly.

There was no denying it though. His whole body buzzed at the sight of her. The soft swaying shimmer of her dress under the twinkling chandeliers, together with the bobbing of her curls with every elegant step, acted like a hypnotic lure holding his attention solely on her. He licked his own lips as he watched hers move and he leaned slightly closer, the hum of her words drawing him in with a magnetic pull.

His fingers brushed hers, yearning for more contact. Her arm pressed against his as she moved closer. Though she didn’t pause her explanation, he knew she felt it too—the electricity between them.

He moved his hand to interlace his fingers with hers just as she slid her hand up to his elbow and tugged him toward the other room with an eager glint in her eye and color rising to her cheeks.

“Now that there are less people around, I want to show you my piece.”

The quiet hum of whispers from the main gallery faded away as they entered the smaller alcove. The room was lit only by soft lights gently spotlighting each art piece. The sparks growing between them seemed to catch fire in this dim quiet space. His body shifted, turning into hers as his opposite hand drifted up to meet hers resting on his arm.

“Gram, I—”

Her eyes met his nervously before darting away, her cheeks glowing pink even in the dim light. She turned and cleared her throat with an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

“Here. This one is mine. I painted it for you.”

He glanced reluctantly toward the painting on the wall, not wanting to look away from her for even a second.

His eyes were caught by the waves of red and he turned to face the painting fully, his hand falling away from Mel's, his breath leaving him all at once.

A field of green and white so lush he thought he could feel the plants against his fingers. The halo of blue sky overhead that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of the canvas. There, in the center, bright red flame of wavy hair and a billowing white dress glowing in the masterfully captured summer sunlight. The subject’s face was turned away, but he knew it—saw it every time he closed his eyes.

Aly.

Alyssa.

“Mel,” he breathed, and he was surprised to find he had any air in his lungs at all.

“I based it on the picture you have in your quarters. I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted you to have something.”

“It’s—"

There were no words.

No photograph could ever really capture her, bring her energy to life, but somehow every vivid brush stroke seemed to bring her back to life.

It made every inch of his body ache with the awareness that she wasn't really there.

He turned and wrapped his arms around Mel’s waist, pulling her close to him as though that heat smoldering between them could warm the cold void of loneliness eating away at his insides. His other hand slid to her cheek, through her soft hair. She leaned into him, her hand sliding up his chest, her face tilted up toward his.

He lowered his lips closer to hers, feeling the tickle of her breath against his skin. Instead of closing that last whisper of distance between them, he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, his other hand coming up to cup her face.

It wasn’t her who’s face he saw now. Instead of hazel eyes he only saw emerald. Instead of soft brown curls he saw wild waves of red.

He pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Mel. I—”

It wasn't fair. He wasn’t ready. He wanted to be.

She shook her head and took his hand, firmly interlacing her fingers with his.

That was enough for now.

He didn’t have to rush. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“It’s amazing, Mel. Thank you.”

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #ockissweek #gram #mel

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herschelkrustofsky · 4 months

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@artictea asked me about my krusty hcs and i might’ve… gotten a little carried away LOL. autistic rambling about my perception of a cartoon man under the cut

- he’s 6’0 and weighs 235 lbs… big boy

- he comes from a family of ukranian immigrants and used to live in lower east side manhattan. he and his dad moved to springfield when he was about 12

- his mom, rachel, died when he was 7

- he’s a leo and a closeted bisexual

- he was born in 1955, putting him in his mid 30s to early 40s during the nineties when the show is originally set… he’s around the same age as homer & marge and was a young man when hyman kicked him out of the house

- has been in the spotlight since roughly the early 1970s, working his way to the top (will have to speculate more on the specifics of this Soon)

- he has both autism and adhd but his adhd is a lot more obvious; he and bart have this in common

- i personally disagree with the show’s diagnosis of him as bipolar… i believe he is actually suffering from bpd (may elaborate on this more another time) and major depressive disorder

- for consistency’s sake and a myriad of other reasons, i don’t think he’s illiterate, either. he has dyslexia; hebrew tends to be easier for him to read than english. after the krusty gets busted incident, he started seeking treatment for it.

- he used to do a lot more crazy stunts on his show, but a series of injuries gradually put those on the back burner — particularly due to an incident where he was misfired from a cannonball and shattered his left knee, which started a dependency on painkillers (on that note, i think chronic pain is a real issue for him)

- similarly, his cocaine addiction started off as an attempt to treat stage fright and give himself some extra energy to perform

- he sincerely loves sophie and would do anything for her; matt groening himself confirmed that she is the most important person in his life. unfortunately, hersch is often consumed by his own vices, mental illness, and overall self-absorbed thinking, and therefore doesn’t / can’t spend the amount of time with his daughter that he’d like to. he hates himself for it and is gonna to need to seriously dedicate himself to cleaning his act up if he wants to have more than a week of custody with her every year (if we’re to believe take this tidbit from the show at face value and not as a joke)

- he has tried to make peace with erin, but she’s not interested, and the clearer it becomes that sophie isn’t living her best life with her mom, the more determined he will become to get his shit sorted out

- he and bob have a complicated history. prior to krusty gets busted, they’d slept together numerous times, but never “officially” entered a relationship. herschel was very jealous of bob’s sense of security in himself (especially within his sexuality), which unfortunately manifested in being way too aggressive with him on the show and putting bob in humiliating situations. herschel comes to regret his behaviour eventually and acknowledges that he deserved the punishment bob dished out on him (as seen in day of the jackanapes).

- mel once harboured a crush on him, and while it fizzled out over time, he still spends many years craving krusty’s approval. they once tried to sleep together, but herschel was unable to go through with it and started crying (he was reminded too much of bob and it was too soon after bob went to jail); it didn’t help that neither of them were sober at the time. they never tried again.

- though herschel can be quite flippant and dismissive of others, he genuinely does have issues with his memory due to multiple concussions, addiction, and neurodivergence.

- he and lois did date at one point and were in a pretty serious relationship, but she left when herschel’s many issues (understandably) became too much for her to bear. losing her is one of his biggest regrets.

- sees himself in bart, which is also why he isn’t great to him, unfortunately. self-recognition makes him uncomfortable. this gets better as they both get older and herschel realizes just how much bart is struggling at school and at home; eventually, he goes so far as to let bart stay over at his place when he and homer have serious fights.

- speaking of homer, he definitely approaches him around this time and has a stern word with him about maintaining a good relationship with his children. considering that hyman is long gone at this point, i’m sure you guys can understand why…

- is fond of marge, but would never romantically pursue her. not only because she’s married, but because she’s way too good for him and he knows it. she’s been through enough with that husband of hers as it is.

- he occasionally goes to moe’s tavern for a drink and considers him a pretty solid confidant. should they interact more, i could see them becoming a very chaotic pair of friends (or maybe friends who ground each other, who knows!)

- has drank with edna krabapple, too; they both share a similarly cynical worldview

- krusty would def be willing to play matchmaker for moe and mel in a timeline where he’s friendly with both and mentally well enough to think of other people’s needs

those are the major ones but i’m sure more will come to mind at some point!!

#sid’s hcs 🤡 🌈#krusty the clown #krustybob #krustycandy #maintagging for anyone who might be interested!

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graycats-arcane-blog · 2 years

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I want Viktor and Sevika to meet up in season two and complain together about how Jayce and Silco did them dirty. Find my long-winded train of thought below.

So, you’ve got two pairs of people united by their dreams: Jayce and Viktor share their “Hextech Dream;” Silco and Sevika dream of a free Zaun. They revolutionize their respective regions (“Not necessarily in a good way,” Ekko might add as he watches countless Trenchers become deformed by shimmer) with Hextech coming to symbolize Progress Topside while Silco’s gang gains decisive control over most of the Undercity.

Jayce and Silco become the “poster boys” of their respective dreams. Jayce’s face is splattered across posters and mugs all over Topside; Silco’s eye-symbol-thingy is found on buildings and signs in the Undercity. Viktor and Sevika, although they both pull enormous amounts of weight with regard to bringing their dreams alive, are absent from the spotlight. Why?

Viktor and Sevika prioritize the realization of their dreams to receiving credit. The same could be said for Jayce and Silco, but, well, someone needs to lead their movements, and they’ve got the charisma for it. Meanwhile, Viktor and Sevika remain in the shadows, even skipping out on opportunities to have their contributions acknowledged, like when Viktor declines Jayce’s invitation to appear on stage with him at the Progress Day Address, and when Sevika turns down Finn’s offer for them to overthrow Silco and take his place. They seem content to take a backseat – that is, until things go wrong.

