#Taylor x Courtney

[door-insurance]

Lis+Chasemarsh sketchdump 4

"can you remember the raaaaaain?"

the concerned faces of Kate marsh+That apology did not go well

chloe discovers that Kate f#!ks+ they have no idea what theyre doing either + chaseprice + my girl steph

very sketchy kiss + rachel + victoria says goodbye to her posse after the storm

[dalekofchaos]

Had a thought. Lets say we get a LIS slice of life game where no one dies or a dating sim and we can do Amberpricefield, but also play matchmaker. These are the pairings I came up with

Dana and Juliet

Victoria and Kate

Warren and Brooke

Nathan and Samantha

Stella and Daniel

Taylor and Courtney

[anjali-ashok-777]

REASSURING NAT <3

(Nat scatorccio x reader fic)

(I’m sorry I’m so late I was marinating in bed for 2weeks)

Though you’ve told her it’s fine a billion time, nats guilt eats away at her.

Nat really pissed u off yesterday. She broke on of your favourite antiques. A piece from your record collection.

Your record collections really important to you, it was given to u by your dad.

Nat it’s fine I told you it’s fine babe.

You say as u walk into your bedroom to lay down after a long day at school.

Nat plops beside you..

I just…I feel terrible. I’m really sorry…

The poor girl looks distraught. Sad even…she really didn’t mean to upset you.

She begins tugging on the hem of her shirt as she crawls and sits on your lap.

I-I just don’t want you to be mad at me…I don’t like it when your mad for too long.

She says as soft as ever…like a little child who broke her moms favourite vase

You giggle and stroke her hair…

Babe I’m not mad I promise…it’s- it’s fine Natalie. You say sounding kind, but still slightly off.

Natalie begins to sniffle slightly. Inhaling sharply…

Baby it’s fine please I promise I’m not ma- wait what are u doing…?

Just as you try to reassure her once more nat begins sniffling and removing her clothes. She looks sad as she removes her shirt…undoes her bra.

WOAH WOAH WOAH- NAT…hun what are you doing??? You ask softly but concerned…your crying…natty..!

Nat just sniffles as she undoes her bra..

I-I don’t want u to be mad at me so

I’m gonna help…I don’t want u to be upset with me.

You go wide eyed as she pulls down your shorts.

WOAH WOAH- SLOW DOWN- NAT! You say holding her hands firmly.

You pant a bit as she sniffles and looks down….

Why are u taking of our clothes..? You ask in disbelief

Nat sputters as she talks.

Cos- cos if I have sex with you- you’ll feel better and you w-won’t be mad at me! And you’ll feel fine and won’t be u-upset..!

You stare at her wide eyed for a few seconds.

No. You say sternly as you pant.

What?

No.

But-

No.

But your u- I- wha-

No.

Do u even want to have sex with me? You ask softly.

N-no but it’ll make u less mad at me I-

That’s not how it works baby.. you say as you stroke her blond..staring into those eyes of hers…welled up with tears

I-it’s not? She whispers .

You shake ur head as u leave a kiss on the girls temple.

B-but travis? He said that sex helps? What-

You shudder at the mention of his name. Knowing very well, how he took advantage of your Natalie in more ways than one.

Travis doesn’t matter. Travis isn’t here I am NOT travis…you say softly.

Nats bottom lip trembles.

W-Why’d he make me do it then I -I didn’t even want too I- b-but..I didn’t even w-want…

You take the shaking girl in your arms…hugging her.

I know baby I know shh shhh I’m so sorry .

I just don’t want you to be mad at me I-

Then u talk to me…not have sex with me….sex is for feeling baby not compensation…

I really love you…

You kiss her temple…

I love you too. And there’s none of this having sex without wanting it buisness. Clear?

You say sternly as u kiss her nose.

Nat just nods sadly.

I don’t want you…doing things u don’t like to make people happy hun.. you whisper.

