❝ sure thing, norman bates ❞ ❝ oh, fuck off, you pogue ❞ JOHN B x MALE!OC OBX SEASON ONE Cover by @brieIarson!

i'll keep this velvet in your name. netflix's cobra kai seasons 1-4 cover by idlezombie

last time i was here, you were with me ╱ riding on the line between acceptable and angering your girlfriend PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION [ A JEREMIAH FISHER FIC JEREMIAH FISHER x JASPER WILDE EST. 2023 ] a sanktham™‬ concept

rue bowen was a major musical/theater geek who was just trying to finish high school. she was a girl who had built walls around her heart because of her past, and wasn't planning to tear them down any time soon. that was until gina porter came to east high. (gina porter x fem!oc) (ej caswell x male!oc) (season 1 - season 4) book layout by @terrorteen i sadly do not own hsmtmts. i only own rue and any other character i may add.

"this ain't for the best my reputation's never been worst so you must like me for me" or aurora brewer has her heart on the line when it comes to someone like robby keene. cobra kai season 1-6 [ robby keene x fem!oc ]

Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024