Viktor asks Jayce why he’s immersing himself in politics when they should be doing science. Sevika warns Silco that his ward is literally blowing holes in their operations. Both have valid concerns, both see their dreams in jeopardy – and neither are taken seriously. Jayce is determined to be a political boi, and Silco, although he does talk to Jinx about the potential harm she’s caused to his mission, does not take steps to prevent her from future explosive behavior.

Jayce and Silco take on additional responsibilities – politics and parenthood – that they are NOT PREPARED FOR AT ALL. And, what do you know, they do poorly. Jayce attempts to reform a corrupt government only to end up participating in the corruption himself, cutting deals with other Councilors under Mel’s guidance. Silco attempts to strengthen a disturbed individual, but ends up shaping an individual who can (and does) destroy him and his plans for Zaun.

(And, yeah, it’s a lot more complicated than just that. We could say that Viktor is also corrupting the Hextech dream when he kills Sky with the Hexcore. We could say that Sevika didn’t do Silco any favors when she was harsh with Jinx. We could say Jinx would’ve messed stuff up even if Silco hadn’t raised her.)

My point is, if there were a fanfic where Viktor and Sevika meet up at a bar to drink and rant about watching their partner/boss flush their dreams down the toilet, I would savor every moment of it.

(I might also be tempted to write such a fic. Anybody else want to read about Viktor and Sevika being drinking buddies who rant at each other? No? Eh, I’ll probably write it anyway. Eventually.)

#Arcane #lol arcane #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #arcane silco #arcane sevika #Jayce & Viktor #Sevika & Silco #analysis #lol viktor #lol jayce #arcane analysis

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I classpected some of the Arcane characters according to my own interpretations. why? Because it’s fun.

Vi - Knight of Blood. holds the most responsibility and spends the whole story trying to find her sister and reconcile with her. Famously makes a strong connection with a high-class woman despite being of peasantry. Literally just fem!Karkat. Very good in combat, but also importantly uses the power of family and friendship and empathy to push through (even if she may seem mean and hotblooded at first glance like Karkat).

Powder/Jinx - Bard of Life. Starts out well-meaning, but rebellious, is upset that no one can seem to understand her potential, becomes extremely depressed and angry, associated with bombs and explosions. “Jinxes” everything, stealing is something she often does. Passively destroys life, aka kills by accident.

Caitlyn - Sylph of Mind. Logical and rational and associated with detective work and justice like Terezi. She literally says “the city needs healing”, and is kind, but not cushy. Sylph of Mind, but much more active, ghosting Maid? Genuinely does want to help others, especially Undercity residents even when the council and her parents disagree. She is a strong believer in justice, and can help a person set their mind to it. Also thoroughly helps Vi’s mental state a lot, keeping her grounded. Bit of an “only sane woman” trope.

Jayce - Page of Light. Very Page-y, almost like Jake English really. Starts out kind of lacking in Light (knowledge), he is smart, but naive and tends to be confused and indecisive at first, but grows tremendously and has a lot of power in knowledge, luck and fortune later on...even using it in more unsavory ways. Inspires others, brings knowledge and fortune to others (to Piltover especially), but has the weakness of being egotistical, sometimes indecisive, and overly ambitious.

Viktor - Mage of Void. He absolutely has Mage vibes (suffering and knowing like Sollux) and has Void vibes (Secretive, mysterious and lonely, Jayce outright says “he disappears sometimes”, connected with Horrorterrors)...combine this to make a very lonely, isolated man who tends to keep secrets and does not want to be in the spotlight. He still wants knowledge, but in a different approach, and clearly suffers from this isolation and ostracism, being dismissed by others, even those he grew to befriend (Jayce).

Silco - Prince of Blood. This one’s obvious...like with Vi he values bonds and ties and has a strong focus on relationships with other people, just in a fucked up and evil way, so he’d be a destroyer class in contrast. Very Prince-y. Tells Jinx that her sister abandoned her, no one likes her except for him, and that betrayal is inevitable (see: his brother). Genuinely does love Jinx, just in a very manipulative and destructive way.

Mel - Witch of Light. Very strongly associated with good luck, knowledge and fortune as she’s the richest councillor in the group, and is pretty good at manipulating others, though with good intentions this time. Has the ability to change the knowledge and luck for others, exemplified by her status as councillor and her role in voting.

Ekko - ??? of Time? I’m having some trouble here, he’s very much time based in combat but he also feels like Life or Hope given his goals and motivations and symbolism? I don’t want him to be a knight because then he’d basically just be Dave 2.0.

#arcane #homestuck #arcanestuck #lol?#vi #caitlyn #jayce #viktor #mel #silco #ekko

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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Forced to Believe Chapter 6- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 1

Author's Note: Usually for the Total Divas episodes, I just put in the scenes that I wanted Melanie to be in. These are going to be pretty short chapters. But once in a while it'll be long

Just so there isn't any confusion This in bold and parenthesis: Melanie (hey guys! I'm Melanie) This means talking in the confessional. You know when they are on the green screen discussing what happened on the show. That's what I meant.

if it is in italics then that means it is showing what is happening on TV.

If it is in normal font then that means it is happening in real time, right now. Hope that helps.

Chapter Summary: Melanie stars in the first season of Total Divas and prepares for Wrestlemania while befriending the new girls, Jojo and Eva Marie

Words: 3,000+

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'10 days before WrestleMania, Tampa, FL'

Melanie walks into the gym, wearing gray sweatpants, sneakers, a sports bra, and a gray hoodie with her gym bag over her shoulder.

Melanie (Hey guys! I'm Melanie Laurer, better known as the violent and wild Morgan Lopez. I'm more nicer than my character and am sometimes laid back. But when I bite my tongue for too long, I keep it real. When it comes to being a WWE diva, all I want to do is entertain you. That's it, no being jealous of anyone being in the spotlight, like, I will find a way to entertain you. If I gotta get put through a table for entertainment, haha, then I will do it)

"There she is," Jon greeted with a grin, wearing shorts. Melanie laughed and hugged him.

Melanie (Ever since I started the storyline with The Shield, we all got to hang out more, so it was a win win situation. We all go way back. Especially Jon and I. Way, way back.)

"How was Philly and your flight?" Colby asked

"Not that bad. The fam are coming to support me. So, I have to manage Randy's team and have a match. Stress..." Melanie sighed, hoping everything goes well. She really wanted to give it her all.

"Yeah, I see some grey hairs." Colby pointed out.

"You fucking serious!?" Melanie exclaimed as she looked at her hair in the mirror.

Colby laughed. "Nah. Just fucking with you."

Melanie hit him on the shoulder. "Jerk..."

Joe walked over to the gang with a water bottle. "Hey Mel."

"Joe!" Melanie happily yelled and ran to hug him.

Melanie (Joe is...like my teddy bear. He's super sweet. Colby is the guy who always likes to have a good laugh with me and mess with me. And Jon is my best friend. We helped each other out in the ring, practiced our storyline, talked about our memories in the indies, and we really got closer. I am grateful for my boys. They are the best.)

"Hey! I didn't get a hug!" Colby playfully pouted.

"You have to earn one." Melanie pointed

"Bull, come here." Colby gave her a bear hug as she laughed

Melanie (When I met the three of them, we all clicked. We've known each other for years and to do this storyline and stuff, it's so fun. I did...a lot of damage to The Shield. But I liked it because it was a challenge to be able to act out a very violent, feisty, personality like Morgan so it took me a while to adjust to the character. I hope I'm doing a good job. If it wasn't for the fans, I wouldn't be here today. Right now, I cannot wait for WrestleMania. I have to manage Randy Orton's team to decide my fate at WrestleMania and I go up against Alicia Fox. It's going to be off the chain!)

"Can we practice the pose? How do you do it?" Melanie asked.

"You stick your fist out like this," Jon demonstrated

"Cool, but I'll be doing it my own way."

"Already being a rebel," Joe said with a low chuckle.

"See?" She looked for approval as she had her fist up in the air and looked up.

"You know, I like it." Jon nodded.

"Yeah." Joe agreed

Colby nodded. "Awesome."

Melanie (I haven't been in divas matches in a while so I can prepare for WrestleMania. I have been training a lot. I can't wait for my first match at the PPV. This is going to be awesome.)

After their workout, Colby tried to hug Melanie while he was sweaty. "Who wants a hug?"