Nat nods slowly.

She kisses ur cheek.

Thank you.

For what? You chuckle as u hold her close.

Keeping me safe….respecting me….not treating me like some slut. She whispers as she sniffles.

You hold her close. Tighter. Hoping u can keep her away from the bad around her.

Your everything to me. You whisper.

She falls asleep on you. Safe. Far far away from things that could hurt her.

The things that have hurt her.

Your her rock.

Your everything to her.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x18 | 2x19 

[venusjailer]

AP gang as lyrics (part 1, maybe?)

My Secret Life, Leonard Cohen (2001)

Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day (2004)

Head Over Heels, Tears for Fears (1985)

Getting Older, Billie Eilish (2021)

Smalltown Boy, Bronski Beat (1984)

Nineteen, Movements (2016)

Shiver, Coldplay (2000)

Secret in Me, Ivory Tower (2000)

You’re On Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift (2022)

Brand New City, Mitski (2012)

Fingertips, Lana Del Rey (2023)

Pawn Shop Blues, Lana Del Rey (2006)

[2kverrr]

KATE MARSH - Detention

LIFE IS STRANGE || Kate Marsh x Reader

No work ever was ever completed in Mr Stephenson's history class, it was just the right amount of assholes, elites, stoners and loners to create the least productive educational environment. It could be easily mistaken for a zoo, the commotion and clear predator and prey system and the rowdy ape-like behaviour demonstrated by the likes of Zach and Logan.

You're currently on the topic of the U2 Crisis, well you were a couple of weeks ago so you're not too sure if you'd moved on. The topic throughout the students today was the 'Stella going to prison' rumour, which you knew was complete bullshit but it was fun to listen in on.

You and Logan had been throwing a ball back and forth since the beginning of the lesson, from the front seats that face inwards all the way over to the back, where you sat. Next to Kate Marsh, your girlfriend of almost 10 months, nobody knew but the two of you and you both liked it that way.

"Stella's a free woman," Taylor yells as the dark-haired girl walks in and quickly takes her seat, "What were you in for?" The blond questions slyly, Victoria and Courtney peering over each shoulder.

"I've been ill." She responds briefly which immediately erupts yelps and screeches from the girls in a childish manner. Victoria unleashes her wrath on the poor girl, picking and poking at everything she says and does.

You glanced at Kate, her face a mask of uncomfortable interest as she listened to the escalating barrage of questions thrown at Stella. You recognise her discomfort, feeling sorry for both of the girls. 

So on a whim, you receive the ball, thrown over from Logan and quickly scan the room.

"Oi Vic!" You shout across the room through the muffled conversation before lobbing the ball straight at her head. You prayed your aim was good or else it'd be a lifetime of embarrassment, which in the end paid off. 

The ball, a well-worn tennis ball, whizzed through the air, a silent missile aimed at Victoria's unsuspecting head. A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as it met its target with a satisfying thud. Victoria, momentarily stunned, blinked in disbelief before her face contorted into a mask of fury, her piercing eyes locking onto yours.

But before she could make you pay hell, another thud was heard across the room, a bit further this time, with a more croaky welp. 

The rest of the class, including Victoria, seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion. But you, encouraged by the sudden silence, held both of their gazes, your heart pounding in your chest, with a shocked open-moth smile plastered on your face.

A small giggle interrupts the devastating silence, and to everybody's surprise, it was Kate Marsh's.

Victoria felt as though the girl had punched her ego in the gut, "Kate Marsh!" She hisses, bitter and cruel.

"Who did this?" The short man yelled, his fists balled and face red, "Kate, this is your doing?"

She shook her head vigorously, her voice a small whisper, "I didn't... I didn't do anything." Her denial rang hollow despite her honesty, especially with the knowing look she cast in your direction. Victoria, her face radiating fury, swung around, her gaze sweeping across the room, landing on Logan, who was now carefully chewing on his pen, a mischievous glint in his eye. He, too, denied any involvement, albeit with less conviction, his face betraying any hint of amusement.

