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This is definitely biased but I so badly wanna like play with Lottieβs hair . So my request is like Lottie and the reader are dating and she always comes over before a game to like braid her hair and like when the game is done and she sleeps over she takes it out and plays with it and brushes it for her . I hope thatβs enough for an idea βΉοΈ
Here you go!! Sorry it took so long tumblr deleted the entire thing π
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Braids
βΎπ€ ~ Summary: fluff basically
Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
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Soccer was a big deal for your friends. You were meant to join, back when everyone else did, but you opted for cheerleading instead - dancing in front of the bleachers with bright pom poms. Today, the Yellowjackets soccer team were playing against state rivals, and your team was there, as per usual. Everyone was there, the players warming up in the changing rooms. You watched the coach set up the field from afar in your awfully tight cheerleading uniform, waiting for the the game to start.
"She cheers for you louder than she ever did for her boyfriend." Van laughed deeply, stretching her legs and waiting for Lottie to laugh with her. "Yeah, well, the boys team kinda sucks." Tai intervened, Van just let out a weak 'yeah'. "Ex, boyfriend." Lottie insinuated, giving Van a pouty look.
As the Yellowjackets ran out, your eyes landed on Lottie, your best friend of 5 years now turned into some secret relationship. She gave you a grin plastered in excitement, and you returned with a warm smile. Next, the opposing team ran out, but the cheer was louder for the Yellowjackets, as per usual.
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This morning you spontaneously showed up to Lottie's house, at about 6:30. Of course, she was still asleep, and you weren't surprised to see a bed-haired, droopy eyed Lottie answer the door. "What the hell, y/n." Her voice was raspy, her shirt inside out. "I'm helping you get ready for your game!" You lit up, ignoring her obviously altered state of consciousness. She had to agree, letting you in as you took it upon yourself to make coffee whilst she got dressed. She came back and fell onto the kitchen island chair, still partially unconscious. "Excited?" You smiled, handing her a mug, "I shouldn't be awake right now, you know." Lottie sighed.
You spun around to face her back, in awe of the sheer size of her house, how lonely Lottie seemed in it, and the absence of her parents. The kitchen was open, it connected to the first floor area, where the staircase was built directly parallel to the kitchen. Everything was awfully plain. A single chair rested beneath the staircase, against the left wall - behind which was a hall leading to one of few bathrooms, and the dining room. No decor, not even a picture frame; one plant near the front entrance to make it seem somewhat homely. Lottie's room was on the second floor, you always admired the artsy look it had in contrast to the rest of the rooms, and you could tell she mostly adhered to her parents expectations - keeping it to a minimum, but you recognised her efforts.
"Want me to do your hair again?" You focused your attention back onto Lottie. She hummed and nodded. The couple of hair bands that were on your wrist - now held with your teeth. You parted her hair into two sections after brushing it out. A flush of pink reached Lottie's ear as she stayed quiet.
Maybe you being there got rid of the isolation, because each time you'd come over her eyes softened, her touch was gentle, and her smile was genuine. But this time, and it happened often, she was still on edge. It could've been because of the game today, but she was usually confident about those kind of things, so you assumed it was the usual. "What classes do you have today?" She asked plainly. "Chem, math, and;" you paused, "I don't know." You gave up, finishing on one braid. "Practice, you've got practice." She said and laughed. You had completely lost track of what you were meant to be doing today, too focused on Lottie's schedule rather than yours. "I forgot." You whispered with fabricated shock, Lottie giggled in a hum, as you loosened the finished braid and moved onto the other one. She always let you do her hair - whenever you'd ask. Sometimes she would be the one to ask, but only ever to 'fix it up' or 'check if it looks alright', otherwise she just enjoyed when you would take it upon yourself.
And you; you loved everything about doing her hair. The slight curl it had against your palms, how she softened against you, and the same dark, woody tones in your field of view.
After a few times of dropping the bands held by your teeth, scolding Lottie for moving too much and laughing carelessly, causing you to let go of a carefully untied braid, you had finally finished. "Done." You wrapped your arms around her neck from behind her, giving a small kiss to the top of her head. She thanked you, and the two of you left.