"Ew, get away!" Melanie exclaimed and he chased her around the gym with Jon and Joe laughing.

"Fine, I'll take your grapes in your bag," Colby said and went through her gym bag.

"No! Not my grapes!" Melanie yelled but Colby grabbed a handful and started eating some. "Colby! You jerk!" she threw a water bottle at him but he ducked and it hit Jon in the face.

"Wow!" Colby laughed out loud with Joe.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" Melanie covered her mouth, looking shocked while Jon playfully glared at her.

'7 days till WrestleMania, Newark, NJ'

Melanie walks in to see Jane (Head of talent relations) and Mark talking to Nattie.

Melanie (So I get a call from Jane about some new girls that we're getting. New girls, huh? Interesting.)

"Hi, is this a bad time?" Melanie asked.

"Oh no, I'm glad you're here." Jane greeted.

Nattie smiled and hugged her. "Melanie!"

"Hey Nattie!"

Nattie (Melanie is one of the sweetest, most down-to-earth women I know. Completely different from her in-ring character. She really has potential in the WWE and I am looking forward to watching her match to prove it at WrestleMania.)

"So there are two new girls coming here. Nattie will be showing them around." Jane informed

"Awesome." Melanie said with a grin.

"You seem excited."

"Yeah, I actually wouldn't mind showing them around too if that would be okay."

"You want to show them around with Nattie?"

"Why not? Nice to know new people. Well, if you're okay with it."

Melanie (Sometimes I can have a bad habit of putting myself into situations without people's say in it. I should stop that...but hey, it'll be cool to help them out, why not?)

Jane chuckled. "It's alright. You can show them around too."

Melanie (When I looked into Nattie's eyes, all I see is pain and disappointment.)

"Are you okay?" Melanie asked her.

"I um, won't be wrestling in a match at WrestleMania." Nattie revealed with a frown.

"Oh man..."

"There will be two divas matches. You and Alicia Fox, to prove you should stay here, and the Bellas..." Jane began.

Melanie (Well, once I heard the Bellas I was like, go figure.)

"...with Cody and Damien against The Funkadactyls, Brodus and Tensai." Jane continued

Melanie (I'm glad Trinity and Ariane have a match. They really deserve it.)

"Mark." Brie greeted, walking over to them.

"There she is." Mark smiled and gave her a hug.

Brie (Oh look...it's Melanie...icing on the cake...)

"Hey!" Melanie greeted politely

"Melanie, hi. Nattie." Brie greeted with a fake smile.

"Brie," Nattie said with a smile.

Melanie (Yeah the vibes are weird. I know her and sister don't like me. But I don't care, I'm going to keep it cordial)

"We're getting new girls," Melanie announced with excitement.

"Really?" Brie raised a brow.

"Yeah. So I heard you will have a WrestleMania match."

"Yeah, I'm so excited."

Brie (Newbies...first we got to deal with Melanie who is a high rising diva because she feuds with The Shield and is among the top superstars to go against them and now we have to deal with two more? Newbies are not divas, they're trying to be.)

JoJo and Eva Marie arrive. "Hi!" They both excitedly greet with a smile.

"You're JoJo and Eva Marie, the new girls right?" Mark asked.

"Yes." JoJo responded.

Eva Marie (When we meet Jane, I'm already freaking out. Like, this is a dream)

While JoJo and Eva Marie talk to Jane, Nattie and Melanie sit down.

"I really want to be in a storyline with you one day. Maybe I could be a heel and you a face or something. I just really do wish that you had a match." Melanie told Nattie.

"Melanie, this match is for you to prove that you should be here. There's always next year. But you earned your match. It's just unfair how the Bellas get to be the center of attention and be on all these shows. That is what I'm upset about." Nattie frowned.

"Yeah, I kind of agree."

Jane walked up to them with Brie, and the new girls. "Come meet the new girls."

Brie and Nattie introduce themselves.

"Hi, I'm Melanie!"

"Hi, I'm Eva Marie."

JoJo smiled. "I'm JoJo."

JoJo (There is something about Melanie that just made me feel back at home and just reminded me that everything is okay. I can see her as a sister figure to me.)

"Nattie will be your guide along with Melanie who will keep a lookout for you." Jane informed them.

"So excited. Like, if you guys need anything, we're here for you. Like if you have hair problems or a midlife crisis." Nattie added.

"I'm glad you said that. Eva here will be a blond." Jane announced

"I think you look nice like that. I mean, there's only room for one blond." Nattie said as everyone laughed. "I'm just kidding."

Nattie (WWE wants the divas to stand out. Eva can't have brown hair because she'll look like a Bella twin. But Hello! Heh, heh, Natalya's blond. I'm right here, you have a blond girl already.)

Melanie (Whoa, whoa, whoa, what? Blond? What the heck? I'm sorry but I can't imagine her as a blond. I would do a hair color that will really make her stand out and look different. Do blue or purple or something. Make her really stand out instead of it always being a blonde, brunette or a raven-colored diva)

"What do you think about that?" Melanie asked.

"Freaking out." Eva Marie replied

"Welcome to WWE." Brie replied as everyone chuckled.

'5 days till WrestleMania, WrestleMania Dress Rehearsal'

Melanie (I have been working on a nice entrance for WrestleMania, in honor of my cousin Chyna. So, I got permission and everything is going well)

Melanie walked backstage in her WrestleMania ring attire with The Shield.

"So can somebody drag or carry me out the ring? When The Shield win the match? And I can try to struggle and stuff?" Melanie thought of some ideas for the match.

"Dibs." Jon raised his hand with a grin.

"I'm not surprised."

"This is going to be funny at WrestleMania." Colby said as Melanie and The Shield agreed.

All of a sudden, they see Vincent (Ariane's boyfriend) getting angry.

"I'll talk to his ass. Fuck this job. He shouldn't talk to you like that. I'll kick his ass. I'll go to the locker room right now and fuck his ass up." Vincent exclaimed angrily

Trinity (Me and Ariane are like in a marriage. If something happens to her, it happens to me. You can get fired over stuff like this.)

"I don't care who you are. You can be the President of The United States. I don't give a fuck." Vincent went on.

"I'm just gonna get dressed," Ariane said and walked away, upset.

Jon (Jimmy Uso) said to Vincent, "You're not going to do anything."

"No, I'm gonna fuck his ass up." Vincent huffedd

"No, just try to relax. Just step outside and go." Nattie replied, trying to calm him down.

Nattie (Luckily I was able to calm him down and prevent him from getting his ass kicked.)

"I hope everything is okay," Melanie murmured.

"They'll handle it." Colby patted her on the shoulder.

Melanie (I'm just going to mind my business and hope that everything will get settled.)

'2 days till WrestleMania'

Jon, wearing jeans, a shirt and a cap meets Melanie in her hotel room.

"Knock knock." Jon announced, opening the door.

"Hey." Melanie greeted with a grin and hugged him.

"You looked stressed."

"Why is everyone saying that? I'm all right."

"It's WrestleMania. You're not all right." Jon let out a laugh. Melanie stuck her tongue out at him and sat down on her bed. "So what are your plans tonight?"

"Well, I'm going to the Sandy Relief Party. Wanna come with me?"

"Oh boy..."

Melanie laughed. "I have no problem dragging you there. Come on. And plus, you can help me pick out a dress."

"Mel, you're going to be the death of me. I'll be with the boys tonight, was wondering if you wanted to hang with us. But since you'll be at the party, maybe next time."

"You know who I want you to be for Halloween?"

"What?"

"A wild guess."

"The Joker?"

"Yes! That'll be awesome. Have the makeup and stuff."

"How did our conversation change from the party to Halloween? You're goofy."

Melanie hit him with a pillow. "I am not."

Melanie (You know, ever since me and Jon started to work together in the WWE, we've gotten closer and our friendship has gotten even more random. Haha. We sometimes talk in random conversations and say random words. This started a few years ago actually)

"Bananas." Jon said.

"Grapes!"

"Sweet."

"Sour!"

"Why are you yelling?"

"I'm not yelling!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes-" Jon began but got attacked multiple times by Melanie's pillow. Jon laughed and started to tickle her as Melanie laughed.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Melanie exclaimed.

'WWE Sandy Relief Party'

Melanie wears a nice black dress and has her hair up into a bun with hair on the side. She gets out of the limo and sees white flashes as people take pictures.

"Wow." Melanie looked around in amazement.

Melanie (This is my first red carpet. So it was really cool.)

