SYDNEY!

“I say your name in the warmest way I look for you when I do.”

[thesundaycoast]

introduction ꩜.*

WELCOME TO MY COZY COVE

a personal & writing blog ♡.ᐟ

my name is sydney or sunny! she/her | homoromantic & bisexual | jackie taylor & sarah cameron enthusiast | leo, "lion-hearted gal"

fandoms | masterlist | ao3

requests: currently open!

note: this is very self-indulgent and i'll post whatever i like !! i wanted a different blog for me stuff, so this one will probably have more wlw content and vibes/aesthetic posts to go with headcanons, fics, etc. we'll see !!

[lottieantlerqueen22]

where is her necklace!?? she can’t see without her necklace!! (◞‸◟)



[candlemutt]

UNDER MY SKiN

જ⁀➴ ♡ shauna carves her name into your upper thigh.

### . STARRING Ი𐑼 shauna shipman. ### . FICLET + 1k // fem!reader + no-crash au + established relationship + childhood friends + name carving + sensual makeouts & touching. ### . TW ﾒ nsfw/mdni + knife play + blood (kink).

✧ // i'm testing out "darker" waters, not really, but i don't post stuff like this normally, so enjoy !! this was partially inspired by guilty as sin?, which i had on repeat while writing this. ✧

shauna held the small of your back as she kissed you, tucking a loose strand behind your ear with her free hand. you stumbled around her room while wiskayok attempted an objection: wind clattering at the window, again. lovely, lovely, spring. shauna's comforter tickled the backs of your calves, and you let out a soft sigh as she cupped your jaw. the two of you shimmied onto the bed, but her body never left yours in the dark.

holding her steady above you, shauna's arms rested on either side of your body. she broke the kiss with a breathy inhale, and a trail of spit connected to the two of you like a live wire. chest rising and falling sporadically, she tried to control her breathing while your hands lay on the pillow by your head, curled toward her like you were prey, so open and so exposed. and though you were vulnerable like this, you had never felt as safe you did now.

shauna glanced over your body before pressing another kiss to your lips. a groan escaped her as she broke it again, allowing her the opportunity to kiss your neck instead. shauna sucked at the soft skin until her mark was made in multiple locations. she wanted to make sure people knew you were taken. hers, and only hers. she peppered kisses down your body, leaving you a shivering mess. something you thought she wouldn't take notice of. but shauna could feel it all. the affect she had on you. the goosebumps. the racing heartbeat filling the silence. the way your eyelashes fluttered shut.

once she reached your thighs, her body came to a halt. your skin was so delicate, so smooth, and she forced a swallow, trying to push the thought away.

you noticed her hesitation and shifted your bodyweight onto your elbows. "baby?"

"h-huh? nothing. it's nothing, sweetheart," she said, trying to convince herself the same.

your eyes were wide and kind, expressive like a doll's, and she felt herself being pulled into them, left without words.

"shauna," you said her name like it was fragile in your mouth. "what is it?"

shauna rolled onto her side, and you copied her, leaving the two of you face to face. though it was night, you wouldn't know it with how the moon splashed across the floor.

"i-i was just ... thinking. that's all." her hand snaked up to scratch the back of her neck, a sign she felt anxious. you could read her like a book by now. you'd been doing it since the two of you were kids.

"spill," you replied with a playful tone of voice.

she let out a dry laugh and tried to fake a smile but quickly realized she couldn't. it wasn't worth trying. "i don't wanna..." she bit her lip and averted her gaze. "scare you."

"impossible," you whispered and placed your hand atop hers.

"i thought you'd look pretty with... my name. riiiight here," she said and ghosted her fingertips over your upper thigh. the sensation left your mouth feeling dry and your panties much too wet.

"you mean..."

your stomach lodged itself in your chest as you watched shauna pull a knife out of the back of her jean pocket. she held the wooden handle in her grasp with care, keeping it far away from you until she could gauge a reaction. it was one of those folding knives, the kind you flip up when you're in a sketchy area, in a sketchy situation. the thing is, you never expected shaunie! to carry a weapon for self-defense.

"too much? you can tell me. i won't be mad, i prom—"

your head nodded before the words could catch up "do it."

"do you mean that? because if not, i—"

"shauna."

her brows lowered, and her doe eyes stared back at you. you almost couldn't handle the eye contact. after a while, the seconds all seemed to blend into one continuous moment. your heart fluttered so hard you swore your chest would burst. but you couldn't look away from her.

"carve it. please."

"y/n..."

taking her hand in your own, you guided it back over your thigh and the touch alone felt like too much. it was all too much, yet somehow not enough. so painfully not enough.

