whichever number is bialyssa /j
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congratulations ! you got no. 26: [ OLIVIA / UTICA ]
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whichever number is bialyssa /j
UMMMM 26!!!!
congratulations ! you got no. 26: [ OLIVIA / UTICA ]
aww they look so happy to see each other! 🥺🥰
Consider the following
PLEASE! the way these prompts are so accurate, like i can legit see these happening between them 💀💀💀
https://otp-prompt-generator.neocities.org
OTP Prompt Generator
link for this rad prompt generator if y’all are interested ;)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32071903
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I wrote a thing
Is this Olivia and Utica in these past Untuckeds?
HOLY FUCK SILICA/LUX IS SO FUCKING
GOOD
I’M HOLLERING
Mildly inspired by that Luxica anon from last night, how about Utica and Olivia baking a cake(or pie,whichever) together? (hopefully that wasn`t vague)
“I’ve never been so excited to bake,” Olivia chirped, “and that’s saying something.” She fluttered around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and lining them up on the counter.
Utica tilted her head curiously. “What’s so special about now? It’s just my parents’ kitchen.” Though she really couldn’t complain, anything that made Olivia smile like that was a win in her book.
“We’re on a farm, these are the freshest ingredients we’ll ever get! Like, we harvested all of this ourselves, even the farmer’s market has that degree of separation,” she explained, not missing a beat in her enthusiasm, getting right to work mixing the ingredients.
She giggled softly, doing her best to keep up with how quickly her girlfriend worked. “Haven’t you ever been to a farm before?”
“Sure, but I never got to bake in a farmhouse kitchen. I’m living my cottagecore fantasy right now, baby.”
“Then by all means, go ahead,” Utica hummed, finally deciding to back off and let Olivia bake, sticking to cleaning duty instead - it was probably safer for both of them, anyway. Besides, she would never tire of watching her in her element, no matter which one it was.