"Morgan! Morgan! Over here!" Paparazzi yelled as she smiled and waved

"Hey!" Melanie said and then walked in as she saw Eva Marie and JoJo. "Hey guys! I love your hair." She hugged them.

Melanie (Eva Marie's hair looks awesome. She really stands out. Red suits her really well.)

"Jane was okay with it?" Melanie asked.

"Yeah, but she gave me a warning," Eva replied.

"It looks really good." The Bellas come by.

"Wow." Brie said.

Nikki (I thought Eva Marie was supposed to be this blond bombshell.)

Later on, Melanie gets ready to go out to the red carpet but Jon walks up to her in dress clothes. Melanie laughed and clapped her hands. "You have got to be kidding me! Why is it that you like to surprise me and prank me?"

Jon laughed and hugged her. "Couldn't resist." They walk to the red carpet.

Melanie (I feel bad for Nattie and how she has to work. I thought Renee Young was supposed to do this.)

Nattie (It sucks working while the divas have fun. Once again, I'm on the sidelines looking in.)

After taking photos with some divas, Melanie takes some photos with Jon which sparked interest in the crowd and then they all go inside.

Let the dating rumors begin.

"We are here with Dean Ambrose and Morgan Lopez, how are you two?" The interviewer asked

"We're loving every second of it, it's just so awesome to be here," Melanie replied with a smile.

"Yeah, supporting charities, it's been a hectic week so far," Jon added.

"So are you two dating or whatnot?" The interviewer asked abruptly.

"Um..." Jon and Melanie look at each other.

Melanie (I dunno, something about that question made me think more about Jon. It's like...when people ask you questions about if you're dating your best friend, it sometimes gives you thoughts in your head.)

"You'll find out pretty soon," Jon smirked and put his arm around Melanie's shoulders.

Melanie (Huh?)

"Interesting. Well, enjoy your night, thank you for your time."

"What was that about?" Melanie asked as Jon shrugged. "I'm gonna go hang with the new girls for a few, you cool?"

"Yeah, Colby and Joe are here, I'll be fine."

"Okay," Melanie said and walked over to the new girls. "How do you like it so far?"

"It's my first red carpet." Eva Marie happily said.

"It's my first too. Isn't it awesome?"

"Yeah." Eva Marie replied as they all laughed.

Meanwhile, Steve Tisch, the owner of the NY Giants, talked with the Bellas.

"You see the three newbies over there?" Nikki asked.

"Well, two of them." Brie corrected

"Actually it's the three of them." Nikki pointed to Melanie as well. "Look how comfortable they are."

Nikki (We need to get our intimidation on. We are veterans)

Melanie walked over to Jon, Colby and Joe to hang out with them. Eva Marie and JoJo were taking pictures with one of the celebrities but then Nikki came over.

"I don't mean to be a photo bomb but I need some more champagne." Nikki gave a glass to Eva. "Oh, and Brie needs a glass too. She's really thirsty."

Melanie (Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not going to just sit here and let you do this. Are you kidding me right now? No one is your maid, get your own freaking drink. Seriously? Who does that?)

Eva Marie (Are you kidding me right now? Like bitch, please.)

Eva Marie and JoJo come back with the Bella's drinks. "Wait a minute," Nikki said as she took some photos with Brie.

Melanie walked over to the Bellas. "That was uncalled for." She said with disapproval while Nikki shrugged and smiled. "No for real, grow up,"

Eva Marie (That will only happen one time. One.)

Melanie (Shit like that makes my blood boil...)

JoJo and Eva give them their drinks. "Thank you!" Nikki replied.

"So much!" Brie added

Melanie (Jeez, it's like they are full of themselves because they are dating big time superstars and think they have power over the divas division. It's corny. They need to cut it out)

Melanie walked with the new girls. "Don't let them walk all over you just because you're new. And JoJo, don't let them manipulate you because you're young. I'm here for you girls."

Eva Marie and JoJo thanked her and hugged her. "That will only happen one time though." Eva Marie declared as Melanie noddded

'1 day before WrestleMania'

Melanie (Well, after I got done talking to the Technical producer, he said there was a problem with the bazooka gun. So there's a chance I might not do the entrance I want to do. I'm worried and have my fingers crossed that everything will be okay. I really just want to rock this entrance.)

'WrestleMania day'

Melanie (Today is the biggest day of my life! It's WrestleMania! Everything is alright with the match with The Shield, but I still have to see if the firework gun is working. I hope they'll still let me use it.)

Melanie is backstage with the technical producer. "The bazooka had some kinks in it but it's fixed now and you'll be using it for your entrance."

"Yes!" Melanie shouted happily. "Thank you so much!"

Melanie (We are in business baby!!)

'Later'

Melanie has her casual attire on as WrestleMania starts.

Nattie (We get to see Melanie in action.)

"You think she's nervous?" Eva Marie asked as she watched the TV with the others.

'In The Ring'

The Shield go to ringside and get together as they look at Randy and his team. Dean stares at Morgan and smirks. He blows her a kiss and Morgan starts to have a worried look on her face and looks away from him.

"Oh wowwww, he blew her a kiss!" Jojo exclaimed.

"That's hot." Eva Marie grinned

"Who do think is going to win?" JoJo asked.

"I'm rooting for Orton." Nattie said

"The Shield." Eva Marie replied with a grin.

"Spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed as Ambrose covered Orton.

"I think he has it," JBL said.

"1! 2!" The ref began.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" King exclaims.

"3!" The ref said as Morgan screamed "No!"

"Here are your winners! The Shield!" Lilian announced.

"Oh my gosh!" Eva Marie exclaims. "Awesome!"

"Oh no, they won." JoJo says.

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'Moments later'

Melanie goes to meet up with the new girls. "That was an adrenaline rush. Over 80,000 people. It's crazy." She said with a grin and hugged Nattie.

Melanie (My night isn't over yet, I still have a match.)

She puts on her ring attire. She goes to sit on one of the storage boxes and listens to music to calm herself down.

Melanie (I'm shaking, my body has butterflies all over. I'm so nervous...)

"Melanie is up next!" Nattie announced with a grin.

Morgan's theme comes on and the crowd screams

"Do you hear how loudly the fans are cheering?" JoJo asked in amazement.

"That's insane." Eva looked impressed.

Morgan walks out with a bazooka gun just like Chyna and looks at the crowd with a smirk. She shoots it as the crowd goes wild.

Nikki (That entrance was too explosive for a WWE diva. Period.)

Alicia picks Morgan up and throws her to the turnbuckle. She walks over and picks her up onto the top and then prepares for a suplex.

"Oh no no no!" Eva Marie exclaimed and looked away as Alicia hits Morgan with a suplex.

"I hope she's okay." JoJo looked on with worry.

"She is. She's been through worse. She got triple powerbombed by The Shield once." Nattie mentioned.

"What!?" JoJo yelled while Nattie nodded in response.

Morgan starts to fight back and gain momentum. She kicks Alicia and runs to the ropes to do a hurricanrana but Alicia counters with a powerbomb as the crowd yells 'Oh!' Morgan holds her head.

"Oh my god, she looks really hurt." Nattie said with worry.

"I hope she's okay. She did take a hard fall." Eva Marie looked on.

Morgan sits on her back as she is lying face down on the mat. She grabs hold of Alicia's wrists and crosses her arms under her chin and pulls back on her arms to cause pressure, like a straight jacket as she yells a long and loud battle cry.

"What kind of submission is this?!" King exclaimed.

"Oh my god, that looks so awesome!" JoJo cheered.

"Wow." Eva Marie said in amazement.

"That submission looks painful, I would never want that on me." Nikki shook her head.

"Do you submit!?" The ref asks.

"Yes!" Alicia choked out and the ref signaled to ring the bell.

After Melanie's match, she walks backstage to get hugged by Nattie, Eva Marie and JoJo. Melanie laughed as she had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Congrats on the match! You did so good!" JoJo said with a smile.

"Thanks guys." Melanie sniffed

"Aw, come here." Nattie pulled her in for another hug

Melanie (I have never felt so electrified besides going to a wrestling event to watch The Rock in action. I can't believe that I just had my match. My body is aching but it was all worth the pain.)

Melanie hung out with Nattie and the new girls. "The Bellas are up! The Bellas are up!" Nattie exclaimed as Undertaker's match ended.

"Awesome!" Melanie cheered. "I can't wait to see Trin and Ariane!"

Melanie (I really can't wait to see them all in action. I'm curious to see who will win.)