You decided before you get in trouble, you may as well make it somewhat amusing, "Victoria did it!" 

The tall girl's head snapped around quicker than I could finish saying her name, "No I didn't this is bullshit! She did it." 

"I second that," Courtney adds, desperate to get Victoria on her good side.

You show a faux concern, "Are you sure you didn't knock yourself a bit hard, Vic?" With a tilt of your head, patting your head.

"It was you!" She insists.

The rest of the class clearly want in on the drama and all begin blaming each other,  a whirlwind of denials and accusations swirling like a dust devil in the confined space. You watched with feigned innocence, enjoying the chaos you'd ignited. Logan, with his signature smirk, was the first to break, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pointed a finger at Courtney, "It was you, Courtney! I saw you throw the ball!"

Courtney, caught off guard, sputtered, "What? No! I was just looking at my phone!" Her denial was weak, her flustered demeanour betraying her.

"Actually, I take it back. It was actually Juliet." You laugh, holding your stomach, while an enraged Victoria yells at you, unbothered whether you're actually listening. A stunned Juliet's head pricked up at the sound of her name.

"What? How am I involved in this-"

As the teacher, still fuming, struggled to regain control of the classroom, a wave of whispers broke out, speculating about the identity of the culprit. "ENOUGH!" The short man screamed, you were sure for a second you could see steam piping out of his ears.

He strikes a pointing finger in your direction, "You! Kate! Hour after school with me!"

Immediately a pang of guilt hits you like a clapper to morning bells, you slowly turn your head to a clearly distressed Kate, attempting an apologetic tight smile. Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, darted nervously between the irate teacher and the rest of the class, desperately seeking solace in the familiar faces that now seemed to hold a hint of judgment.

"I am so sor-" You slowly begin to whisper before being cut off.

"Get out of my sight!" Stephenson roared, his face flushed, veins pulsing on his forehead.

Kate was known throughout Blackwell for her spotless behaviour and high GPA, and she had told you before how important it was not only to her parents but also to herself, so you'd fucked up big time.

At this point you were halfway down the corridor, Kate tightly holding her books to her chest as you attempted to keep up with her swift pace, trying your hardest to apologise and comfort the girl. But she ignored you and carried on her walk to the dorms, you shortly following behind.

"Kate! It's fine, you know, I know, we all know I'm to blame, I can go tell him if you want." You try but she still doesn't even look your way. Now she'd slammed her door on you. You exhale deeply and rub your hand over your temples with closed eyes.

You: I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but I am really sorry. Like mega sorry.

You: Working on something at the moment, hope I can make it up to you.

You: Love you

You put down your phone and lay flat on your bed, workshopping anything that'd either get Kate out of detention or at least make her forget about it.

You could blackmail Stephenson, though you probably wouldn't get away with it.

You could tell Kate that it was cancelled. She wouldn't believe it mad at you or not.

Your time had run out and your free period was over, Kate's too. You knocked on her door again, but this time you didn't wait for a response. "Kate, it's me," you said. "I know you're mad, and I get it, but I just wanted to ask if you wanted to walk with me?." 

There was a brief pause before Kate responded and opened her door with shy eyes, "Okay," she said.

It was a slow walk and a silent one at that. Unusually uncomfy. And there he was, Stephenson, short and wide, sporting his small glasses with crossed arms.

"Sir, may I go to the toilet please?" A small voice questioned from your side, and with a nod of the teacher's head, Kate had left, leaving you one-to-one with the man and with a bit of time.

This was your chance. Trying to sound casual, you cleared your throat and said, "Mr. Stephenson, about earlier... I know I'm not the easiest student, but the incident earlier was completely my fault. Victoria was picking at Stella, Kate's friend - I didn't like it."