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"...get it right, girls." Your team captain finished, right before the victory cheer. The Yellowjackets won, of course. You chanted, this time louder than the one before the game, jumping up and down as your revised choreography went. You noticed that most of the girls doing cheerleading were extremely serious about it, but you weren't there for the all star cheer, it was just a pastime, an extracurricular. Liking dance was enough for them to offer you a place, and besides, it would look good on your rΓ©sumΓ©.
A slight shame trailed the rival team, and you felt slightly bad, but for the most part you were happy for your girlfriend, and you knew how much going to nationals meant to her.
Lottie scored the most goals, her face ridden i pride as they went back to the changing rooms, each one of them leaping around the place manically.
You stood behind the locker room door, and instantly pushed yourself off of the wall as you saw Lottie walk out, a grin still plastered onto her face; she turned to you in surprise. "Hey!" She beamed, almost jumping up, "you were so good out there, Lot." Your eyebrows curved up, "couldn't have done it without you." A chuckle echoed across the hallway, it felt odd somehow to be in school at this hour - and in all honesty, you were exhausted, and so was Lottie. "Sleepover at mine?" She perked up as the two of you began to walk back, you had already changed out of your cheer uniform, carrying a duffel bag that held it, wanting to just get rid of that extra weight. "Obviously."
She didn't live that far away, about a 15 minute drive in her sedan, and playing music from her expensive car speakers was something you'd always looked forward to.
Once you got there you dropped your bag at the door step unknowingly, wanting to just fall onto the couch. And as much as Lottie's house felt like home to you, you decided to stay around just for a while more. "You want anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?" You began making your way to the kitchen, "you're the guest here, let me take over." Lottie insisted, staring right into your tired eyes. "You won a big game tonight, c'mon, just let me make you something." You pleaded, half sarcastically, already cautiously taking a cup from the cabinets whilst giving your best puppy eyes.
She gave in and agreed, and suddenly you were making her a drink - just like this morning. Lottie ran upstairs to get dressed, and you carried two cups after her, settling them on the coffee table in the upstairs living room. The TV was off, and in all honesty you preferred it that way, no noise apart from the subtle music Lottie had turned on in her bedroom, just down the hall from the living room. She came in wearing a loose t-shirt and pyjama pants, you; still in your after school clothes. She fell onto the couch, her eyes almost fully shut. A single warm light illuminated the room, and it was small compared, but it remained the only half-nice light in the whole house. The rest were just too fluorescent.
"Come here." You whispered, looking her up and down as she shuffled and lazily laid her head on your chest. You could tell she was tired, really tired, so asking if she was felt like too stupid of a question. Instead, you tangled your fingers in between her hair, playing with the front pieces before taking the bands out. A smile curved against your chest, making you grin back.
Today was one of the first days where you and Lottie went to bed early, usually worrying if you'd manage to make it to first period, but she was too exhausted today and you were going along with whatever she did. And as much as you wanted to change out of your clothes to finally get some sleep, getting up felt like an even worse idea than sleeping in them.
You continued unbraiding her hair, gently undoing the curls with a faint expression. "Promise I'll be more fun tomorrow." She whispered against you, eyes closed. You let out a slight chuckle in response, setting the bands onto the coffee table and falling asleep on the couch.
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Please send in requests! I have a few ideas but idk if I'll finish writing them anytime soon so I just wanna do some things on the side
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Notion
βΎπ€ ~ Summary: Taking care of Lottie after her ββββ ββββ βββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ βββββ fight with Shauna.
Pairing: Lottie Matthews x reader
Warnings: blood
a/n: I'm back π
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One hit, then two, then three, and then you lost count. With each punch more blood was spilled onto the hardwood floor, and eventually you stopped wincing, and just watched.
She didn't deserve this, no, of course she didn't. But pent up anger was due to be let out, that's why everybody watched, that's why nobody did anything; even if the anger wasn't against Lottie.
Only when it stopped did you notice the stained gnash of Lottie's bones on Shauna's knuckles, and the force of Shauna's hits on Lottie's face. She lied there for a moment, and she would've stayed there if you hadn't helped her up. Once your mind snapped back to reality, you rushed towards Lottie, and so did everyone else, though you were more persistent. You cared more about Lottie than everyone else, it might've been because you two were unusually close, or you just understood her like nobody else could.