All of a sudden, Cena's theme comes on. "What?" Melanie asked in confusion.

Nattie (I know something's not right here because all of a sudden, I see John Cena out in the ring. The girls were supposed to be before this match.)

"Weren't they supposed to be up before this?" Melanie asked.

"Yeah. Let's see what's going on." Nattie said and they walked to where the Bellas were.

"What happened? You guys should be up." Melanie said.

"When are you coming out?" Nattie asked.

"Uh, never," Ariane replied in disappointment.

"We got cut." The Bellas, Trinity and Ariane say in a disappointed tone.

"Why?" Melanie asked.

"The match before us went way over." Nikki replied as Melanie, Nattie and the new girls looked shocked.

Nikki (This was supposed to be me and Brie's first WrestleMania match. For it to be taken away like that, it hurts. And it sucks that Melanie gets to have a match and she hasn't even been here for a year.)

"I feel like if I show any emotion, I'm going to flip." Nikki huffed.

"I'm so sorry you guys," Nattie frowned.

"I gotta take a second." Trinity said and walked out. Ariane and Melanie walk after her to hug her.

Nattie (I'm just glad we had at least one divas match.)

"Are you okay...?" Melanie asked.

"Just so...disappointed." Trinity sniffed as they walked into the diva's locker room. "I only have a couple more years here. I want kids and stuff. Four more years, I'm gonna be 30. Am I still gonna be chasing for WrestleMania?"

"Yeah, we're gonna get to Mania." Ariane said as they all laugh

"We'll try again next year. Phew, I need a drink or two."

"Drinks are on me tonight," Melanie suggested with a grin.

#forced to believe #total divas #the shield 4th member #dean ambrose x oc

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zonecode · 1 year

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I’m officially throwing in the towel and saying that I won’t be getting any proper writing done today? But I will give one more headcanon that I have before calling it tonight. I’ve got some ideas for Cream’s mom, and I say that Vanilla was a complete badass in her earlier life before settling down for the family life. And not that she doesn’t retain her kickass skills, it’s just that they’re not her priorities anymore.

Prior to having Cream, she was in the same line of work as Rouge, if you’d believe it. She worked with the government as a professional spy doing espionage. Like, we’re on some Bl.ac.k Wi.do.w stuff, some Cri.ms.on Pa.w stuff for those who’ve watched Th.e B.ad G.uys. She had covers for her covers, she could move silently under the veil of the night. Lockpick and slip into any building she needed to get in. And she could be rather. ehem. Charming~ when she needed to be, taking a person off and using that moment of weakness to pick them off.

She did this work for a good chunk of her life. She’s currently in her early thirties and my Cream is nine. She realized her knack at getting things she wanted the illegal way around her teenaged years, picking it up professionally all throughout her twenties. During that time, she made a name for herself, made a good sum of money, and even had a bit of an ego after she improved her skills to such a heightened degree.

Yet during it all, she couldn’t help but get the sensation that she peaked a little too early. She had lived the highs of adventure, and already she seemed ready to relax. To settle down. That’s when her sweetheart Mel (th. the food joke is caramel. laugh.) was discovered. He was just a standard citizen that had nothing to do with the insane and mixed-up life that she lived. It was... nice. It was a good slice of normalcy that she didn’t know she desperately needed.

From there, it was a split life she was living. Go off into untold dangers where her life could be ended should one false step in the spotlight be taken, come home to a loving boyfriend that enacted great stories with her like they were two players on a stage all to themselves. Cooking and making up on-the-spot recipes, cackling at how bad their improv meal was and deciding to order out instead. It was a beautifully simple side of life that Vanilla never got to experience before, really. At least, not with someone else so delightful.

And eventually, she had a child! Her darling Cream... it became all too hard to return to the side of life that didn’t have Cream and Mel in it. For just like that, none of it was worth it anymore. The dangers could take her life away, she could lose the loves of her life if she weren’t careful! So she began to look for a way to throw in the towel and end off this adventurous life of hers. It had been fun, but her desires had changed. She had her fun, it was time to rest now.

So when her two lives converged, resulting in the death of her dearly beloved, it seemed as though existence had a different path for the Rabbit family. In her line of work, you can catch the eye of some very dangerous people. It was those same dangerous people that tracked Vanilla to her home in an effort to take everything away from her. And they were half-successful, taking Cream’s father from the world and leaving the mother-daughter pair on their own.

Vanilla escaped with her daughter who had to be no older than a few months to a year old at the time. And it was directly after that that Vanilla decided that it was over, that she was done living her split life. The good thing about her skillset was that Vanilla was extremely good at disappearing when she wanted to. So that’s what she did. Vanished off of the grid, changed her entire appearance so that she’d be just about unrecognizable to those who wanted to find her, and erased herself from every data bank that she could.

Now her life was living for herself and her daughter, working a standard job, and facing the hardships that came with being a single mother. Though, from living so far from society as Vanilla waited her past life to blow over, it was there where Cream learned to be so grateful for the things she received in life.

Vanilla had to give up most of everything in order to disappear properly, so it wasn’t always that Cream could have what she wanted, for what she needed was more important. That’s where the young rabbit’s earliest memories begin... living simplistically. So she was gracious for everything that she could have, even learning empathy at an extremely young age. As she knew what it was like to be without things your heart wanted.

But adventuring apparently runs in her blood. When eggman kidnapped Vanilla in Sonic Advance 2, Cream was out there doing what she needed to save her mom. It was upsetting at first, Vanilla was terrified of what could become of her sweet precious daughter if she becomes like mother, but... Vanilla was never bad at what she did, she just flew a little too close to the sun if you ask her. She did espionage, she worked alone. So she’s VERY adamant about Cream always going out with a friend if she’s going to continue having adventures.

That’s why she got Cream a Chao. So she’d always have a partner out on the field, so to speak. Got Cheese and Chocola at the same time. vanilla was feeling really Really lonely after Mel’s death, but she didn’t want Cream to feel the same. So she got Cheese, and... Vanilla got Chocola for herself. As a treat.

#(CREAM || HEADCANONS.)#(VANILLA || HEADCANONS.)#(SAVED.) ''Straight past the Star Post!''#((me who doesnt even plan on having vanilla as a main character on this blog; just a side to cream: anyways here's her entire backstory))#((idk just. kickass mom. i really want vanilla to be kickass. be respectful or she will Break You))#((everyone fears her for a fucking Reason. they know what she can do. dont be the sorry son of a bitch on the receiving end))

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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 1 year

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#Repost @theraiderroom

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Recently NFL Network has spotlighted the Raiders President Sandra Douglas Morgan and contributions she’s made towards football in a short amount of time.

Here is what SDM has said about being a woman in the position she’s in.

"Being the first Black woman to lead an NFL franchise is incredibly humbling," Douglass Morgan said. "And just knowing that so many Black women have been involved in sports, and women in general have been involved in sports at different levels in leadership and management – to be able to now be more visible and hopefully giving women and girls more opportunity to think about different career paths they may have."

"I think the best is yet to come. And with this next generation. ... It's commonplace to them to know that women can be in all levels at any sports organization."

As a father of 2 little girls it is nice to see women getting more involved and holding positions of power in the world of sports. I want my daughters to live life knowing they can accomplish any and everything they put their mind to. Thank you @sdmraiders1 for being part of the change and being a great example of what hard work can do.

#WomensHistoryMonth

#Repost @wearepushblack

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Contrary to popular belief, the Civil Rights movement wasn’t that long ago, and many of the people that fought for us are still alive. Now one of them is fighting to have her “criminal” record cleared.

#goodtrouble #claudettecolvin #rosaparks #PushBlack #BlackHistory

#Repost @eastbay_yesterday

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Betty Reid Soskin is famous for being “America’s oldest national park ranger” (she retired last year at 100 years old!), but long before her career at @rosietheriveternps she co-founded the Bay Area’s first Black-owned record shop with her husband, Mel. In the 1940s, Reid’s Records was one of the only local sources for blues, jazz, and gospel music. In the post WW2 years, they played a pivotal role in bringing Black musicians to the Bay, including people like Rev. CL Franklin and his teenage daughter… Aretha! Over the years, the Reids faced many challenges -- from being denied bank loans to getting their building bombed by drug dealers! (You can hear those stories in episode 52 of the podcast). In 2019, the shop finally shut down after +75 years in business, but they left behind an amazing legacy… including this 1989 photo of Betty behind the counter, looking superfly in an Adidas track jacket. What a legend! Anyway, I just wanted to share that story, because I wrote an article about new East Bay record stores the other day (see my linktree) and the Betty story didn’t really fit into that piece, but I really want to acknowledge her amazing contributions to the local music scene. #queen #berkeley #womenshistorymonth #bayarea

#women's history 365 #black history 365

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preggomancer · 2 years

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Hey dude, I just want to say that I love your art, and I really, REALLY appreciate your inclusion of Tulip into your selection of characters. Like not only is she really pretty and super lovable, but she's a designated, explicitly trans woman, which is, at least in my experience pretty rare. I've followed the preg kink art "Scene" if you want to call it that for a while and you are one of 3... maybe 4 artists I know with transfemme characters, out of like a few dozen.