"all i've ever wanted is to be yours. please, shauna," you practically pleaded, voice shaky and thin. "prove it. prove that i'm yours."

and that's all it took for shauna to lock onto you again. her mouth was hungry, and you were in need. she pushed you onto your back once more, head hitting the pillow all in a rush. she flipped the blade up as she wedged a knee between your legs, pulling a choked-off moan from your lips. the pressure built in your abdomen.

"shauna," you moaned for only her ears to hear, turning her brain to mush in seconds. she leaned back to get a better look at you.

"fuck. you're perfect. so fucking perfect..."

your forehead was slick with sweat and by this point, you were panting. you felt so far from perfect, and yet, shauna had never felt more in love than in this moment. and neither had you.

holding your thigh steady, she made her first cut, murmuring, hold still, okay? the curve of the s was hard to pull off, but she did her best. while you fought the urge to squirm, a symphony of gasps and whines filled the air, impossible for you to hold back. the bar of the last a made you suck in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. but then it was done. splotchy crimson marks tinted the wound which already stung and ached as tears collected in the inner corners of your eyes.

shauna took a minute to admire her work, her mark, her name in your flesh. proof. proof that you were hers, forever. but she couldn't help herself. she took one swipe over the bloody mess with her tongue, eager to know what you taste like. coppery, metallic, and oddly sweet. she could taste you over and over, but she needed to patch you up, and she did so with haste.

shauna cleaned the cuts, wrapped your leg, and added pressure until the bleeding stopped. she ticked every box. and when everything settled down, it was just the two of you, in her bed, in the dark once again. and it wasn't long before the cuddling led to kissing and the kissing led to her fingers inside, curled just right. until tonight, you'd never experienced such a thing as euphoric tears.

[thesundaycoast]

i helped make this one!! very proud of it but cw for name carving!

[candlemutt]

OVERFLOW

જ⁀➴ ♡ when shauna tells you to let your anger out, she isn't expecting that.

### . STARRING Ი𐑼 shauna shipman. ### . ONESHOT + 1.5k // fem!reader + reader w/anger issues + s3!shauna + established relationship + mentions of shauna's trauma + angst + hurt/comfort. ### . TW ﾒ canon-typical violence.

✧ REQ : here. // this turned out longer than i meant it to, so i actually posted the whole thing on ao3 !! hope that's okay :)) ✧

in shauna's hut, pages of lineless journal paper littered the floor, crumpled or ripped. nails bit into the soft skin of your palms as you held back tears. frustration. anger. it had all been bottled up and had finally reached its brink. you wanted to explode. being stuck out in the wilderness can chip away at a person, but certainly you, who had anger issues prior to the crash. however, it was easier to manage back then with distractions: school, soccer, friends. but now?

shauna peeked her head in, resting her hand on one of the two large branches that made up the entrance. her mouth shifted as it often would when she didn't have the words she needed. and shauna, well, she had been quite the menace around camp. her words terrified the others, but it was her actions that really left them shivering at the thought of her. since losing jackie, and the baby, she had plenty of anger of her own. the difference? shauna didn't bottle it up like you did. she used to. she used to. but it wasn't worth it to her anymore.

shauna crouched down beside you on the soil, not committing to sitting just yet. her eyes fell on the papers scattered around, and she swallowed.

"i gather journaling didn't help," she said.

you sniffled, and you felt her hands on your face, brushing your tears away. "i'm so ... i'm just so..."

"i know." she blinked as if there were cogs turning behind her eyes. "here, come with me."

continue reading...

[thesundaycoast]

this blog is in need of a revamping !! maybe i’ll do that in the next couple days :)

[chrisfroot]

I’m hungry.

and u? 🐝

[mishunss]

i am back in tumblr with new meat🥩🥩

[thesundaycoast]

sorry i haven’t been posting much, everybody !! i’m not the host (i used to be so it’s hard getting used to), so i don’t front as often. but i do want to try posting more :P

[danimalscrushcup]

should’ve known better, don’t you think?

[candlemutt]

FINALLY OMFG !! chapter 3 is out of after hours !! took me so fucking long to write this for some reason ??? i am exhausted ???? but i am FREE. so so enthused.

check out my fic if you like liminal horror, t4t mlm, and shaunanat !!

[st4rryw1ngs]

i love the concept of this kind of heart necklace. i bought this necklace like two months ago, i don’t take it off EVER, and i feel really connected to my favorite characters.