"Lottie, please answer me.. Lot?" Your eyes widened in hysteria, mouth in a frown, almost sobbing.
Lottie coughed up blood, moving her lips slightly to let you know she wasn't actually dead, which sent a wave of relief throughout your whole body, "oh, thank god." You gulped, breathing in and helping her sit up. "Here, it's okay, just-" You grunted faintly as you moved her hand over your shoulder, Tai helping on the other side, all while Lottie was still spewing blood out of her mouth. "H-help me bring her to the attic," you struggled, not knowing how to handle Lottie without hurting her.
She couldn't stay downstairs. Surely everyone would care for her, but would they really care for her? Was leaving Shauna and Lottie in the same room good for anyone? Distance had to happen, especially with whatever was brewing between them, and you didn't want to have to ask Shauna to stay calm, it wouldn't end well. Besides, you were always the one to help Lottie, and Lottie was always the one to help you, it was a notion between the two of you, no matter what happened; you'd be there for each other.
She was heftily propped against the wall with a small pillow behind her, eyes open just slightly. After making sure she was comfortable, you grabbed a towel hanging loosely over a bucket filled with warm water - the one that Mari brought up. Tai left, entrusting you with taking care of Lottie, you could hear the argumentative voices from downstairs serve as background noise. You looked Lottie up and down, worriedly, the loneliness of the attic creeping in. "Hey, look at me." You whispered, squinting your eyes through the darkness. Undressing her jacket, you began gently wiping the blood off of her face, hearing her wince with the quietest sound. "Ouch." She finally muttered, moving her head slightly - you could see her eyes finally find yours. "I'm sorry." You loosened your touch, bringing a palm to her jaw to tilt her head. Your hands were shaky, as if you were handling thin, broken glass.
Whatever could be cleaned off was cleaned. Her nose was still bleeding from time to time, but she managed to find the strength to hold a towel under her nose. "We shouldn't have let that happen." You broke the silence with a whisper, trying not to sound too serious, but coming off as awfully sincere. "You know it's what should've happened." Lottie turned to face you, her words consoling you just slightly - mostly worrying you. "Yeah, but, not like this." A guilt trailed your words. The fear you felt; seeing her limp on the floor, and the indecisiveness of her wether she was actually alive or not - it all came back for a second.
"I'm just glad you're here."
You smiled, it didn't feel like a sudden show of affection since you'd always been somewhat close to Lottie, but you still blushed, you always did. Just like in fifth grade, when Lottie fell off of her scooter, and you knocked on a random old woman's door to ask for a plaster, despite your complete absence of confidence. Lottie thanked you, it felt like a duty from then.
After a minute you left to get a candle, unnerved by the dark yet pale tones that creeped through the attic. As your feet fell onto the first floor of the cabin, everybody looked, "she's fine. Just getting a candle." You said sheepishly, grabbing one off the shelf, noticing Shauna's diminished expression and the sighs of relief from everyone - those who were still awake, that is.
You climbed back up, seeing a weak Lottie leaning her head against the wall, this time taking note of her entire state, wondering what else you could do to help her, just anything to make her feel better. In an instant the attic felt warmer - more comforting. The flickering flame illuminated Lottie's limp arm, which instantly drew your attention, you kept your eyes on it as the floorboards creaked underneath your steps, then the shuffling of bedsheets as you sat back down.
Her arm might've been broken by the way it looked, you looked around for a cloth - just something, to tie her hand in a sling, but nothing big enough or clean enough was to be found. As nothing useful came around, you decided to take your shirt off - underneath it you wore another, tighter shirt, for an extra layer against the biting cold, so you weren't actually completely naked. "Here, it might help." You gently and wearily lifted her arm as you threw the shirt around her arm, then around her neck, tying it the tightest you could without making her wince. She just smiled at you weakly, going along with whatever help you were willing to give. "Nice one, Doc." She let out a chuckle that obviously caused slight pain to her jaw, but you ignored it, wanting to cheer her up. "Shut up." Your tired eyes looked her up and down with a sly smile, she laughed even harder, blood trickling down her lip the smallest bit. Without thinking, you brought a thumb to her lip to wipe it off, fingers resting around her temple. It seemed to intimate and too fast, it wasn't like you to shy away from affection, but this time it just felt different.
