#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

[wlwxreader]

Queen of the Wilderness

not my gif

Yandere!Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

Summary: After the crash, came the need for survival. And with that, came the hunger. When you get selected as The Queen of Hearts, your girlfriend Lottie does everything she can to keep you safe, and starts to think of you of some kind of almighty being

Warning(s): obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cannibalism, mentions of blood, Lottie being a cult leader, power dynamics, protective!Lottie

Word Count: 2.6 k words

Request: here

A/N: might make a part 2 idk

Masterlist: tba

You had lost count of how many months you have been stuck in the forest with your teammates.

You used to keep a very precise count. Every time you woke up, you would add another number to the figure. You would repeat it throughout the day, like a mantra that kept you sane.

You stopped counting when Jackie died, and Lottie started to talk about the Wilderness.

It made no sense to keep count anymore. No one would ever come to rescue you. You didn’t want them to, after what you had done. You all had broken a sacred human oath; you had eaten human flesh. Your soul would be forever tainted. It was only fair that you had to live the rest of your days like that, always hungry, always weighed down by your mistakes.

Lottie had changed too, but in a way you didn’t expect to. She was the leader of the group now, always keeping everyone on check.

She also kept them fed.

You never questioned her. You knew her. You knew she was doing whatever she could to keep the group together, and alive. You had known her your entire life, you knew she wouldn’t hurt a fly.

You knew it.

So when they started doing the card game, and she was a willing participant, you knew it was for the best.

“We have to do it, Y/N,” she whispered quietly, rubbing your back as you dry heaved over a bucket. You were in the attic, it was late at night. You could see her silhouette only because of the moon light, shining through the naked trees.

“I know,” you whispered. You moved away from the bucket. No matter how much you hated yourself, your weakened body couldn’t bring itself to throw up.

You had just eaten a person, and you were so hungry you would have gone for another round.

“Come here,” she whispered. Her hands were cold, but when you rested your head on her chest, she was warm. So damn warm against the coldness.

“I hate it,” you said. You wanted to sob, but were too tired to do so.

“I know, baby.”

Her voice was soft, unlike when she talked to the group. With you, she was still warm, she was still Lottie.

“What do you think we would be doing now, if the plane never crashed?” you asked. You used to ask a lot of questions lately; you needed to hear her voice, so it would drown out everything else.

“We’d be in college,” Lottie said. She ran her hand through your hair, and you sighed. “We would be in the same university. I would’ve gotten us a place close to college, and we would be living together.”

“You think?” you asked, sleepily.

“Yeah,” Lottie said, with a certainty that made you feel relaxed. “We’ll always be together, baby. Always.”

You hummed, closing your eyes. You fell into a dreamless sleep, and Lottie allowed you, sitting down on the floor. When she was certain you wouldn’t wake up, she carried you to bed and put all the blankets she could find over your body.

She left the attic with a kiss on your forehead. Almost everyone was already sleeping, laying as close to the fire as they could be. Natalie was laying against one of the walls, deep in thought.

“Have we run out of meat already?” Lottie asked. She crossed her arms, waiting for the blonde to reply.

“We have food for tomorrow’s lunch,” she said. Her eyes were on the rifle, as if she was considering how crazy it would be to get out in the middle of the night to find an animal.

“That’s it?” Lottie looked out the window, as she too was wondering the same thing.

“Yeah,” Natalie sighed. She looked reluctant to even speak the words. “Tomorrow, we’ll have to play again.”

Play. Lottie almost laughed at the word. They haven’t played in too long. Not even since the plane crashed.

“Okay,” she said instead. “I’ll work on it.”

Lottie came back to the attic, and laid down beside you. She put her hand on your cheek, and smiled when you moved closer, seeking her out even in your sleep.

Lottie knew what they were doing, what she was doing, would be considered psychotic if anyone outside of the group were to find out. But they couldn’t hear the whispers that came with the wind, they couldn’t feel the hunger that stuck like cheap gum on long hair. They couldn’t, but she could, and she knew she had to listen to the wilderness to keep you alive.

You were the most important person in her life. You were her lifeline. When she first saw you, her breath had stopped for a second. She had wanted you ever since, and had done everything to ensure you stayed by her side. She had the means for it. Especially now, in the middle of nowhere, with a group of people that would do anything she asked for.

“I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered against your hair. “I promise.”

The Queen of Hearts.