[wiserteriaoverbarefeet]

tubie!jackie with a surgical feeding tube

posting in honor of feeding tube awareness week! every image on here is significant & will be explained below the cut, with more info/hcs on jackie and her condition!

in general, opening a conversation about feeding tubes & normalizing them is so so so important to me. so if you have any questions, thoughts, or requests regarding jackie please feel free to send me an ask and i’d be very happy to respond!!

𑣲 jackie decorates her pumps to make them feel less medical. her room is already overtaken by medical supplies, she needs to find the joy where she can

𑣲 similarly, jackie loves having doodles on her feed bags. often times nat will draw on them for her or write an encouraging messages. often some variation of “i can do hard things” when jackie is struggling with tube feed intolerance

𑣲 jackie has beads of courage to symbolize her journey. each color represents something different - a night spent in the hospital, IV/blood draw, tube exchange, surgery, etc. jackie hangs them her IV pole with pride

𑣲 it’s often very therapeutic for her to string the beads and organize them into piles. it helps jackie put into perspective what she’s overcome and how far she’s come. sometimes it can be hard for her to look at - the ever growing reminder of the trauma. but nat says it shows her strength. she has made it this far, she has it in her to keep going.

𑣲 jackie has so many fun tubie pads, port covers, and clips. they help keep her tubing organized and her stoma clean. and just as important - they’re fun! jackie loves matching them to her outfit or finding ones in fun shapes. it makes her tube feel more like an accessory and less like a medical device.

𑣲 laura lee, who has always been very crafty, learns how to sew them for her. she also makes organizational cases for jackie’s syringes, as jackie is always losing them.

𑣲 jackie has various dolls & stuffed animals with nasal and/or surgical tubes to match hers. they bring her a sense of comfort (she always brings her tubie bunny to the hospital with her) and the representation is so important. she never sees herself out in the world, but at least she can have a doll that she matches

[thesundaycoast]

so so sweet, oh goodness !! <3

[kovrikkk]

🐰💕

[thesundaycoast]

JACKIESHAUNA'S PHOTO ALBUM

shauna's pictures:

jackie's pictures:

happy valentine's day everyone !!

[thesundaycoast]

writing a love letter to my wife!! feeling so very happy and in love and eeee <33 wish me luck that this note doesn’t sound like utter gar-bage.

[thesundaycoast]

STALKER!SHAUNA SHIPMAN

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ headcanons!

f!reader, no crash au, childhood best friends to lovers ⚠︎ mdni/nsfw at the end, mentions of alcohol, this girl is lowkey crazy actually

⟢ shauna who sneaks around your place, snapping pictures of you with her film camera. photography was a hobby she took up during junior year. first it was nature, places with just the right amount of light, subjects that made her feel something. then, it was you. and god, you make her feel something. this particular habit of "stalking" began one evening while she was on her way over to you. in the window, your body could be seen, barely clothed. on show, just for her? some luck shauna had tonight. it took her by surprise. not in a bad way, of course. not anything of the sort. but it did make her feel something, so she took the shot, and ever since then, she purposefully stalls her arrivals to take advantage of the "view."

⟢ shauna who is overprotective. she's got a lot of anger when it comes to people picking on or harassing you, or worse, trying to take you from her. one time, a boy in the hallway made a disgusting, sexual comment about you to one of his friends, and shauna shoved him up against a locker, gripping him by the sweatshirt:

"don't talk about her that way. ever. got it?"

she let go, throwing him against it, and as the locker clattered, he yelped.

⟢ shauna who drops notes in your locker, marked "love, your secret admirer." she tells herself it's "just a prank," but it's the only excuse she has to keep doing it. plus, it couldn't be a prank, in reality. pranks like that hurt people, and shauna would never want to hurt you, ever. each and every word she spills onto the page makes your heart flutter. and deep down, you know you want it to be shauna holding the pen.

⟢ shauna who shares her music with you. whenever you're at her house, she blasts her music, unabashed. nirvana. the cranberries. weezer. liz phair. jackie makes fun of her taste in tunes, but not you. never.

⟢ shauna who memorizes everything about you. your smell. your favorite activities, likes, interests. your schedule. anything that you do or that you might do, shauna knows about it. sometimes, she'll conveniently run into you in places you wouldn't expect to see her. the cafe. the library. the beach? even though you're friends, friends don't tell each other everything. how could she know? yet, she does.

she even buys perfume that she thinks you'll like, spritzing it over her neck, hoping that you'll memorize the small things about her too. anything so you'll notice.

⟢ shauna who's a hopeless romantic. she curls up on her couch late at night and plays movies jackie (the proud hopeless romantic) might like—the same movies shauna's too embarassed to admit she likes: ghost, romeo and juliet, even grease. she imagines you two in every situation. in love. but she can't shake her new favorite: fear.

