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fuck me or eat me, it's all the same in the end (4696 words) by Sapphic_terror Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Mari/Shauna Shipman, Jeff Sadecki/Shauna Shipman, Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor, Akilah/Mari (Yellowjackets), Melissa/Shauna Shipman Characters: Mari (Yellowjackets), Shauna Shipman, Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets), Akilah (Yellowjackets), Yellowjackets (TV) Ensemble, Travis Martinez, Natalie Scatorccio, Misty Quigley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mari Ibarra Lives (Yellowjackets), Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Hate Sex, Mari and Shauna fuck at her wedding, Jackie Taylor Haunts the Narrative (Yellowjackets), Lesbian Shauna Shipman, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Character Study, Mari needs a hug, Shauna Shipman Needs a Hug, They fuck instead, blink and you miss it implied poly, (they defintely got up to shit in the wilderness okay), Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Mari is a brat, Shauna just wants her to shut up, Ghost Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets), Threesome - F/F/F, Kinda, Infidelity, on like 8 levels Series: Part 3 of bones and all Summary: The dress was biting into her skin and some random jock turned “entrepreneur” was staring at her tits. Mari was so over this. The music, the lights, even the champagne tasted like fizzy grape juice, not the strong, burning kind. It was all so perfectly boring - Shauna Shipman’s wedding. Shauna Sadecki now, ugh, Mari was about to throw up in her mouth, and nobody would even blame her.   (Or, Shauna gets married to Jeff and - She and Mari fuck during the reception.)

I’m going to get high and write lesbian hate sex with so much imagery and symbolism while at the beach, try and stop me

What is it with this show???? (I’m writing Mari Shauna hate sex at her wedding with Jackie haunting the narrative as she should.) What is it doing to me????

My brain won’t work and I am going to lose it

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: My Fault: London (2025), Culpa mía | My Fault (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Noah & The Girl She Used to Be, Nick/Noah (My Fault: London), Noah & Ella (My Fault: London), Noah & William Leister (My Fault: London), Nick & William Leister (My Fault: London), Jenna/Lion (My Fault: London) Characters: Noah (My Fault: London), Nick Leister (My Fault: London), Ella (My Fault: London), William Leister (My Fault: London), Travis - Noah's Dad (My Fault: London), Ronnie Burns (My Fault: London), Jenna (My Fault: London), Lion (My Fault: London) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Dissociation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Claustrophobia, Noah needs a hug, Noah Saves Herself, Aftermath of Violence, Healing, Recovery isn't linear, Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, But also, Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, Scars, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Character Study Summary:

Ronnie is a touch smarter, and he guts Nick’s McLaren first. Noah has to save herself. (It’s a lot bloodier.)

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Or, The road to salvation looks a lot like the road to hell, and survival is a painful thing.

Guess who’s writing a “what if everything was worse” my fault london fic????

(I just wrote 1k of Noah’s dad threatening to break her hand if she tries to escape) (I’m going to traumatize the shit out of this girl) (I’m so sorry Noah baby I love you so much)

*update I wrote the fic, chapter 1 is up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63119209

The movies had to kill off Lavender Brown because they knew she’d fucking own y2k fashion

Oh no, im actually starting to ship the rare pair I joked about… send help

I abuse hyphens so much, it’s just too much fun (I must have extended imagery or I die)

one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

I have about 12 unfinished fics because of this (I’m trying to finish them I swear, i swearrrrr)

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

I made a tiny boo shelf instead of updating my fics, oops

Oh no, I got a new rare pair, and by rare pair I mean it literally only exists and makes since in my head, help

Okay I’m finally writing this and it is literally just Fiyero and Glinda fighting over Elphaba, like she’s finally doing okay bc she’s getting love and support, and the two of them are just glaring at each other around her like she’s mine

(Don’t worry, they all grudgingly hold hands eventually)

YALL - hear me out, Wicked thruple but it’s mean lesbian Galinda, bi wife energy Fiyero with daddy issues, and Elphaba who had two hands and a mission to change the world

(Hear me out again, thruple takes over the world through magic, manipulations and being hot)

I got a bone graft, my dog died, and I can’t eat string cheese. 2025 is not going well

“Love, Elizabeth thought, was patiently waiting for a knock on the front door. Grief was knowing the knock would never come and still sitting on the stairs, still waiting, and waiting, and waiting.”