It's prooobably a weird thing to care about at all, but it's nice to see myself represented in this kink circle. Trans men, cis women, and even cis men get all kinds of great preg kink art and it's awesome, but I feel like trans women just don't get much time in the spotlight here and so it means a lot when it comes up.

Tulip kind of itches a small but important scratch, for me at least, because she shows that pregnant trans women are a thing people think about and want as part of the sphere of this stuff and that's just nice to see.

Anyway I'm starting to ramble. You're awesome, Tulip is sweet, and I'm happy you're back to share your work!

Oh also unrelated but Mel is HOOOOOOT and if they were my T.A. I'd have perfect attendance and a rotten grade.

AGH THATS SO NICE TO HEAR

Truly, that’s not weird at all and I’d honestly like to see more people thinking like that. It’s odd how many people act like as soon as you enter kink you can just stop thinking about morality and respectful representation… Plus, for me the art on this blog is like 50% about the kink and 50% about indulging in just drawing a bunch of trans people being happy and loving themselves because I’m trans and I want to be happy and love myself, dammit!! Im excited to draw more Tulip when I have a bit of time!

#ask #not mart

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detectivereads · 11 months

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Nancy Drew Warning at Waverly Academy #21 PC game thoughts

This post is purely fan entertainment, I'm not being paid.

This is, in my opinion, one of the best games ever. A mystery at a boarding school, what more could you ask for and not only that you’re undercover and this mystery has to do with Edgar Allen Poe, like you couldn’t ask for a better game than that.

Much like the other topics that I covered in my PC thought topics there was one unsolved mystery that I couldn’t figure out and here is me speculating the idea of what was going on and who the culprit was.

*Spoilers* (I like to think at this point you have watch or played the game to completion, so spoilers are inbound)

At one point of the game, you must sneak out of your dorm room in the middle of the night without getting caught by the dorm mother (she sounds very strict and has no tolerance for mischief) Paige. Close to morning hours we hear an ear shattering scream and then Paige tells us if we leave our dorms we will be in big trouble.

I have several theories of who was screaming.

Izzy Romero- Izzy seems to be the kind of girl that loves to have the spotlight on her and could come up with an excuse to get out of trouble, at one point we do find out that she does sneak out of the dorms, but she seems to be reluctent. However, I don’t see her screaming that would still get her in trouble and I think at this point of the school year she is trying not to make waves that could jeopardize graduation.

Mel Corbalis- Ok out of all the girls I think Mel sneaks out the most to enjoy a nighttime stroll in the moonlight. Also, I don’t think she would get caught (she is the only girl that wears all black to make it hard to see at night). I don’t see her really screaming to cause panic. (She is the Wednesday Addams of the Nancy Drew world)

Leela Yadav- She is the only girl I cannot see sneaking out, she is the athlete, and she takes fitness and her wellbeing seriously. She would take her sleeping schedule seriously and not want to miss a wink of it if it means not being at her 100% game self.

Corine Myers- she is the only person where I can see her going out in the middle of the night. Since she also knows where secret rooms are due to the blueprints that she has in her passion so I could see her not getting caught but she could also be the one screaming to hype up the haunting of the school so more people would leave.

Rachel Hubbard- With what Rachel must do and balancing schoolwork it would make sense that she would be sneaking around, but she seems to be skating on thin ice with the situation that she is in with the race for valedictorian, she is already having a hard time getting to focus on her school work.

My last theory is that it was Paige herself. She must patrol in the dead of night making sure that everyone is where they should be. My thoughts are that some of the girls may sneak out and scare the daylight out of her. Or she is scared doing that task and she puts on a no-nonsense attitude to get the job done.

Another mystery is who put the Poe book in Leela Yadav room.

Izzy Romero- Ok student body president, the “it” popular girl. She doesn’t seem to be a fan of anything creepy (except telling scary legends to new students). But Izzy would have means and opportunity to place the book in the room (sense she shares half of the room) but I can’t really see a reason why she would planet the book on Leela.

Mel Corbalis- You think that she would be a fan, but she said she wasn’t. She could have lied and was fan in secret, but she seems the most straight forward of the suspects than anyone here. Mel used to be friends with Leela, but they grew distance when they grew up.

Leela Yadav- I like to think that Leela misses her friendship with Mel, and this is one of the few things she has allowed herself to do behind closed doors without getting judged by her peers, or maybe she is trying to get her old friendship back. But talking to Leela I can’t see her reading Poe unless it was for a school assignment.

Corine Myers- Corine is the librarian on the break and she even mention that the book is missing, and since that this mystery is around Edgar Allen Poe, I would like to think that she would keep the book if she found it in case, she needs to use it for reference. She could also be using the book to cast suspicion on another girl.

Rachel Hubbard- she didn’t seem all that interested in Edgar or let on that she knew anything about Edgar. But seeing how she is being black mailed into doing some of the mischief that is happening here I can see of her tossing the book in Leela and Izzy’s room.

However, I did think it was rather odd where the book was hidden, it was covered well that only a person that A.) really knows the room and Leela to hide the book there under her weights. B.) the person that sent Nancy/Becca the text message to search the room, know that Nancy/Becca is getting nosey and would give the room a shake down.

So, my final thoughts on the subject are either Leela or Izzy they know how the other operates and their time schedule when they are out of the room.

Also, another point, none of the other girls would have a reason to go near the bed room of those two none of them are friends, if any of them did it would be to get dirt on these two who are at the top of the popular polls at the school.

#nancy drew #her interactive #nancy drew pc games #nancy drew games #clue crew #spoilers

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vibraniumwing · 3 years

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moments like this.

a george weasley x reader blurb wherein soft little moments like this is what makes a certain ginger power through his darkest of days.

WARNING: none !! (maybe curse words but nothing too bad)

A/N: this is for @vogueweasley‘s 1k writing challenge !! i’ve been posting a lot of angst recently so okay, let me give y’all some fluff <3 also MEL !! congratulations on 1k, im so happy for you 🥺💖

prompt: #66 from the fluff prompt, *counts freckles on s/o’s face* & #13 from the physical affection prompt, kissing someone’s forehead.

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The love language of a person can easily be identified through their actions and words; it can heavily vary from their want of quality time with the person they hold dearest to themselves, receiving/making gifts and doing acts of services that show their affection, by saying words of affirmation that is sure to warm the hearts of their beloved and of course, through physical touch.

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As much as George Weasley loved his brother, there are times wherein his inferiority would come crashing through the door and linger around in his headspace for a few days.

Being the slightly younger and quieter twin meant that Fred would have the spotlight most of the time. George was fine with that, settling with the idea that his twin could have the limelight and he’d be there to watch and celebrate with him; he was content with the dynamic they had because he had this backbone to rely on.

You were his backbone, the reason why he was content at where he was.

But as much as George fights these thoughts back, sadly, it easily finds its way back to infiltrate his thoughts.

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George was sat by the floor, watching the steam of his tea as his mind ran freely with certain thoughts as the fireplace crackled silently throughout the silent living room.

He was too deep in a trance to even notice how you quietly snuck beside him and found your place on his lap. You laughed quietly at how he unconsciously snaked his arms around your waist, making you smile at how affectionate the man could be.

Your small hands cupped his cheeks, eyes now trained at the litter of freckles that decorated his skin, that even through the light that the fire produced, he was beautiful in your eyes. Your thumbs prodded the apple of his cheeks as you started to count them.

As soon as your warm breath fanned over his lips, he snapped out of his daze and looked at you with surprised eyes, “Love, what are you doing up?” his words were gentle and soft as he leaned into your touch.

You smiled at him softly, “Counting your beautiful freckles, of course. The bed is cold without you.” comes your answer, now moving on to gently trace the sprinkle as you continued to count.