The window was open with a crack, neither of you noticed, and just assumed it was colder than usual - you took this as an excuse to break the tension between you two and close it, single-handedly throwing one of your zip up hoodies on.
Lottie looked up to you, one eye completely fucked up, the other somewhat intact. "Do you want a-" you let your hands fall to your hips after closing the window, the candlelight flickering one last forceful time, before turning calm. "No, no it's okay, you've done enough." She smiled, looking up at you for a second before faltering her gaze to the floor, and you sat back down. "I'm sorry you feel like you have to do all this for me." She said, not in a melancholy tone, in a strangely comforting one. "I don't have to, I want to." For a split second you were going to say something else, something like, 'you're my bestfriend', but commenting on your relationship wasn't something the either of you did. "Thank you." Lottie's mouth melted into a smile, her face was full of life and colour, contrary to the wounds etched into every other part of her skin.
The moment lingered in the air for a while, the two of you gazing at each other through moonlit eyes, until Lottie's nose began bleeding again. You muttered something along the lines of 'shit' before firmly, though gently, holding her face in place while your other hand pulled your hoodie sleeve up to wipe the blood off with furrowed eyebrows. "You've lost a lot of blood, you need to rest." You insisted, pulling the sheets up and watching her prop her head onto the pillow. "Okay, yeah, you're right." Her voice was faint, it sounded exhausted and worn out, but honestly - who could blame her?
You laid beside her, your hand under your head, watching her slowly drift off. "Feel any better?" You whispered, feeling your eyelids weighing you down. "Yeah." She smiled. Lottie was happy to have you around, every moment you two spent together - she cherished. Slowly, you grew closer to her, placing a hand on the side of her head and kissing her forehead with soft lips, feeling her smile bring warmth to the moment, and her dark hair caress your fingers.
After a short while the two of you fell asleep to the sound of rain tapping against the tightly shut window, and the stale smell that persisted throughout the attic. Lottie somehow ended up in your arms, smelling like the alcohol you used to sterilise the wounds, the makeshift sling shuffling against the sheets; it wasn't the hospitality that Lottie deserved, but it was enough.
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Something Good
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: smoking with Nat
Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
a/n: listened to the lis soundtrack while writing this π
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A song played, fuzzy across Natalie's bedroom from her distorted cassette player. She took another soft hit from her blunt, lying on her bed and tapping her finger against her arm to the beat.
You first talked to Natalie at practice, shyly coming up to her to ask her if she 'had any weed' for your 'sleep problems'. You didn't want it getting out, you didn't want it tarnishing your reputation, and she agreed, though obviously just slightly hurt. Sometimes you'd come around her place so she could give you her 'care packages', and today you stayed for longer than anticipated.
"Care for some?" She offered you the blunt, looking up at you through her lashes, you got up from your spot on the floor, crossing your legs on her bed and snatching it from her, "mhm." You put your lips to it nonchalantly, watching her sit up and laugh, "I didn't know you'd actually say yes." She peered at you as you exhaled, "well, you don't know a lot of things about me." You joked, taunting your head. "Like what?" She raised an eyebrow, getting closer and taking the blunt back. Maybe it was just nerves - doing something illegal for the first time in your life, but you felt a small nervousness in your body when she'd talk to you, and butterflies in your stomach when she'd give you a jokey 'you look hot today'. Sometimes your body would tense up, jaw aching and knuckles stiff; when she'd bring up one of her guy friends. But then again, you were a naturally anxious person, it was something you'd brushed off, I mean, hormones and all, right?
"I guess you'll have to find out, hmm?" You smiled at her with reddish, tired eyes and messy hair. She messed your hair up further, muttering something along the lines of 'dumbass' before getting up to change the song. She wore loose jeans and a plain black top, which you found weirdly complimented her, and you wore whatever you usually did, not finding the energy to put together a fancy outfit.
