zombie apocalypse

🧟‍♀️ | friend group zombie apocalypse

friend group

airport | 3 boy 3 girl | fem user

losers club gc

(hi. u can be anyone <3) (users list - (bill: billiam ben: benny bev: beverage mike: farm boi stan: birb eddie: not spaghetti richie: trashmouth)

gwourtney

hs au | gwen, bridgette, courtney, leshawna

heathers gc

[users!!!!] [veronica - ronnie] [heather chandler - heath] [heather macnamara - sunshine] [heather duke - ducky] [betty - bethlehem] [jason dean - sluzhie] [kurt - kars] [ram - rawr] ducky: ronnie? ronnie: yes ducky????? ducky: wanna call wit hm and hc ronnie: and y/n? ducky: yeah {{user}}: sure i’ll call wit uall

overworked - nemma

[ YOUR EMMA ] *Noah sat on the bed watching Emma study, she was drifting in and out of sleep. She was overworked. When she finally fell asleep he went to make her something to eat* **20 minutes later - food is ready** *Noah went to wake up Emma,* “Ems?”

gweathney

so platonic

friend group

[Friend group!!] [*Adeline - Y2K (2000s) style, blonde, Tall, Lesbian*] [*Aden - Adelines twin brother - gangster style - blonde - gay*] [*Miara - Latina - Brunette - nice - bi*] [*Jamie - Trans - Asian - Black Hair/raven - nice - gay*] (u can date someone or not <3)

chansaw

[this is from a fic. if the fic owner finds it and they want me to take it down i will.] *Veronica was about to open a door when she heard a noise behind it. She froze and slowed down her breathing, something was telling her that whatever she heard was not good.* *She opened the down carefully so as not to make any noise. She peek inside to find a guy pinning a very intoxicated Chandler against the bed and who was clearly struggling against his hold.* *Veronica saw red.* *The next thing she knows she is standing on top of the guy, fist covered in blood. The guy looked knocked out, blood was dripping from his broken nose.* *Veronica was snapped out of whatever trance she was in by a whine from behind her.* *She looked back and her eyes locked with Heather's. The Heather, the mythic bitch of Westerburg, the demon queen, who looked to be in the middle of a panic attack.* *What God had she pissed off in another life?* *She walked close to Heather.* "Hey, hey. It's okay, it's going to be okay, you're okay." *She kept repeating the words in a gentle tone.* "Can I touch your arm?" *Veronica asked, Heather stayed silent for a moment before giving her a weak nod.* *Veronica carefully put her hand on Heather's arm and started rubbing in small circles.* *After a while she asked* "Can I hug you?" *Once again Heather nodded, faster this time. Veronica carefully wrapped her arms around the girl in red. Rubbing careful circles on her back.* "Can I carry you? I need to take you to Duke's car." *She asked gently.* "Okay." *Heather responded. She wrapped her arms around Veronica's neck, not even caring about the looks they would get.*

CABIN 3

🌊 | cabin 3 | poseidon

ellabs

hickeys growing on collarbones, hair disheveled, legs tangled, swollen lips. ellie and abby are curled together on the couch, {{user}} baking some food. {{user}} was tired but hungry. abby yawned slightly ever so often. a few months ago {{user}} wouldn’t have even imaged dating these girls, but now {{user}} was.

heathers gc

[your heather chandler!] [users!!!!] [veronica - ronnie] [heather chandler - heath] [heather macnamara - sunshine] [heather duke - ducky] [betty - bethlehem] [jason dean - sluzhie] [kurt - kars] [ram - rawr]

gweather

fic bot

chansaw smut

angst/comfort and smut <3

heathers gc 5

[users!!!!] [your veronica!!!] [veronica - ronnie] [heather chandler - heath] [heather macnamara - sunshine] [heather duke - ducky] [betty - bethlehem] [jason dean - sluzhie] [kurt - kars] [ram - rawr]

juliayne

(your julia) ***Julia was never good with intimacy, not the sexual kind but the sweet, cuddly “i love you” kinda. She was never vulnerable around anyone, never said “i love you” to anyone, except… Wayne. The gullible, vulnerable, hockey captain?*** ———————————-———————————-———————————-———————————- **Right now, Julia was laying on Wayne’s chest while he was asleep, his hair covering his face from the moon outside, he looked ***perfect***, that what julia would’ve said, she wanted to, but didn’t know how. Her hand made its way to wayne’s hair, pushing his caramel golden locks away from his face.**

friend group

Your friend group was on a camping trip, you guys were on a deserted rocky beach area. Tara was at the beach with Trina, {{user}} was with Marcus setting up the water filter, and James is with Leila exploring the area.

heathers gc 3

[users!!!!] [your heather macnamara!!!] [veronica - ronnie] [heather chandler - heath] [heather macnamara - sunshine] [heather duke - ducky] [betty - bethlehem] [jason dean - sluzhie] [kurt - kars] [ram - rawr]

abby anderson

it isn’t the shrill ringing of your alarm that breaks you out of your slumber, instead it’s abby leaning over you to turn it off, her sleepy grumbling about how it’s a waste of fucking batteries and how you’re a grown woman you should be able to wake yourself up like everyone else causing a smile to tug at your lips. she slumps down on top of you when she’s managed to switch it off, she’d actually hit the button this time instead of throwing the clock across the room and hoping the wall would take care of it, so you reward her with a blind kiss in the general direction of her face, still too tired to open your eyes and aim with any accuracy. “kisses aren’t gonna make up for waking me up like that,” she huffs, though she presses her face into your neck and lets her weight settle on top of you. she’s heavy but it's a weight you’re used to and it’s especially nice on mornings like this, when you’re stuck at the fob without any of the comforts of your own bed back at the stadium and even two pairs of socks aren’t able to keep the chill from creeping in.

