hi, welcome to my blog!! it's just a collection of short stories about women x reader because I'm a big fat lesbian 🤭
I mostly write domestic fluff, sometimes a bit of angst, and just sweet little blurbs. I'm probably not going to start a series because I find tumblr hard to navigate when it comes to that kind of stuff, plus it's too time consuming. I don't have time for a series, but I'll write any blurb that comes to my head or is requested.
I've been resurrected by the new season so this blog is back open for business!!
masterlist can be found here!!
open: hc, blurbs, oneshots
closed: nothing <3
taking requests!!
I will write:
- angst
-fluff
- headcanons
- smut (not everyone).
predominantly writing for yellowjackets!! (pre-crash, post-crash or adults).
- jackie taylor
- lottie matthews
- shauna shipman
- natalie scatorccio
- misty quigley
- taissa turner
- van palmer
ships I'll write for:
- jackieshauna (my loves)
- taivan
- lottienat
- mistynat (because no one gets them like I do)
will still write for hunger games, don't worry! just shortening the list :/
- lucy gray baird
- katniss everdeen
also, i am now writing for my new special interest, until dawn!!
- sam giddings
- jessica riley
- emily davis
- ashley brown
- beth washington
- hannah washington
(because i love all the girls equally and they are my babies)
i don't write about/for men because honestly i prefer to write about wlw relationships. I can occasionally write nsfw content but smut lowkey makes me uncomfortable to write (sorry). but if you want a little fluffy piece about one of my fave girls, i'll be more than happy to!!
most of my readers are imagined as women, but I never really use pronouns so you can imagine the reader as whatever you like!! also, I don't really write readers with body types in mind; I try to keep my writing really vague so it doesn't take away from the experience.
if there's someone else you'd like me to write for, please ask!! I might have forgotten them and would love to!!
origin of your user: i love soapy t and i love ella purnell sooo soapyspurnell!!!
i will always order this food: ice cream <3
overused emoji: 🥹✌️these two plus 😛
current favourite show/movie/book: oh yellowjackets fs
song(s) on repeat: currently fuck me eyes by ethel cain
last thing you really got into: heated rivalry
oddly specific thing that brings you joy: taking random personality quizzes
phone wallpaper: bunnies!!!
what smell makes you happy: hmm definitely like (artificial) strawberry or watermelon
morning night or other kind of person: im def a night owl <3
what's your work/profession: still in school but wanna be an actress/writer, something like that
tagging (gonna try and do my new followers since ily guys n wanna get to know yall better): @girltwinkjackietaylor @thepearlsuicides @nakedlynch @artsy1reese @shaunagooner and ofc my goats @rippedpatches @zozogoloco
origin of my user: my name is dani and I used this blog to write about whatever was rotting my brain.
I will always order this food: anything with halloumi. I am a halloumi FREAK.
overused emoji: 😔😭🥺🙏😙💔
current favourite show/movie/book: saw and the pitt. I'm really into the re games atm.
song(s) on repeat: join me in death by HIM, streets of LA by ayesha erotica, lady gaga. just everything by lady gaga (the dead dance, scheiße and why did you do that probably at the top).
last thing you got into: technically I got into the pitt last, but I'm currently getting into resident evil (ready to clock in as a leon kennedy and claire redfield glazer).
oddly specific things that bring you joy: people letting me talk endlessly. you could say yapping is my part time job.
phone wallpaper: me and my friends <3
what smell makes you happy: floral, tropical, fruity scents. anything that reminds me of summer tbh.
morning night or other kind of person: also definitely a night owl.
what's your work/profession: hospo hostage 😔
tagging: @meizinism. . . honestly I don't really have anyone else, so if you wanna join!
to the moot who got me onto amanda young, thank you so much oml. I may not remember who you are, but you are so precious to me purely for giving me her
merry christmas!!! my gift was for @lcvrboys and i wrote a group fic with blink and you miss it jossam and samily pairings (you'll understand once you read it i fear).
hi hi! i hope i delved deep enough into sam and emily’s headspaces for you, sorry this kind of turned into more of a group fic while i wasn’t looking (whoops) but it’s still very much sam, emily and even josh-centred (with hints of jossam and samily if you squint). i didn't know which ship to incoporate, so i accidentally did both. HELP. this is low-key giving challengers, ANYWAYS. i saw that you loved seeing the group interact and how they connect to each other/how they view each other, so i also hope that this was an interesting enough exploration into the groups dynamics (and also just a heap of fun!).
okay, enough rambling. please enjoy!
here's a little blurb:
“Is Josh just going to wait by the door until everyone arrives? Or. . .”