You watched Stephenson carefully, waiting for his reaction. He was a tough nut to crack, especially after the lesson prior, his expression impassive, but you sensed a flicker of something behind his eyes. "I understand you're trying to maintain order," you continued, "but on Kate's behalf, detention seems a bit harsh. Could we maybe… discuss other options? I can help out anywhere." You knew it was a long shot, but you had to try.

The short man sighed, adjusting his glasses, "Fine."

You could've done cartwheels of happiness on the spot but maintained your joy, "Grea-"

"I expect you for an hour after school this week, you'll be sorting out the History department cupboard," It didn't sound too bad when he said it, but after thinking for a moment, you realise that it must've been at least 12 years since somebody had dared to step into that pit.

As your girlfriend was approaching, Mr Stephenson dismissed you, "I'll let you off tonight, now go."

Kate's face was painted with confusion as you walked her way, "What're you doing?"

You take her hand with a smile, "No detention for you, thanks to yours dearly. Want to go out for tea?" You ask hopefully.

You saw a flicker of understanding dawn in her eyes, and a light blush crept up her cheeks. "You mean, because you...?" she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I pleaded your case?" You finished for her, a mischievous glint in your eye. "He was pretty grumpy, but I managed to convince him you were completely innocent." You chuckled, watching her reaction with amusement.

"You really did that for me?" She asked, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"Of course," you replied, squeezing her hand. "You're worth it." The relief on her face was palpable, as was the gratitude in her eyes.

"Maybe not worth what I've got to do now, but-"

"Tea sounds perfect, my love." She agrees as you walk out of an empty Blackwell, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

[mytraincantakeuhome]

This song is so duncney coded

[sillylittlgaythings]

something something van would ABSOLUTELY do a grand gesture to tai in the middle of practice if homophobia didn’t existed in the 90s

inspired by this scene of 10 Things I Hate about You (1999)

anyway follow me idk

TAIVAN SUPREMACY

(not a professional artist, i just like to draw things sometimes so be nice or i’ll be under your bed tonight)

[veecastillooc]

All I Know Is I Was Enchanted To Meet You...

(my first official oc x canon smosh fic)

If you've read my ongoing Shourtney fic "This Slope Is Treacherous" then you've already caught glimpses of my OC (original character) "Vee" but here is her official introduction- a little look into the night where pretty much the stars align for her...in a way...sorta? Also this first work is set in 2016 so...have fun going back to that era 🤭

link is in the title!

(and here is the song referenced at the end of the fic)

SNEAK PEEK UNDER THE CUT

“I was just inviting them to the party tonight.” Liv said, taking a small bite out of a Dorito.

“Damien's party? Oh shit, are you guys coming?” Keith and I nodded, “Oh thank god! I thought I was gonna have to deal with Morgan alone.” He sighed, relieved.

Keith laughed as I looked at Noah, a bit surprised. “Oh, you know him?”

Noah’s face lit up. “Yeah, Damien and I go way back too- just as way back as me and Shayne. He’s a great guy. Starts off quiet, but he’s got a wicked sense of humor. And his girlfriend is super sweet.”

“Well, if y'all say so…”

[sappho-oflesbos]

courtney eaton more like courtney eat'n! (get it cause she eats. both figuratively and literally.)

[puppethalo]

I had a tiny sketchbook that was only ten pages long (not counting the back pages) and I decided to do something of a mini challenge where I would draw a musician everyday! It was originally gonna be a mix of men and women but per suggestion from my dear mom, I drew ten (techniquely eleven) women! I wanted to challenge myself to be messy and imperfect but as you can see, the drawings ended up being more polished than expected and while proud of what I made, I still have ways to go before I can "imperfect".

Despite everything, it was still a fun ten day challenge and I do think some strengths popped up in that time! Mayhaps some variety/a dent in same face syndrome?

[soldierrcore]

Our Journey.

Chapter 1, MF Nationals.