Last week Natalie had some sort of epiphany, a realisation. You weren't just a smoke buddy to her, you were something special; she could feel it, and she struggled like a little kid trying to decipher a math problem - head in her palms sitting crossed legged on her bed every morning before seeing you at school. No, it wasn't that serious, it never was, but to her the world spun a hundred times faster just thinking about you, how would she even make the first move? She had nobody to talk to, nowhere to go, and so one day after practice her and Van made small talk, and she took it as an opportunity to let it all out.
"What do you mean you like someone? Just tell them! It's hasn't stopped you before, huh?" Van insisted, knowing how nonchalant Natalie was in general. "We're not close, though. I mean, if you were there, you'd know what I mean, you could.. feel it, in the air." Her mind trailed off, finding loss of meaning in her words.
"But oh, god, am I just stupid to think that?"
Today was one of the scariest days for her, seeing you after a long time thinking about it all. But for you, today was just like every other weekend.
You had laid down by now, staring up at her ceiling with your hands on your chest, feeling the weed take slight effect. "Wanna pick?" She called out from afar, with a rather monotone voice, kneeling down to her cassette and CD rack, a faint sound of her putting out the blunt was heard. Last week she invited you into her trailer, telling you she had to 'get the weed out', and she ended up showing you some of her favourite songs. "That mixtape you've got, the one you played for me, put that on." You said, still resting your eyes on the blank ceiling, the setting sun rays peaking out of her blinds and onto your hair. She held the cassette up, "this one?" And you finally got up to look, nodding your head. She smiled to herself, remembering how your mouth hung open each time a song you liked came on, "no fucking way.. I love this song?!" Which prompted Natalie to make a mixtape for you, though it still lied somewhere in her closet.
She sat back down on the bed giddily, watching you up and down with slightly squinting eyes. "What?" You laughed like a child, staring back at her - her newly bleached and cut hair falling onto her cheek, a rosy tint grazing her warm face, and a ray of sunlight caressing her hands as they rested by her sides, thumb slowly consoling her uncertainty. "Nothing it's just.." she let out a toothy smile, gaze averting to her knees. Your eyebrows raised, with remaining soft yet deadpan eyes, "you look pretty, is all." She finished, looking back at you with a little more blush on her than before, though her signature confidence still lingered.
You smiled, then chuckled slightly, your eyes getting heavier with every second, and Natalie's anticipation growing more anxious and less confident with every second. The laughter quieted down, and you bit your lip - squinting at her through the smoke made visible by the sunlight. "You're not too bad yourself." You remarked, and she slapped your shoulder in return, "hey!" Natalie's eyebrows upturned slightly at your words, unsure of what you were really thinking.
From what you knew of Natalie, she always said what she was thinking with assertiveness, and her fortitude was astounding.
You rarely caught her being nervous or unsure, even when she was bouncing her leg up and down in class it was out of boredom, not stress. And so seeing her swallow her words was out of the ordinary, it slightly unsettled you.
"Nat, what's up?" You perked up, a slight smirk still on your face. The bedsheets were messed up, her room was scattered, the ashtray fell onto the floor and you both ignored it - but somehow it felt perfect, it was exactly where you wanted to be.
"Nothing nothing.." she brushed off with a slight grin, looking toward you before running to the kitchen, and you knew exactly what she was doing, she was getting the last beer. You ran after her, only a drop left in your bottle, and your mouth felt dry - it was midsummer Sunday and walking to the gas station for more drinks just wasn't on your bucket list.
By the time you got there she was closing the fridge, leaning on the kitchen counter with a bottle opener and the beer, menacingly taking a sip before almost spitting it out in laughter seeing your distraught face, your lip just hung out as you blinked slowly. "Hey, don't be pissed, you can have some." She held it in the air, and as you reached out to grab it she instantly took it back, "loser.." she muttered, "what was that?" You interrogated, hands on your hips. "I said, you're a-" you quickly snatched the bottle out of her hands and ran back to her bedroom, feet rushing down her old carpet. You heard her shout something from afar with nearing footsteps as you giggled breathlessly, coming to a stop and soon realising that you were cornered in her room. She stood before you with a sarcastically disappointed expression as you took one big, taunting and refreshing sip before trying to run off again, though she had abruptly stopped you, grabbing your waist and pinning you to her carpeted floor.