“I think he’s waiting for someone in particular,” Sam replied.
“Not you?”
If anyone asked Sam, she’d blame the blush on sitting too close to the fireplace. However, Emily could read the blonde just as well—she knew what it meant but wouldn’t say anything. “Chris, I think. Heard he’s bringing the booze.”
“Mike’s bringing drinks,” Emily corrected, her eyebrows lifted.
“. . . Pretty sure Chris told me he was.”
The two stared at each other for a minute, coming to the same conclusion simultaneously. “They both are.”
“Welp, guess we’re getting smashed this year,” Sam commented.
happy until dawn 10th anniversary!!! my gift was for @nyanlion759 and i wrote a crashley fic, trying to incorporate as many of your headcanons as possible. i didn't want to take away from the pairing, but i tried my best to incorporate chris and jessica's friendship because i LOVED the idea of that. i hope you enjoy!
here's a little blurb:
the washington's parents are out of town, which means only one thing: the hottest party of the year. the friend group gets up to all kinds of shenanigans (luckily none that involve pranks or any cannibalistic monsters), but most importantly, chris finally works up the courage to go for it!
Hi there!! Stumbled upon this account and I just couldn't miss the opportunity! If it doesn't bother yall, may I request some angsty stuff for Emily? Preferably with a fem reader 🫶 thankss
TWIN FLAME | EMILY DAVIS
CONTAINS : Emily being Emily (we love her tho), gore and violence, character deaths, past trauma, the safe room incident, angst, mild language, usual until dawn shenanigans, small description of a female reader, set a few years after until dawn, dark pictures references, might make a part two...
Two survivors stood in the cold winter watching as a cabin burned to rotting wood and ashes. Then all of it was over, a misunderstanding that resulted in a life or death decision ended with Emily Davis never wanting to speak to you ever again, but it's hard to do so when the only other survivor can understand the horrors that occurred that night.
The stench of rotting flesh and charred wood was always present in your nose. It didn't matter where you were, you could never get rid of the smell, it was always there and a constant reminder of what happened, of the things you'd done or said.
Your conscience would never truly be clear, the guilt that had clawed its way into your skin and settled inside your very soul prevented that. There was so much blame that bleeded out, so much guilt and shame and horror, you'd never been the type to feel much guilt in the past, was it your punishment to only feel such a thing now. You have remembered that night for as long as you lived it, the hot iron blood, the screech that made your ears bleed, those horrid scars that never healed quite right, your friends, it always circled back to them.
You attended the funerals despite not being welcome, a shadowy figure blended in with the dark outfits as they'd been put to rest. You were deemed a lunatic, a crazy girl who told lies to save her own skin. Melinda Washington's anger was the fiercest, she had struck you in the face the moment you tried to lay flowers for Josh. Sometimes in your broken sleep you dream about them, Mike's stupid jokes, Chris and Ashley staring at each other lovingly but never making a move, Sam's laugh, Jessica's music you'd both listen to while driving, Matt's football facts that had made him seem smarter than he was. You missed them, to lose them all in one night, everything you ever knew, it was all gone, they were all gone.
All except for one. Emily Davis.
You haven't spoken to her since the incident, she cut you off and might as well have spat in your face. You tried to reach out when you were in the police station in the cold quiet hours of the morning but her harsh words shut you down and so you stopped trying. She hadn't shown up at the funerals, she was always smarter than you, she must have known how people would react, you'd only caught a few glimpses of her since the incident, she visited Matt's grave monthly to replace flowers, you'd even seen her lay a bunch down at Jessica's despite their broken friendship that had occurred.