Hehehehe

My missing friend is no longer missing, my iud cramps (my back feeling like it’s being broken) are gone, and I have a fridge full of energy drinks. Maybe I’ll actually update my fics tonight

hear me out, a beth-lives au except she doesn't find the group for a decade and learns to survive on her own and also meets a new group and gets a girlfriend and is kinda in a thruple and also she gets a kid oh and she changes her name several times to represent her character arc and she struggles with her faith and queerness and the things she have to do to survive and -

YALL - hear me out, Wicked thruple but it’s mean lesbian Galinda, bi wife energy Fiyero with daddy issues, and Elphaba who had two hands and a mission to change the world

(Hear me out again, thruple takes over the world through magic, manipulations and being hot)

I may or may not be on my way to write a time travel fix it fic centered around Rosita, Siddiq, Gabriel and Coco because, hear me out, we give these traumatized bitches a happy ending 🥹

my favorite couples are the oc’s in my head for fics I haven’t and will never write. Like yes I put them through hell and back, but hear me out, the tension filled reunion when they think one of them is dead, and they run across the room and hold each other like the world is ending????

“I’ll update the fic this week,” I say like a liar

I finished and ouch, I made myself cry

Yall im about to write the angstiest obx fic ever, im making the season 4 ending so much worse

Hehe

“It’s dark when they bury JJ. It’s dark when there’s a sharp pain in her lower stomach and Sarah knows, right down to her bones, what’s happening. They should never have gotten used to good things.”

Yall im about to write the angstiest obx fic ever, im making the season 4 ending so much worse

Hehe

“It’s dark when they bury JJ. It’s dark when there’s a sharp pain in her lower stomach and Sarah knows, right down to her bones, what’s happening. They should never have gotten used to good things.”

Saw the ending to obx4, first of all wtf??

Second of all, wtf??????????

Time to go write a poly, found family fic where everyone actually communicates and is happy, and somehow Rafe gets a semi-redemption and saves JJ bc a fucking stab wound?? After everything???

Hear me out yall, a fic where Rosita suffers postpartum depression and psychosis after having Coco because for the stressful situations they’re in and their general mental health it seems a bit more likely the show portrays. Like the frustration of having survived so much shit only to lose your mind over nothing (Rosita’s pov because postpartum depression is not a joke)

The angst, the tension, the years of trauma colliding because you’re finally safe but you’ve been at war for so long you don’t know what that means. And you want your daughter to have a good future but you don’t know if you believe jn good anymore and ????

Don’t worry, lots of found family and semi-comforting hallucinations because I could not leave Rosita hanging

love is the point (wip)

Tara thought she had kicked her habit of being easy to blush somewhere along the line of surviving the dead walking and trying to tear her throat out. But apparently not, because her face was warm as she hastily tugged Noah away, “We don’t even know that she likes girls, I mean she and Abraham are, you know, them.”  

They were far enough away that she didn’t have to worry about Rosita overhearing them, so she didn’t tackle Noah as he scoffed, “Please, she’s totally been staring at you, and Sasha, and maybe Maggie but I’m not totally sure about that one.” 

Tara fought the urge to snap back around and stare at Rosita as if she’d see a flashing bisexual flag above her head, or just a rainbow, rainbows were very nice. But she did not, because she was a survivor, because the world was ending and she was so much more mature than that. “You’re an idiot, Noah.” 

carrion and the smell of decay (wip)

Jessie doesn’t tell her mother that the mud in their yard, the sweet smelling, warm earth that her childhood was soaked in, has the same consistency as congealed blood. She doesn’t tell her father that she knows what the inside of a man’s skull looks like, brain matter and bone shards scattered across cracking stone. She doesn’t tell her parents a lot of things. 

But they know, dear god, they know. 

got bored, made a wattpad account, dare I try my hand out at editing a fanfic of mine as well??

yall hear me out - forced bonding because Tyler isn’t enough of an asshole to leave Javi alone when he’s in the middle of a panic attack???

Also it’s harder to hate a dude when you know his traumatic past, survivor guilt, and terrible coping skills

Hear me out - Sometimes a relationship is you, your boyfriend, and his friend, (the daughter of the man you hate who kinda saved your life so now you owe her and you boyfriend really does like her) (fuck it, you’ve made worse decisions) (and if you radicalize the future ruler of Crete in the process of seducing her into a poly relationship with you and your boyfriend well things could be worse)

(“Hello, Princess.” Ari fought the urge to scream, or throw herself off the nearest wall. Irony and all that.

“What do you want, Nax?”)