"Shit!" She laughed, picking up the spilled bottle as her knees were on either side of you. Natalie turned to you, eyes excited, hands unknowingly pinning yours to the ground.
It was all so fast, how she kissed you. She was still breathless, breathing in through her nose while her mouth was finding yours, her hands ambling from your held wrists to your palms, intertwining with your fingers as you kissed her back before she could pull away. You felt sparks, softness and serenity, a sort of clarity that you needed; that you lacked.
Eventually she let go of you completely, her face changing from warmth to shock, "I- I'm so sorry.." her eyes paced around the room, your hand reached up to her cheek, pulling her back down before she could get up. You could feel her frown form a smile, and your bottom lip catching onto her teeth with the most gentle grasp. You giggled into the kiss, feeling her every emotion like it was your own, tasting the traces of weed in her mouth and smelling it on her shirt that hung over you.
"Okay," you got up, an upbeat song finally coming on, "dance with me." You were just as confused as any other person your age, one dollar to your name, not a care in the world, and Natalie was the same, but so different at the same time. You two just fit together, even if you only knew each other for a few months.
"I'm not that much of a dancer," she grinned in awe, you grabbed her hand, not listening to her, "okay, okay.. fine." she slowly eased in, your body moved along to the beat, and eventually the two of you were jumping around her entire room - hair flipping backwards, forwards and sideways, genuine laughter filling the air. You sang along to the song, looking into her eyes for a moment, before her trailer door swung open and a drunken woman came in; Natalie's Mom.
The song was instantly turned off, but Nat didn't want to deal with any of it. This was new, it was special and worth saving, you were special, she didn't want you seeing her mother, and getting the wrong impression, "fuck this." She muttered, dragging a confused you, in the middle of fixing your hair, out of her window and to wherever she was taking you.
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Soon it started pouring, your hair drenched and sticking to your face. The both of you hid under the roof of an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, Natalie quickly noticed how cold you were - practically shivering. It wasn't that cold at all, though the slightest sign of bad weather made you shiver.
"Here." She quickly took her hoodie off, wrapping it around you. "I'm sorry - for all of that." She laughed shyly, afraid to look you in the eye, afraid that she ruined one of the first true impressions of herself to you. The first thing you did besides buy weed from her was run away from her mom in the pouring rain, and god, it stressed her out, but you weren't phased at all - you liked her, seeing this side of Natalie; it was different.
"What? No, don't worry, really." You smiled warmly, easing her unease and adjusting the hoodie on your shoulders and unnoticeably getting closer to her. As much as she didn't want to ruin this, she wanted to be honest, to be open with someone - even if it was a risk, and she weirdly felt at peace with you, the sting in her heart when something went wrong wasn't there.
You leaned your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes and waiting for the rain to end. Her hand confidently wrapped around your shoulder, smiling to herself, closing her eyes too shortly after.
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My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.2)
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: the coldest winter yet had came β β β ββ β β β β β β β β β in, and things hadn't become any easier.
Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
Pt. 1
a/n: was drunk for ab a week straight and wrote some of this in a rush, also might not do a pt.3 since this one is longer than I wanted it to be π hopefully will get back to writing in a couple of days so pleaseee do send requests π€π»π€π» ps. reader is kinda stupid in this
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Your lips rested on the cracked surface of a cup as you drank the last of your herbal tea - facing the flickering fire. Winter had phased in with spite, and you had finally put the jacket you crammed into your suitcase to good use.
"Hey," Nat sat by you, crossing her legs, "look, it wasn't your fault, we all did it," She noticed your agitated expression that wouldn't go away ever since the day Jackie's body was eaten, "you were hungry, (y/n). I mean, did we really have any other choice?" You knew how bad she felt about it all, you also knew how hard it was for her to convince herself that it wasn't her fault either, and you were her main source of comfort, mostly because you were just as adamant about it as she was.