George mumbled a soft apology as the two of you fell into comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company as his heart raced at the compliment you suddenly said; the two of you have been together for nearly a year yet your words would always leave him giddy.

George was at a loss for words, just a moment ago he was contemplating life itself and then suddenly all his heart felt was joy and content; the confidence in him resurging once more.

“I’m always so proud of you, Georgie.” You suddenly said, making him look at you in the eyes, brows furrowed at the words, “You’ve always been the best in my eyes, my love.” You finished, giving him a soft smile.

He was in awe at how you easily made his self-torment stop, the darkness that wrapped his mind lifting away at the light your words held over him.

“I know what you’ve been thinking about and my love, you are your own person. If people don’t see that then they’re making the biggest mistake; they’re failing to see an ingenious, wonderful and incredibly talented person.” Your affirmations continued, placing small kisses against his cheeks, “They’ve failed to see why I love you so much.”

“I love you.” was the words that left his mouth after you’ve finished speaking, eyes holding so much adoration as he looked over at you, seeing nothing but sincerity and love painted on your features.

George leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose and finally on your lips; his arms tightening around your dainty frame easily, making you melt into his embrace.

To every word of affirmation you give him, the tightest hug and sweetest kiss would be returned, that alone making you swoon.

You smiled into the kiss, breaking away to gaze into his hazel eyes that hold the same amount of love as you do, “I love you too.”

And that was enough for George Weasley, knowing that in the sea of people who look at him everyday, there was one person who can see him for who he really is.

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TAGS: @theweasleyslut @allurgorgeouscolors @violetravens @eunoia-kth @wonderful-writer @hufflepuff5972 @starlightweasley @shadowsinger11 @vivianweasley @vogueweasley @minty-malfoy @glimmering-darling-dolly @gcdric @sailor-maddie101 @slytherinsunrise @whiz-bangs78

#vogueweasley1k #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasly fic #george weasley fics #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george weasley fluff

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iceeckos12 · 3 years

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and he sees dawn before the rest of the world

or: a fucked up little au of 200. intended to be unsettling so just be warned warnings for: unreality (i think that’s the appropriate term? please lmk if not), implied self harm, fucked up relationship dynamics; lmk if i should tag anything else

Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!

“Ugh, five more minutes,” Martin hissed, throwing an arm across his face, as though he could stop the barrage of sound just by covering his eyes. His alarm was unsympathetic to his whinging, continuing to scream its daily mourning dirge, grieving the end of another period of blessed rest. “Fine, fine! I’m getting up, christ…”

He reached clumsily for the phone on his bedside table, only for his fingers to scrabble uselessly around the ghost of its presence. He was momentarily so stymied by the absence that it took him longer than it should’ve to remember that he’d moved it to his desk, to prevent him from giving into the temptation to hit the snooze button just one more time.

Letting out another slew of curses, Martin shuffled onto his other side and reached for

A jaw-cracking yawn near split Martin’s face in two as he hunched over the gleaming tea kettle, steam beginning to pour from the spout. He shuffled his feet, eyes meandering sightlessly over the cow-shaped mug drying on the counter, the cluster of crumbs that he must’ve missed when cleaning up after dinner last night.

He hated mornings. Maybe it was the preemptive dread he felt at the thought of going to work; maybe it was because he hated having to be upright this early in the morning. Either way, he felt strangely disconnected from his morning routine, each motion carried out with habitual, distant efficiency as his thoughts raced along like a hamster on a wheel just below the surface.

It...was a bit silly for him to be worried about work, though. The stuff he was doing was interesting, and he had the loveliest coworkers a guy could ask for. They’d even offered to teach him a thing or two about artifact restoration once they learned the truth about his CV.

He drew himself up to his full height and rolled his shoulders back, clouded sigh mingling with the fog from the boiling water. Things were going well. Hell, he was actually going to get top surgery sometime in the next year or so, which was amazing considering his teenage self would’ve laughed at the very idea of being out.

There was no reason to dread going to work.

Martin carefully poured the water into the mug, letting the tea steep before adding a splash of milk and sugar. When he picked the mug up, the heat from the tea had bled into the ceramic, so warm as to be uncomfortable against the delicate skin of his palms. He didn’t let go, just kept on gripping the mug, like trying to contain the last gasp of a dying star.

Martin stared around his kitchen. The waterstains on the inside of the cow mug slowly evaporating into the still air; the crumbs that had sat there for who knows how long. The empty, blank face of his fridge.

Martin lifted the mug, and steam collected on his glasses as his breath wafted over the surface of the tea. He drew away, waiting for the lenses to clear, before leaning in for another sip.

His reflection stared back at him, a monochrome facsimile of his face rimmed in white smoke, and he recoiled, the mug slipping from

Working nine to five, what a way to make a living…

Martin stared out the window, his hand pillowed in the palm of his hand as Dolly Parton crooned in his ears. Split second by split second, he let his eyes catch on a point in the darkened surroundings, only letting his vision blur into incoherence when that fixed point whipped out of sight. It was a game he sometimes played when he got bored of reading or playing cards on his phone.

The old woman across from him let out a quiet grunt and shuffled, drawing his attention back inside the train. She was a gnarled old thing, bowed by the gravity of grief and time and life, though Martin couldn’t say for certain whether it was one well-lived.

Barely getting by, it’s all taking and no giving...

That was the thing about people watching: Martin was never quite sure if it was disrespectful to make assumptions about a person’s life based on a passing glimpse. He could never be sure if the person with the grumpy expression had a foul attitude, or if they were just a kind person on the tail-end of a truly awful day.

The old woman was knitting though, and Martin generally found it safe to assume that knitters were nice people.

For a moment he thought about taking out his headphones and striking up a conversation; the pattern looked devilishly complicated, and as a beginning knitter, he always appreciated tips. There was an unfinished set of fingerless green gloves in the back of his closet; it was easy for hands to get cold in the Archives, and the color suited

“Alright, Martin?”

Martin startled, his pen clattering to the floor. He looked up to find Sasha perched on the edge of his desk, grinning like the cat who’d just eaten the canary. Or, he thought she was. His eyes kept skittering from one corner of her face to the other, like a smooth stone skipping across a lake.

“Uh…” Frowning slightly, he let his gaze travel over the shelves of books, the humming lights, his cluttered workstation. He removed his glasses so he could rub at his aching eyes, and let out a deep sigh. Probably just the stress. “Yeah—yeah! Sorry, I’ve been distracted all morning.”

Martin got the impression of Sasha’s grin being tempered with genuine concern. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?”

“I think so. Just...work, and my mum…” he gave an expansive you know sort of gesture at life in general. “Thank god the weekend’s coming. Anyway, is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come get drinks with Mel and Tim and I after work, but…” She cut him a meaningful glance, the bottomless holes where her eyes should be boring bright spotlights into the back of his skull. “We’d understand if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“Is Georgie coming?”

Sasha shrugged. “Probably. Mel didn’t say so, but they’ve been all over each other since they started dating.”

Martin laughed. “True.” Tried to gauge how he was feeling, whether or not he was up to a night of socializing. You should go, a strangely posh little voice murmured in the back of his head, and he found himself saying, “Actually yeah, I would like to come. I could use a night out.”

Sasha clapped him on the shoulder, and the impact rattled through him like a gong being struck. The echoes of it vibrated all the way down to his toes. “Excellent.”

Martin hesitated, and then, not entirely sure of what he was asking, “What about J

“Thanks for waiting with us,” Georgie said, smiling beatifically up at him. Passed out on her shoulder, Melanie let out a drunken snuffle and curled over, like she was thinking of climbing through the spaces of Georgie’s ribcage and sleeping in her chest cavity forever.

“Not a problem,” Martin replied, scratching the back of his neck.

To be honest, waiting with her was as much for his benefit as theirs. At first, he’d thought it was just stress; now, he was very sure that something was wrong. It wasn’t anything specific, or even bad; more like there was a sepia camera filter tinting the world dusty and nostalgic.

After his third drink, he’d looked into Tim’s laughing face and thought he might burst into tears. And he still didn’t know what Sasha was supposed to look like.

But he didn’t want to worry her, so he just bit his lip and rocked back and forth on his heels, even though the motion made his head spin that much worse.

(Maybe he needed to take a couple of days off. Have a lie-in. But that would—that would delay his work. The Institute’s work. Delays were bad; he felt strongly enough about that to carve it directly into his skin so that he’d never forget. He could roll down his sleeve and take a peek at it whenever his motivation slipped, like checking a watch for the time.)