The card stared back at you, almost mockingly.

You swallowed hard, looking around the room. You wanted to take it all in, the tranquility of the cabin before you turned the card around and everyone would be craving your meat like wild animals.

Your eyes caught Lottie’s. She looked beautiful, with her antler crown and her dark brown hair falling on soft waves. She looked back, always aware whenever you looked at her, and the smile she gave you froze midway when she noticed your face.

“No,” she said, arms falling down to her sides. All strength seemed to leave her all at once. While the others kept choosing a different card from the stack, she walked up to you in fast steps.

“Run.”

You looked into her wild eyes, feeling her fingers digging into your arms. You blinked once, twice, and then once more, and before you knew it, the card was on the ground and you were running towards the door.

“It’s Y/N,” Shauna said. She looked detached, gone. Her eyes no longer had any warmth in them.

“Fuck,” Natalie said, looking at Lottie. She rushed to grab the rifle and held tight onto it, making sure no one else would grab it and use it to hunt you.

“She can’t get away,” someone said, and it was as if a light switch was turned on.

Everyone except Lottie and Natalie left the cabin, searching for you. They screamed your name, running in different directions to find you.

“This can’t be right,” Lottie said, completely out of it. She stared at the door, eyes out of focus. “Y/N is mine. They wouldn’t hurt her. The wilderness promised. I promised.”

“I—” Natalie was lost for words. She had never been okay with anything they were doing. She felt guilty; if she had managed to find enough food to keep everyone well fed… “I’m so sorry, Lot.”

Hours went by, and you remained hidden.

You moved stealthily, remembering all the advice Nat had taught you in those times you hunted with her.

Keep your head down. Use the woods to your advantage. Never look back, always move forward.

You did as she had told you all those weeks ago. You could hear them all around you, steps that never flattered unlike yours, screams that called for your blood, for your death.

You kept going, until you fell down. You almost moaned, but held yourself back in time. If they heard you now, it would be over.

You looked at your foot, grabbing it. It hurt like a bitch.

Something moved to your left, and you ignored the pain to get up. You couldn’t fight anyone sitting on the floor.

Instead, you found yourself staring at a white hare. You blinked in disbelief. It couldn’t be possible. Nat and Travis had said time and time again there were no animals left to hunt.

So why was a hare right in front of you?

You watched as it dug into the snow, disappearing from sight. You crawled towards the place the animal had just been at, and you noticed a small hole. With desperation, using the last remaining rays of sunlight, you moved the snow away, trying to find what you thought could be your salvation.

The hare’s den.

Your hands were numb and freezing by the time you found it. There were at least ten of them, piled up together in their home to keep safe from the cold. You felt sorry for a second before you reached for the first one, wasting no time to twist its neck.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you sobbed. You took off your jacket, and laid the animal there. You did the same with the others, only thinking of how long they would keep the group fed.

They wouldn’t go rotten for a while if you kept them by the snow, and someone could make broth with them. If the group was smart, the animals laying on your jacket would keep you fed for well over a month.

You got up when you were done, trying not to think of what you had just done with those innocent hares. Your steps were clumsy and uneven, what with the snow and your throbbing ankle. You took a big sigh, and walked back to the cabin, hoping you could explain yourself before you were attacked by someone, anyone.

When you saw lights by the cabin, you almost went back into the woods. They had regrouped, probably arranging themselves into different groups to cover the entire forest until they found you.

Taissa was the first one to notice you, limping toward the cabin. In a moment of loyalty you had thought long forgotten, she shut her mouth and turned back around, giving you some ahead time to run.

But you didn’t. You moved forward, stepping loudly so everyone could hear.

“Y/N,” Lottie said, out of breath. She ran towards you, wrapping her arms tightly around you, knees deep in the snow you had just fallen to, incapable of holding yourself up anymore.

You knew then, with the way she was holding you, that she would die protecting you. She wouldn’t move away from you even if they crawled at her skin until they reached muscle and bone.

“Lottie,” Shauna said, almost weary. “Move away from Y/N.”

“You won’t take her away from me,” Lottie said. You had never heard her sound so fierce.

“We need food,” Misty said.

“I have food,” you said. Your voice was muffled by Lottie’s chest.

“What?”

You moved away from your girlfriend, and rested the jacket on the ground. Silence was the only response you recieved.

Everyone looked at the hares, in complete confusion.