"I know, Nat, but god - seeing her like that," you winced at your words, trying to block out the image of Jackie the morning after her and Shauna's fight, unable to finish your sentence with a slight stutter. Natalie hugged you in return, your eyes still watching the flames flicker up and down.
Boiling water above a fire every night and scarce of food; Lottie favoured as leader and cold nights spent in near agony - it had become the norm, everyone was forced to accept it, some in favour, some not. The tragic death of your teammate remained haunting, it still lingered in your mouth, it lingered inside of you as it did with everyone else, nobody wanted to think about it let alone speak about it, all that anyone could remember from that night was the words ringing in their ears,
"It wants us to."
It took a while for everybody to acknowledge Lottie's so called 'intuition', though her peace with Jackie's death had been a sort of solace for everyone. You were naturally the first, you watched it become something akin to a cult - the way they all worshipped her, and you were confused seeing it, unsure of what to do or say; just going along with it.
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You were sleeping in the attic again, eyes closed and hands trying to find Lottie, yet to no avail. You slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them before sitting up to look around, "Lot?" You whispered, eyelids half open. She was nowhere to be found, again, and so you slipped into a hoodie and crept downstairs amongst everybody's sleeping bags, then slowly creaking the door open. You saw Lottie sitting on the porch, hands tucked into her knees.
"Hey," you sat by her - wrapping your arms around yourself, "why are you out here? It's so cold." She didn't turn to look at you. All you did was give her a confused look, before she finally faced you with rosy red ridden cheeks and a slight smile.
"It's peaceful out here." She said, smiling more knowing that you were with her in this moment. She noticed you trying to respond through shivers of cold, and she quickly changed her expression and took her jacket off, "here. You don't have to stay with me you know." She watched your lips turn paler by the second, "I want to." You beamed, voice quiet and soft, before leaning your head onto her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around you, covering you with warmth and placing a soft kiss onto the back of your head. It felt rare to spend time with Lottie like this, you'd have to hope that she was in the right state to give you affection, and it just wasn't right, but right now you didn't care - needing the closeness of her.
The night had gotten so cold that you couldn't feel any of your limbs anymore, and the both of you finally decided to go back in, though as you walked closer to the attic ladder you had heard someone from behind you get up.
"(y/n)?" It was Natalie's voice, you turned your head and Lottie followed. "What are you doing?" She asked, "we just went out to get some fresh air, Nat." You spoke quietly and cautiously unlike Natalie. It was almost pitch black in the cabin, the moonlight barely peaking through the frosty windows. "Are you sure that's it? You can tell me if Lottie's pulling some weird bullshit again." She talked to you as if Lottie wasn't even in the room, "what?" You scoffed, knowing Nat wasn't the biggest Lottie supporter, though still slightly shocked. "Let's just go to bed, (y/n)." Lottie stressed before turning around to climb up, "Yeah, sure, just pretend like everything's normal." Nat sneered and Lottie sighed. "What's wrong with you? Lottie isn't doing anything." You responded with confusion, you could sense Lottie's discernment of Natalie - how it led her to just avoid her in general, but this same argument had been going on for ages and you were tired of it. "You're just feeding into her delusions, (y/n), like everyone else." Natalie gestured, her eyes never leaving yours. "Whatever." You brushed her off and gave her a disappointed look that said 'really?', making made your way up the ladder - leaving Natalie frustrated.
"Lot, I love you, okay?" You lied under the covers facing her, giving her a kiss on the forehead and brushing her hair out of the way as she warmly smiled with tired brown eyes, before falling asleep. You wanted more, to breathe under her touch, to feel the comfort of her sweetness. But she stayed bitter, and you stayed yearning.
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The day your parents moved interstate was the day you met Lottie - standing over her porch watching the new neighbours; you, drive in. She brought store bought brownies for your family whilst everyone was under the impression she made them,
"There's no way you made these,"
"Ugh, alright, I didn't. I'm sorry."
She was never that much of a cook. One time you fell ill, staying at hers while your parents were out of town. Lottie had took it upon herself to cook you dinner for the next week, and it was hell.