Anthony Alejandro Martinez had grown up in a tumultuous household overshadowed by the dark presence of his father, Bill. From a young age, Anthony learned to navigate the unpredictable moods of his father, who alternated between cold indifference and explosive anger. Bill's tendencies cast a long shadow over the Martinez family, leaving deep scars on Anthony's young heart.

As the middle child, Anthony often found himself caught between trying to appease his father and protect his younger brother, Javi, from the worst of their father's wrath.

Despite his efforts, Anthony couldn't shield Javi entirely, but he became Javi's steadfast protector and confidant, reassuring him during the worst moments.

Travis, Anthony's older brother, had grown distant over the years. He had hardened himself against their father's abuse by adopting a tough exterior, often directing his anger towards Anthony instead of confronting their father directly.

Travis resented Anthony for what he perceived as weakness, unable to understand why Anthony didn't fight back or stand up to their father.

School provided Anthony with a brief respite from the chaos at home. He excelled academically, finding solace in books and eventually in music, where he discovered a passion for playing the guitar.

Music became Anthony's escape, a way to express emotions that were too dangerous to voice aloud.

Despite the strained relationships within the family, Anthony remained fiercely protective of Javi, who idolized his older brother.

Anthony became a role model for Javi, teaching him how to navigate their father's mood swings and encouraging him to pursue his own passions.

As Anthony approached his teenage years, he wrestled with conflicting emotions: the desire to break free from his father.

With each passing day, Anthony grew more determined to forge his own path and protect his younger brother from suffering the same fate.

Through it all, Anthony clung to the hope that one day, he and his brothers would find a way to escape the cycle of abuse and build a better future together.

And then Shauna Shipman came. She played left wing for the WHS Yellowjacks, who Anthony's father coached.

Anthony and Shauna had grown up in vastly different worlds, yet their paths converged unexpectedly through their shared connection to soccer. Anthony, a diligent student and talented guitarist, found solace in music amidst the turmoil of his abusive home life. He had a quiet resilience, carrying the weight of his family's struggles on his shoulders while striving to protect his younger brother, Javi, from their father's wrath.

Shauna played left wing for the WHS Yellowjacks, a team that Anthony's father, Bill, coached. Shauna's life revolved around soccer, a passion she had pursued relentlessly since childhood. On the field, she was confident, earning respect from her teammates and opponents alike.

Their first encounter was during a tense match where Anthony, attending the game to support his father's team, noticed Shauna's effortless skill.

Despite the chaos in his personal life, he found himself captivated by her athleticism and determination. Shauna, focused on the game, initially paid little attention to Anthony.

Over time, their paths continued to cross at soccer games and community events. Anthony admired Shauna's dedication to her sport. Shauna came to a few of Anthony's soccer games and watched as he effortlessly played.

As well Shauna, noticed Anthony's quiet presence on the sidelines, his supportive demeanor towards his father's team, and his unwavering commitment to his younger brother.

Their bond began to deepen as they discovered shared interests of soccer. Anthony introduced Shauna to his love for music, playing guitar for her during quiet moments they stole away from their hectic schedules.

Shauna shared stories of her own challenges and triumphs on the soccer field, offering Anthony a glimpse into a world where passion and discipline could coexist.

Their relationship became a source of strength for both Anthony and Shauna, a refuge from the struggles they faced in their respective lives.

Together, they navigated the complexities of adolescence, leaning on each other for support and encouragement. Shauna's presence brought a sense of stability and hope into Anthony's world, while Anthony offered Shauna a perspective grounded in empathy.

As they stood by each other through triumphs and setbacks, Anthony and Shauna found themselves creating a bond that transcended their differences.

They became each other's pillars of strength, proving that amidst life's challenges, love and understanding could bloom unexpectedly, bridging the gap between two seemingly disparate worlds.

"Anthony, this has to be the worst movie on the planet." Shauna groaned in disgust, as she covered her ears.

