The secret wish is to write a fanfic that someone loves so much they make fan art of it, or to create a drawing that someone creates an entire fic based off of it.

don't cry, don't cry

the sex life of college girls tatum no archive warnings apply

If she knew what was good for her, she would block Leighton’s instagram. Cut her out completely. Never talk to her again, pretend like she was a stranger if they ever crossed paths on campus. Realistically, Tatum didn’t think she could do that. The problem was that, as much as she needed to get over Leighton, she’d never dated someone who’d had such a deep understanding of her before. Someone who understood her, her position, her thought processes.

I'm breaking the habit tonight

the sex life of college girls alicia/leighton creator chose not to use archive warnings

Fifteen minutes later, Leighton was finally drunk enough to go through with her plan. Her words were slurring together, and she couldn’t walk straight, but none of that mattered. Scanning the people around her, she spotted a guy she’d flirted with a little earlier. He was single, he was stereotypically attractive, he was perfect.

we were built to fall apart

yellowjackets lottie/laura lee graphic depictions of violence, major character death

A long day of boring lectures and listening to music between classes, nationals creep up on Lottie, making practice pile up by the minute. She struggles to keep her vampiric abilities in check as she runs across on the field, the ball dancing between her feet. In her spare time, she decided to doodle, but as she sketched out her girlfriend, her eyes widened in horror as she mutilated the drawn face of Laura Lee on the paper.

OR

Lottie is a schizophrenic vampire, and now she's in the wilderness without her meds or any good supply of blood!

MULTICHAPTER !!! 24k words!! 3/3 chapters

I like how you look when you really beg

yellowjackets lottie/nat no archive warnings apply

Obediently, Lottie nodded her head, and they resumed their shopping. Somehow, Lottie managed to hold it all the way until they reached the register. Standing behind the conveyor belt, Lottie couldn’t wait anymore. “I have to go,” she breathed into Nat’s ear.

“You know the rules, babe,” she didn’t take her eyes off of the conveyor belt and cashier as she spoke.

Barely processing what Nat said, Lottie winced a little, feeling a little bit of pee leak into her underwear. Not enough to show on her skirt, not yet anyway, but she could feel it. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she shot Nat another desperate look, who just shook her head no. Before all of their stuff was bagged, Lottie leaked again, feeling a small, warm trickle of pee stream down her leg. She was grateful it was warm outside. 

know it's for the better

yellowjackets nat no archive warnings apply

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” she muttered, kicking the rock with each “fuck”. She couldn’t remember ever being so upset about something before. She couldn’t remember ever being so in love before. Blinking away the tears that were forming in her eyes, Nat couldn’t think of a time she’d ever wanted to be intoxicated more than she did in that moment.

one hour, two bottles and straight to the hotel

yellowjackets lottie/nat no archive warnings apply

“You remember the rules, right?” Lottie turned to look at Nat while they were stopped at a red light.

Sighing, Nat grumbled, “Yeah. I have to tell you what I’m drinking and how much I have of it, I can’t touch anyone else in a sexual way, and I have to ask to take a piss.”

“Good girl,” affirmed Lottie, turning her attention back to the road. She didn’t have to look at Nat to know that her face was flushed bright red.

to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny

yellowjackets lottie/shauna no archive warnings apply

It was almost like a drug, the way that being allowed to express her anger like that had made her feel. Like being high without having taken anything. If she thought about it, Lottie made her feel that way a lot. Like she was on something, and it made everything feel so surreal. There were parts that were bad too, but no drug was all good, right?

___________________________________

Making other people feel better – she couldn’t explain it, but it made her feel something. For years, she’d been okay just being a friend. Someone to offer support if it was needed. But it finally felt like she was doing something, and it was exhilarating. She didn’t care that it was at her own expense. How could she care, when it clearly made other people feel better?

I can't remember to forget you

yellowjackets jackie & shauna no archive warnings apply

She dwelled on the mistakes of yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. The way that she wished she could forget them, forget it all, but she couldn’t. Finally stretching her legs out, Shauna crawled forward to actually get her journal. She flipped through its filled pages, letting herself cry as she read through it. She wanted to destroy the pages, destroy the evidence of the way she thought about Jackie. But she couldn’t repeat yesterday’s mistakes again.

baby it's halloween, we could be anything

yellowjackets lottie/nat no archive warnings apply

Scooting in a little closer, Nat leaned up against Lottie, putting her head on her shoulder as the movie started. Only a few minutes in, Lottie found herself getting nervous. She wasn’t a big fan of horror movies, but she loved Nat, and she knew Nat would protect her. Nat’s cuddles were welcomed by Lottie as she tried to find comfort in any way she could.

Every time a gun was shot, Lottie flinched a little. She wrapped her arm around Nat, pulling her in even closer. The tense music wasn’t helping, causing her anxiety to spike. Normally, she wouldn’t watch horror movies, but normally she didn’t have Nat by her side.

Some of the scenes were okay. Anything where the music wasn’t too ominous, or where there weren’t gunshots every few seconds. The first five minutes were pretty bad for Lottie, but she found that once the scene switched over to focus on Andy, it wasn’t so awful. She was still scared, more out of anticipation than anything else, but Nat was there to comfort her.

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love, only to find out you are the one holding the gun

yellowjackets shauna & jackie creator chose not to use archive warnings

Trying to wake herself up, with almost a level of desperation, Jackie went to touch her body. Her hand went through her own flesh. Before she could even figure out how to react, she heard the door to the cabin open. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Shauna come out of the cabin, freezing as they made eye contact.

“Jackie-” Shauna started to say, a look of confusion flashing on her face for a split second before settling on hurt and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Jax. I shouldn’t have said what I said last night, especially not in front of all of our friends. Please, come inside,” she begged. It seemed like Shauna hadn’t realized that Jackie was a ghost, at least not yet. “It’s cold out, please, don’t stay out here.”

grabbing new writers by the shoulders. it is important to write what you love and to love what you write. if you spend all your time trying to make something other people will approve of you will hate yourself and everything around you. learn at your own pace. you have time. i’m proud of you

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

why don't you lay down and sleep, shauna

yellowjackets shauna & lottie creator chose not to use archive warnings

“This isn’t Javi, and it’s not Jackie, Shauna. This is an animal,” she muttered under her breath, “This is not a human body.”

As much as she hoped that saying it out loud would help, it didn’t. Her hand still shook – to the point that she dropped the knife into the snow. She hadn’t minded her job before; it had become a routine, something easy for her: drain the blood, cut the body to get the meat, discard the inedible parts.

Her eyes drifted down to her feet, where there was a small puddle of blood now. She had blindfolded herself to drain and prepare Javi’s body, and yet it still reminded her. It was too similar. The way the blood pooled on the table, dripping off the edge into the snow. The sound it made when it hit the ground, a near-constant little splat when it made contact (she could only hear it because the rest of the world felt silent to her).

A COMINT !!