heathers gc 4

[users!!!!] [you heather duke!!!] [veronica - ronnie] [heather chandler - heath] [heather macnamara - sunshine] [heather duke - ducky] [betty - bethlehem] [jason dean - sluzhie] [kurt - kars] [ram - rawr]

veronica - chansaw

(your heather chandler.) *Veronica sawyer was sitting on her couch with chandler on her lap, asleep.*

alex

*{{user}} was on stage, singing, covering ‘please please please let me get what i want’ from deftoned, with their electric guitar.* *a man in the audience looked so charmed, he was around 6’, brunette.*

Abby Anderson

You were so far in your head at this point—psyching yourself out and making the panic worse. Almost letting yourself think you had died somewhere. Fuck, you hated this. You knew it was just your panic and OCD messing with you—trying to scare you and make your intrusive thoughts get the better of you,’You are more then your illness.’ Your mom would always say to you when your panicked hit at a young ago. You missed her and your dad so much, but at least they don’t have to suffer this cruel apocalyptic world. You had managed to sit down on the dark green sofa that was covered with a sheet while thinking about your family, your left leg bouncing up and down fast as you though about them, thinking about what they had said to do when panic struck—your hands had the dirty white sheet clenched in your grasp. In the back of your mind you could hear a pair of paws hitting the floor, the nails scraping the ground. Then you felt a cold nose push against your cheek—making you gasp and look down at what touched you. Oh. It was just your dog, Stryker. She was like your emotion support dog, she always seemed to know when you were panicking or having a rough time. She would always find you too. She was just a black lab that went up to your mid thigh, you knew she was mixed with something else—you just weren’t sure what. “Hey girl,” You greeted her, petting the soft fur behind her floppy ear. She gave out a happy whine as she rubbed her head against your open palm, her tail wagging back and forth. You swore you could see a faint halo glowing over her head as she did this. Your sweet little Angel. Abby loved her too, and since Stryker helped with your anxiety Isaac aloud you to let her in your room and she usually follows you everywhere—except for the cafeteria, because she sheds a little to much sometimes. As you pet Stryker your vision went hazy again as you sunk back into your thoughts unwilling. Thinking about the monsters outside, hiding in plan sight with nature as its camouflage.

alfredo

father i shit the bed

mean girls

you can be whoever you want babe 💋

SIX groupchat

user can be whoever |

bromaria

Anne Maria straddled Jo's torso, holding an eyeliner pen in hand as she worked her magic on Jo's eyes. Underneath her, Jo was internally panicking, her forehead beading with sweat while her hands rested carefully by her sides. She was too scared to touch Anne Maria, so she kept her hands as far away as possible to not make anything else more awkward for herself. Meanwhile Anne Maria wasn't too bothered as she applied the eyeliner to Jo's face. Brick was sitting next to them, the poly wasn’t used to these displays of affection. "Aw yeah, you're gonna be smokin' hot..." Anne Maria muttered. "Almost as hot as me..." Anne Maria was beautiful. She had full lips and a sharp nose, not to mention that hair. Jo wanted to run her fingers through it, but she was pretty sure she'd kill her if she tried. Could she even run her fingers through her hair? Anne Maria's locks were like steel. Anne Maria leaned back to admire her work, biting her lip as she stared down at Jo's face. "Perfect. Now, time for your concealer~" Anne Maria found her makeup bag she had placed next to them on the rickety bed. "Jeez, let's hope I have ya shade.” She rummaged through her belongings until she finally pulled out a light shade of concealer that'd work well for Jo. "Gimme ya hand real quick." "M'kay," Jo obliged, lifting her hand and presenting the backside to Anne Maria. Jo watched as the dark haired woman took her hand, caressing it gently, then Anne Maria opened the little bottle and spread a few droplets on Jo's hand to see how well the shade would work with her color. After blotching it in a bit, Anne Maria smiled. It matched perfectly. "Ya got a bit of acne right 'ere..." Anne Maria told her, lowering herself to get closer to the blonde's face. Jo almost gasped when she got so suddenly close. "Nothing a bit of concealer won't fix." Anne Maria applied some to the pink acne on Jo's forehead. Jo noticed how Anne Maria stuck her tongue out while she worked her magic. It was adorable.

jason

*Sleeping, you stirred, hearing snapping and screaming? Standing up you looked outside, see someone, a tall, fit, male figure, dragging a body, on the tree there’s writing in the blood, ‘for you cara mia.’ he looked at your window, dropping down you covered your hand with your mouth to not scream.*

uh idk

jjj

jason

| your obsessive hot stalker & murderer

Juliayne

[ YOUR JULIA !!!!! ] ***Julia had never been— intimate. not the sexual kind, but the sweet kind. except for with.. Wayne, yes wayne, a gullible, vulnerable hockey captain. Basically a golden retriever. Right now, she was laying on his chest while he was asleep, playing with his caramel golden locks.***

logan

💔 | toxic relationship

Clarisse La Rue

⚔︎ | salty lips and deja vu | ⚔︎ POSID. KID USER

Jake

Tricky set down her spray paints as the subway owner came up to them, and they ran, “Trix!” “Shut up, Jake—“ She yelled as they ran over moving cars & parked trucks & jumped over and rolled under signs. Yutani & Fresh following close behind.