For lack of anything else to say, he nodded toward Melanie. “She’s really out, huh?”

“She’s always been a lightweight.” Her tone was wry, but her eyes were soft and fond as she brushed Melanie’s bangs back from her face. “Never gets hungover though, the lucky bastard.”

“The nerve!” Martin said, affecting offense, which sent them right into another giggling fit.

Once he got his breath back, Martin mentioned offhand, “You know, considering how similar they are, I’m surprised that her and J̷̧̱̜͕͕̤͉̣̺̺̝͖̠̹̜͙̣͉̩̺̤̟͉͓̞̹̗́̆̂̋͆̊̎́͂̑͋̌͊͘̚͠ͅo̶̧̨͕̖͔̬̖̝̪͚̻̟̠̜̣̰̅n̶̥̉́̎͑̀͂͆̿̾͛̾̔̐͌́̅̂͂̒̆̐́͊̄̾̍̅̅͝

“Stop it!” Martin screamed, grabbing the mug from the counter and throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall, scattering shards of ceramic across the floor. “I know

“What you’re doing,” Martin gripped the bathroom counter, ignoring the persistent ringing of his alarm, staring deeply into his reflection, “Stop it, stop it, nononon̴̡̡͚̮̠͙̻͔͎͈̜̓̈́̈́͜͜ͅǫ̸̯̠̱̖̲͙͍͎͒̇̑͒ṅ̶̨̩̳̩̝̹̳͎͈̬̦͆́̈́́͐̏̈́̕͝͝o̸̡̻̱̗̥̮̙̳̞͗̄͋̈́̀͝n̸̢̛̟͙̘̱̩͕̦̫̤̮͆͑̊͋́̂̽͜o̶̘̱̗̘̘͑̿͜ņ̶̥̞̠͕͓̠͔͚̮͈̬͕̀͗̄̓͑͑͛̕ͅő̸̮̫̓͌̾̌͋́̂̏̒̃̃̄̚n̵̗̫͕̺̻͔̭͖̉͒͗̀̈́̃̅o̴͓͉͉͗͋̎̕—”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sorry, it’s okay—”

“No!” Martin shrieked, shoving Jon’s hands away, skittering backward across the broken and cracked stones of the Panopticon. Through the arched windows, the sky was a poisonous green and black, and multitudes of eyes orbited the room, watched his every movement with sickening fascination. “Just—stop.”

Luminous gaze weary and resigned, Jon did as he was bid, dropping back onto his heels.

Rubbing sweat and grime and tears from his face, breathing harshly through his mouth, Martin took a moment to remember where he was, why he was here. It always took a moment for everything to come back.

As though unable to keep silent any longer, Jon asked, “So what was it this time?”

“Don’t,” Martin hissed, dragging his hands through his greasy hair.

Though his expression went mulishly annoyed, Jon raised his hands placatingly, a silent, alright, you win. It was a familiar gesture, one that he’d done so many times while they were living in Scotland, while they were traveling the devastated landscape of the apocalypse. It made Martin ache for when things were simpler, when his heart didn’t just feel like one big bruise.

He gently set the thought aside, and turned a more assessing eye on the Panopticon. Normally the changes were insignificant, but something thick and red and black had started to coil around the windows, weaving in and out of the floor, cracking the stonework. Martin traced the strange things with his eyes, frowning—

“Christ, Jon,” he whispered in horrified realization. “Are...are those corpse roots?”

Jon bobbed his head. “They’ve long since overtaken the rest of London. It’s just us, now.”

Martin sucked in a long, frustrated breath through his teeth. There was no point trying to talk any sense into Jon, not after so long, and force would only result in immediately getting kicked back into that horrible dream world.

“And the others?”

Jon shrugged, tracing the cracks in the earth with his fingers. “Still alive, and living happily in the dream I made for them.” He didn’t say, unlike you, but the implication was so loud he might as well have screamed it.

“Shut up,” Martin muttered, pushing to his feet and limping to one of the windows.

Corpse roots, as far as the eye could see. They covered the city of London in a blanket of tangled black, so thick that it was impossible to see the buildings beneath.

“Was it worth it?” he asked, sagging against the side of the window, too tired to be angry.

When the silence persisted a second too long, Martin turned around to find Jon with his head tilted back, examining the corpse roots consuming what had once been the Beholding’s seat of power, expression distant and thoughtful. The eyes, ever-watching, never understanding, drifted closer, greedily drinking in the sight.

When Martin realized that Jon wasn’t planning on answering, he let out another sigh, ruffled his bangs away from his face, and said, “You’re never there.”

Jon’s gaze snapped to him with a laser-edged focus. “Sorry?”

“If you’re going to trap me in a dream,” Martin said, each syllable clipped and precise, “You could at least be there.”

Like it always did, Jon’s face crumpled, and he looked away. “...I don’t deserve it.”

“Oh, we’re well past that and you know it!” Martin shrieked, striking his fist against the stone. “You made your fucking decision to damn the world, to hell with whatever we thought, the least you could do is stop hiding behind your pointless guilt and act like this is what you actually want!”

It would’ve been better, if Jon had simply become drunk with power and was no longer listening to reason. The fact that he’d made this same decision every single day with clear, unclouded eyes and sound judgement—as Jon the human, rather than Jon the lynchpin of the apocalypse, pupil of the Eye—made Martin want to scream.

“I do want it!” Jon snapped back, then quieter, “I do.” He looked up at the corpse roots again, eyes going misty. “I just—I should witness every second of misery and pain that I’m causing. I don’t deserve to just...forget.”

Wind snapped and howled around them like a creature mad with rage, and Martin idly wondered what would happen to this world once Jon died. If it would all go back to the way it had been before, or if the shell of the apocalypse would remain until the end of time, a corpse husk of a reality warped beyond repair.

“You shouldn’t have to experience this alongside me though,” Jon continued, rallying. “So I would really appreciate it if you’d stop breaking your dreams.”

“Tough,” Martin snapped back, folding his arms obstinately over his chest.

“You could be happy!” Jon reiterated, stabbing his index finger into the palm of his hand. “You could just...live your life! Forget! There’s no point in being here.”

“It’s a deal, remember? Where you go, I go. Fuck you very much, but I don’t break my promises.”

Jon stared at him for one beat, then another—and then promptly burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with the force of it. Martin stared at him, utterly bewildered, as the laughing slowly began to dissolve into desperate, heaving sobs, as he began rocking back and forth, arms wrapped around himself in a mockery of comfort.

“I miss you,” Jon gasped out, half-crazed. “So much. I miss you every day even though you’re right in front of me. But I can’t go to you, because I don’t deserve to, not when I’m the one who trapped you here. I’m everything that’s wrong with the world. I always have been.”

“Jon,” Martin sighed, low and tired.

Jon buried his face into his knees. “No, you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t forgive me just because you pity me, that’s not what I—I don’t—”

“Who said anything about forgiveness?” Martin shook his head. “Fine. You’re an asshole, and I hate you. But it’s like I said.” He gestured toward the Panopticon, the roots, the poisonous sky. “When has deserving ever mattered?”

Jon lifted his face from his knees, though his gaze stayed rooted to the floor. “...I suppose.”

“Right,” Martin agreed. “I’ve accepted that you’re not going to change your mind, but...at the very least, I don’t want to die alone. So can you please just…”

There was a long, weighted pause.

They’d had arguments like this what felt like hundreds of times before. Martin begging for Jon to change his mind, Jon refusing with that same resigned, determined expression on his face, before sending Martin back into his dreams.

Maybe it was because Martin wasn’t asking him to change his mind this time. Maybe it was because they were so close to the end of all things, and soon they’d be the last two people on earth. Maybe it was because Jon was tired, had been for so, so long, and he had won anyway, so there was no point in fighting any longer.

“Alright,” Jon whispered.

…

...

Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!

“Ugh, five more minutes,” Martin hissed, throwing an arm across his face.

Somewhere in the far distance, the toilet flushed. A moment later, a pair of feet padded lightly into the room, hesitated at the edge of the bed, and then made their way over to the desk. The alarm abruptly went silent.

Martin uncovered his eyes and grinned up at Jon as he tentatively slid back between the covers, every movement careful and deliberate, like he was reading stage directions from a script.

“Look at Mr. Workaholic, having a lie-in,” Martin teased, pulling Jon into his arms and inhaling the scent of his coconut shampoo. “Must be the end of the world, or something.”

Jon stiffened for just a moment, before turning around and burying his face into Martin’s chest. “Or something.”

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