Any drama in the past seemed pathetic to think about, it was pointless and petty and you knew that now, you had been a bad person back then and an even worse friend, a thing you were able to acknowledge now.
You thought about her a lot, your only living friend but it was hard to use that word to associate her with, you had stopped being friends the moment you decided to back Mike up that night, doing nothing as he pointed a gun in her face and got so close to pulling the trigger. You were still able to remember the look on her face, the terror as everyone stood by, how you stood by, you couldn't look at her, you didn't listen to her cries as the gun clicked, it was something that always stuck with you.
Did she have nightmares as you did? Did she also awaken screaming and thrashing in the night like you did? Did her parents have to rock her back to sleep and assure her she was safe? You didn't know, you never knew a thing about her after that night, you never tried and neither did she, a part of you thought she must've been over it, she would have moved on with her life, she was a tough cookie and unlike you she didn't crumble into crumbs. You felt as if you'd never see her again, the only person who might be able to understand what you're going through and she'd ended up hating your guts. You needed someone to get what happened, to not brush off your insistence of that monster that took away your friends, nobody ever took your claims seriously, nobody ever would.
Your mother had suggested group therapy, a small little thing in the back of some church, somewhere that could help you understand your trauma better and so you had gone to stop her worrying. You could see the stares and whispers and laughter as they deemed you crazy but it ended up being worse than that.
Emily was the one running it.
Your former friend, Emily, who had never been the nicest of your friends. Emily, who had slapped your friend when she told the truth. Emily, who pushed you into danger of those monsters to save her own skin. That Emily, how on earth she was running some sort of therapy group was a shocker to you, something you'd never be able to figure out for yourself.
Emily Davis was running a therapy group and you had no idea whether to stay or go.
You needed help, whether you got it from Emily or not, a therapy group was the start of a rough recovery, so your crumbling guilty soul forced you to stay, sitting near the exit at the back of the group and watching what went on and what was said. She hadn't looked in your direction at all so you must've been doing the discreet thing right, all the focus was on an older man who said he fought these underground monsters in Iraq back in 2003. You believe him, so does everyone else.
These people were just like you, they'd experienced this unimaginable horror that nobody would believe, they all had a story and now you didn't feel so crazy from creepy monsters underground to werewolves that slaughtered some summer camp, everyone had a story, you just had no idea if you wanted to tell yours. You wondered if Em- if Emily had shared anything from that horrible night at Blackwood Mountain. The stories went on and on, and Emily didn't say a word, she just listened. You could not stop staring at her, still unsure if this was some twisted nightmare you'd wake up from. Your nails dug into your arm, pinching the skin sharp enough that you knew you must've been awake and that this was real. Emily Davis was really here and you didn't know what to do, why on earth did you decide to stay and listen.
She seemed better, as if nothing had ever happened to her. The only noticeable things being a faint scar on her head and the faint line of a sharp disfigured bite poking out from beneath the thin strap from her fancy top. She seemed at peace unlike you, she seemed healed, happy, the Emily you knew only appeared through the smaller reactions that swam across her features.
The group had finished up and some stayed for warmed up coffees or sweet teas, chattering amongst themselves and you looked at Emily once more to see her laughing at something a member of group had said, she was smiling a lot brighter, glossy lips genuine with these people she'd been helping and it was then you knew that you wouldn't stay much longer, she had healed and you hadn't and for your own guilt ridden reasons you didn't want to drag up the past and ruin any progress that she'd built. You exited the way you entered, quiet and unheard, hood up and an awkward shuffle of feet as you push open the door. She's better off without you, there's a reason she never tried to contact you all those years, you knew it and so did she, it didn't need to be said aloud to be known.
If you had looked back, you would have seen her beside the window, watching you leave her life like she left your life all those years ago.
Instead, she shut the door, as if you were a mere stranger and you didn't acknowledge the noise of it closing, Emily had closed the door on her past and you were trapped, a single lock keeping you in the horrific past.