Anthony laughed watching Shauna's discomfort, he had chose Silence Of The Lambs for movie night but lied and told Shauna it was a movie about a shepherd but after she realized it wasn't she watched anyways.

Anthony paused the movie and turned to Shauna. "You done?"

"Yes." Shauna turned her body to Anthony.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist," He said, still chuckling.

Shauna shot him a playful glare before bursting into laughter. Despite feeling a bit misled, she couldn't deny that the movie had captivated her in a way she hadn't expected.

The twists and turns kept her on the edge of her seat, and even though it wasn't the heartwarming story she had been promised, she found herself intrigued by the darkness and complexity of the characters.

As they continued to watch, Anthony couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having introduced Shauna to a new kind of film.

And even though she may have been initially uncomfortable, she was now fully invested in the story before her.

The next day, Anthony rolled up to Shauna's house in his pride and joy, a bright red 1996 Ford F-250. The truck's engine roared to a stop just as Shauna emerged from the front door, radiant in her Yellowjacket soccer uniform.

Shauna's face lit up with a smile as soon as she spotted Anthony. He hurriedly got out of the truck and walked over, his hand instinctively going to open the passenger door for her—a gesture that never failed to make her heart flutter.

"Morning, Beautiful," Anthony greeted her, his voice brimming with warmth and affection. Shauna leaned in and planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips, her love for him evident in every touch.

"Hey," she replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Anthony couldn't help but grin back at her, his own excitement for the upcoming game shining through. "You ready for the big game?" he asked as he started the car and shifted into drive. Shauna nodded eagerly. "Absolutely!"

The sun shone brightly as they made their way to Schaeffer Field, anticipation building between them. Shauna was a standout player on her high school soccer team, and Anthony took pride in being her biggest supporter.

As they approached the field, the sounds of cheering and excitement filled the air. Shauna's focus was palpable, her determination clear in the way her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Anthony watched her, a mix of pride and admiration swelling within him. When they arrived at the field, Shauna joined her teammates for warm-ups. Anthony leaned in, giving her a quick kiss and whispering words of encouragement before she dashed off.

Throughout the game, Anthony cheered loudly for Shauna every time she made a amazing play. His heart soared with pride as he watched her agility and skill on the field. They shared glances of reassurance and encouragement whenever their eyes met across the field.

The game was intense, Anthony's nerves were on edge, his eyes glued to Shauna's every move. When she passed the ball to Tai, his anxiety spiked along with the crowd's excitement.

Both teams fought with all they had. Anthony Martinez watched nervously as his girlfriend pasted the ball to Tai, Anthony grimaced as the fans around him cheered loudly in excitement and trepidation.

Home 3 visitor 3.

Seeing Tai wave her hand getting Jackie's attention. Tai swung her leg hitting the ball perfectly. The ball glided effortlessly through the air like a bird in flight.

Jackie Taylor jumped into the causing the soccer ball to bounce off her forehead. Everyone in the crowd goes silent in anticipation they all watch as the soccer ball hit the middle of the nylon net.

As the final whistle blew and Shauna's team emerged victorious, Anthony rushed down from the stands to meet her, sweeping her up in a tight hug.

"You were amazing out there," Anthony said earnestly, his eyes reflecting his admiration.

Shauna grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Thank you for coming," she replied, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Great job guys!" Anthony beamed high-fiving the team.

A Week Later.

"Thanks for the ride, Shauna. My truck should be running by tomorrow." Anthony said opened the backseat to Shauna's car.

Shauna turned a smiled to the boy. "No, problem Ant."

"We headed to Jacs?"

"Yeah."

As the pulled up to Jackie Taylor's enormous white House they watched as Jeff sneaked out of her bedroom window.

Anthony sighed. "I thought they were done?"

"Me too."

Just then the white house door opened and out came Jackie, Anthony watched as Shauna perked her head and gave Jackie her infamous  "Are you serious look".