⟢ shauna who always wants to see you in her flannels, so she offers them up whenever you're cold, saying:

"here, take it. you need it more than me. plus, you look good in it."

and her face turns redder the more direct she is about just how good you look in it.

⟢ shauna who makes the first move, drunk at a party. she later admits to you that she really wasn't that drunk. but when jackie drifts away with jeff, she clings to you. her lips melt into yours behind his truck in the dead of night. you hear laughter, the crackling of fire, and crickets chirping. tipsy, you don't think too hard about it. you love how shauna's hands rake through your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that makes your whole body tingle. and you love how she fits against you. you love how her lips move, how her tongue caresses yours, and oh, how you want to kiss her again and again. friends do this all the time. they must, right? everybody feels this way about their best friend. right?

you don't talk about it for weeks afterward, not until shauna kisses you again, for the second time, at a sleepover. there's no jackie to get in the way. and shauna gets rougher, needier.

⟢ shauna who comes over to your house one day with her book bag and trips, spilling all of its belongings across the floor—but more importantly, the pictures. she flails and tries to collect them all, but there's too many. and you've already seen them. yourself. practically nude. so many pictures. she tries to explain, standing up, clutching her bag close to her chest, but you don't let her. instead, you grab her by the chin and kiss her, hard. now, you two have kissed three times, and shauna doesn't want to stop there.

mdni/nsfw!

she climbs on top of you and pins your hands back onto the comforted. after trailing kisses up your neck, she sinks her teeth into it, sucking until it stings and aches. you writhe beneath her, so she has to hold you still. her knee lodges between your legs. right there. you moan into her touch, into her mouth. her lips are sweet like vanilla and you'd be happy to die right there. under her.

for her first time with you, shauna doesn't want to be too rough. she thinks it might scare you off, but she does want to savor you. so she leaves hickies scattered across your skin, purple and red blooming freckles. your thighs. your neck. your soft, delicate breasts. oh, shauna wantsto leave her mark everywhere. when she finally slips her fingers inside—one, two, then three—filling you up, you know you're hers. and when she curls them during your climax, you scream it for her to hear. yours, only yours.

A/N: i'm used to writing quite soft and fluffy headcanons so this is a bit ... "not my forte," but i think these fit shauna! what do y'all think?

[evrythngisblue]

all i need shauna shipman ⋆⭒˚.⋆

you'd gone quiet since winter began. the weight of your surroundings had consumed your thoughts, leaving you feeling estranged to the world around you. you didn't talk much anymore, nor did you do anything besides your required chores. everyone just let you do what you needed to. they were focused on survival.

everyone but shauna. your best friend before the plane crash, the one person who was affected by your silence and change in personality— or lack of it.

the two of you used to be inseparable. she'd drive you everywhere, sneak into your window late at night. you were the only person who'd truly ever mattered to shauna. and now? that girl she loved so dearly was gone.

you sat on the wooden porch of the rotted cabin, leaning against a splintered pillar as you watched the snow fall. it probably wasn't a bright idea to be outside in just a gauzy nightgown— probably lottie's, and a jacket, but you were too numb to feel the cold seeping into your bones. you'd slipped out behind natalie and travis as they left for their daily hunt, attempting to escape from the others to breathe. your absence went unnoticed by all, again, but shauna.

the front door of the cabin creaked as it opened. you didn't have to turn to figure out who it was. a presence was felt beside you, as a mop of dark brown hair appeared in your peripheral vision. shauna sat down beside you, concerned doe eyes watching you as if you were an animal she was trying not to scare away.

"hey." she murmured, searching for any expression in your face, or a verbal answer. when she didn't receive one, she continued. "it's... uh... it's freezing out here. you should come back inside." you responded with a shake of your head, gaze still locked onto the white lands in front of you.

shauna grabbed your chin lightly, turning your face toward her so that she could look at you properly. you looked at her face, studying the clear worry and love shining through.

"you never talk to me anymore. i'm worried." at being called out, your gaze drops away from her to the ground, almost as if you felt guilty for your selfish behavior. "i love you. please don't push me away." she'd confessed quietly, thumb stroking over your cheek as she watched tears well up in your eyes.

she pulled you into her arms, letting you rest your head on her as she cradled it, shushing you as you sobbed quietly on her shoulder.

"it's okay. you're gonna be okay."

my doe eyed princess ❤️‍🩹. not enough shauna angst in this world. i just wanted to write for her cause i don't have any reqs for her as of rn