“It’s not possible,” Natalie said. She kneeled down in front of you and grabbed one of the hares, as if to check if they were real.

“It is,” Lottie said, with a conviction that made you furrow your eyebrows. “Y/N has brought us food. She’s the Wilderness’ daughter.”

“What?” Shauna asked, looking between you and the hares.

“Can’t you see?” Lottie asked, getting up. She faced the entire group with a smile on her face. “She is mine, and she is protected by the Wilderness. The Wilderness is her mother.”

You wanted to shake your head, to tell Lottie to shut up, but you were still in shock. In a few days, you would process everything that had happened and finally understand the severity of the situation, of just how close you had been to being hunted by your own friends, but at the moment you couldn’t think of anything except how scared you were, so you just allowed Lottie to wrap her arms around your forearms, trying to help you get up.

“My foot,” you complained.

“Someone hurt you?” she asked, sweetly. Too cheerful given the situation.

“No.”

But Lottie didn’t hear you. She got up again, looking at the crowd with fire in her eyes.

“Do you see what you have done?” she asked. “You hurt her. You know what would’ve happened if someone had taken her from me?”

The group remained silent, looking at Lottie as if they were mesmerized. A few of the girls had kneeled down to grab one of the hares, them checking too if they were real, and had stayed there, kneeling in front of your girlfriend.

“Everyone would have been killed by the Wilderness. She has been benevolent this time, allowing you to hurt what’s mine and still keeping you fed. But it won’t happen again.”

You looked in disbelief as everyone nodded.

“Now go work on dinner, and be thankful for the food she has brought.”

To your utter surprise, Lottie grabbed you bride style and lifted you up. She made you rest your head on her shoulder, and carried you back to the cabin. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” she whispered as she sat you down in one of the chairs that were by the fire. She kneeled before you, and took off your shoes. “I should’ve kept you safe. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

You watched as she got up to get the little medical supplies there were left. She kneeled and grabbed your swollen foot, and left a kiss on your shin.

“I’ll do better next time,” she promised. She wrapped some bandage over the afflicted zone, apologizing when you complained. “I will. No more card games for you. No one is ever going to touch you again. No one but me.”

“Lottie…”

She gave you a smile after she was done with the bandage. It was slightly crooked, and a little tight, and she knew she should have asked Misty to do it, but she would rather die than see another woman touching you.

You were hers. She could finally understand— it had all happened for a reason. The two of you meeting, you joining the football team, the plane crash… It was all for a reason.

“Don’t you see, baby?” she asked, eyes wide open. A smile split her face in half, making you slightly uneasy. “You are mine. My queen. The child of the Wilderness. We both look out for you.”

On any other day, you would have been combative. You would have told her she was overreacting, and that she should calm down. That the entire thing was maddening, and it was no one’s fault.

But you were so tired, and your leg hurt, and you wanted to cry over the betrayal you had felt when your friends had tried to kill you to eat you.

So instead, you nodded, and followed her back to the attic.

“My baby,” Lottie wrapped a jacket around your shoulders. “You must’ve been so cold. But not anymore.”

She kissed your shoulder when you laid behind her on the bed, and you allowed her to hold you through the night.

Lottie smiled when she felt your breath slow down, indicating you had fallen asleep.

She could hear noises downstairs. The girls were already preparing dinner. She would go down in a while to grab food for the two of you, but until then, she held you tight.

[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)

[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)

[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

[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…”

[gothsoyl]

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ BOTS RELEASE (c.ai | janitor.ai)

✧ ⁺ ⁺ non-human!yellowjackets characters edition req ✧ ⁺ ⁺

◦ natalie scatorccio (mermaid!nat who saved you) character.ai and janitor.ai

◦ lottie matthews (deer!lottie who was saved from poachers) character.ai and janitor.ai

◦ jackie taylor (your parent' gift is a bunny!jackie) character.ai and janitor.ai

◦ misty qiugley (puppy!misty is obsessed with you) character.ai and janitor.ai

[strawberrysodaslut]

heavily debating if i should start my yellowjackets fic NOW or wait until s3 comes out because i know canon is gonna fuck whatever plans i have over i just KNOW IT

[wlwxreader]

hear me out… yandere Lottie thinking youre some sort of angel sent by the wilderness

you ask and you shall receive!!!🫡 posted here

[l4venderm3nace]

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?

[livelovecaliforniadreams]