Jackie walked up smiling and opened the car door. "Shauna, Ant."

"Hey, Jackie."

Shauna didn't say a word until they left Jackie's neighborhood. Jackie stared in a playful manner at Shauna before changing the music on the stereo.

Jackie giggled. "Were you listening to that?"

"No. Not right now it fell into the tape deck and I accidentally pressed play." Shauna smirked at her response.

"So, Jackie." Anthony sighed, "You and Jeff. Again?"

Jackie turned to Anthony. "I decided that showing up to college a virgin is a mistake. No offense."

Anthony snickered to himself. Only if Jackie knew the things I knew.

We've been together for so long that if we're each others firsts then we'll be linked forever it's more poetic that way."

Anthony leaned up on Jackie and Shauna's chairs arms. "Well shit Jackie, if that was the problem you could've just asked me for help."

"Haha. Never funny Anthony." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Anyways Shauna. Ive decided on a color palette for our room at Rutgers next year. Pink and green. It's like, classic preppy meets Palm Beach. Very Lilly P.

"College is going to eat you alive Jackie." Anthony said popping a piece of gum in his mouth. "Wait. Did you say Jeff is a virgin?"

Jackie rolled her eyes again at Anthony. She pulled up a makeup pallet and began applying some lipstick "We've been together since freshman year."

"Yeah, but. I mean, you guys have broken up like, ten thousand times." Shauna chimed in.

"Never long enough to count." Jackie shrugged, putting away her makeup.

As the turned the corner Jackie noticed a sign next to Muriel's.

"The hell is this bullshit!" Jackie shouted pointing at the sign.

Anthony and Shauna looked up to see a sign reading "We're proud of our boys varsity baseball, Go Jackets!!"

"These assholes were under five hundred all season! Shauna, honk at that thing."

Jackie reached over to the steering wheel and honks at it. Anthony and Shauna both laugh at Jackie's antics.

"No, they're just going to think you're like, saluting mediocre baseball.

Jackie scoffed before rolling out the window and reaching out "Oh, they'll know. Here, take over."

"Try undefeated, bitches! We're going to motherfucking NATIONALS!" Jackie yelled Shauna continued to hold the horn down.

Anthony laughed watching the blonde. "You're crazy, Taylor."

Thoughts on the chapter?

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[alintalzin]

My Spotify playlist for Copper in the Ground, my espionage portal fantasy wip.

[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

Be My First! Courtney Taylor #14

Courtney Taylor x Khalise Brown

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 296

A/N: Let's get into it.

Khalise is your name.

Hope you like it.

Khalise awoke to the soft morning light shining through the curtains. She stretched and lazily embraced the comfort of her bed, until she felt her lover’s body nestled against her back, sending a wave of excitement throughout her body.

The warmth of Courtney’s skin on hers stirred a fire inside her heart. With a smile on her lips, she rolled to face her and opened her eyes, only to find her own gaze already burning into hers.

“Morning,” she greeted her with a smile, and she immediately returned her smile, flashing one of those rare, playful ones that always gave her butterflies.

“Good morning,” Courtney murmured back as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Her touch was like electric shocks jolting through her senses, sending her into a heavenly haze.

“What has put that look on your face?” She tilted her head at her, both curious and amused.

She suddenly felt shy as she found herself unable to meet her gaze. She didn’t usually get weak-kneed like this but her enthusiasm seemed to pierce through her and stir up some unknown emotion.

“I want you to be my first,” she blurted out finally, and it felt like she was releasing all the secrets she’d been keeping locked in her heart since the day they met.

She seemed to recognize the significance of those words – there was something else burning in her gaze now, something that matched the intense desire she felt for her.

“I want you to be my first, too.” She smiled, and with that, they sealed their unspoken, mutual longing into something unbreakable.

From then on, they’d experience life together, hand in hand, and Khalise was never happier. This was what she wanted – the two of them, together, forever.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333