"Let's just get takeout instead, babe." You would try to reason in the most softest voice possible. Though against your will, she would insist on cooking, bragging about how she had discovered new ingredients. "Here you go." she'd say with an oblivious smile, proud of her pesto-pasta-parsnip concoction, somehow she had managed to make the simplest foods hard to eat, and sometimes it would get so bad that you'd have to fake being too sick to eat. This time round there wasn't much to cook, just tea to brew and herbs that sat around waiting for the next time you were lucky enough to find meat to eat.
"I made you this." Lottie handed you a cup of wild rose tea, you sat on the cabin floor half awake, "Oh, thank you Lot." You smiled, holding the cup with both of your hands in attempt to borrow heat. She sat down next to you, a bothered expression on her face. "(y/n)," she muttered, unsure of how she was to phrase it, "what's going on with you and Natalie?" She asked with curiosity and slight confusion. "What do you mean?" You weren't sure of how to approach her when she spoke to you about other people, her jealousy wasn't something you necessarily wanted to indulge in, and you weren't certain if she was even jealous.
"I mean that I don't have a good feeling about her." Her statement was stern, assertive. "It's like an apparition of her, I guess." This time doubtful of herself, she watched you up and down.
"I mean yeah, she's been acting weird towards you lately, but that's something you'd have to ask-"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
You furrowed your eyebrows at her. Maybe it really was jealousy? Envy that you had been spending more time with Natalie than Lottie, even though to your knowledge you were just helping a friend with hard times. "Talk to me, Lot." You stressed, while placing your hand on her cheek. "If you really do believe in me, you'll stay away from her." She said with slight rigour, you'd never seen her speak to you as harshly as she did in this moment, and your fear was enough to comply. She brushed her sternness off and smiled contently before getting up and leaving, though she hadn't noticed Natalie come up to you straight after. "Are you okay? Did she say something? What happened?"
"Nothing." You got up to follow Lottie and disregarded Natalie as her gaze trailed you.
"What the fuck Lottie?" You exclaimed the words you couldn't just a moment ago, she looked at you confused. The others couldn't hear your voices as you were in the attic, and you used it to your advantage, "you cant just make me ignore Natalie, she's my friend, she needs me." You flailed your arms at her, she took her hoodie down and placed her jacket to the side. It felt like a knife to the chest the way she would talk to you sometimes, of course you wanted to be with Lottie - you loved her, but what did Natalie have to do with anything?
She edged closer to you, walking up to your smaller frame, you clenched your jaw looking at her. "You're not listening to me, (y/n)," she raised her chin, "it wants you to, it wants me to," She stopped and lingered on her last words, "wants you to what, Lottie." You stared up at her; heart racing, trying to induce a response. You were dazed by her superstition, though recently you had your doubts and frustrations, how she would speak of 'it' to brace her cunning, and you had to convinced yourself that it really was an unexplainable truth and not just an excuse to get her way with things.
"It doesn't matter, just listen to me." Her mind was clearly somewhere else. "You haven't even kissed me for the past week, and you expect me to just accept it? I miss you, Lot." You whined at her, "yeah, well, that isn't my main priority." She said coldly, turning around and biting her lip.
"Are you kidding me? I cant deal with you. Talk to me when your heads straight." You ran off, almost in tears from how ignorant she was, and how excruciating the situation was as a whole - why was it so hard to just talk to her?
You walked faster than usual, asking Nat to follow you. Stopping outside behind the cabin, you broke down, Natalie held you as you sobbed into her shoulder, "hey, it's okay." She rubbed your back, "talk to me, what happened?" You calmed down slightly, backing up.
"It's Lottie, I don't even know what happened, she just-"
"I know, you don't have to tell me." Even when you were breaking down crying the angst between Lottie and Natalie was persistent, you didn't pay much attention to it though, considering you were in too much of a mental haze. She brought a hand to your cheek, wiping your tears, "it'll be okay, I promise." You chuckled shyly in return, eyes meeting hers. Natalie watched you tuck your bottom lip in and breathe in shakily, you were too focused on regaining composure to notice her moving closer to you, and all of a sudden you felt her lips on yours, salty tears in her mouth. For a split second you leaned into it, tilting your head slightly to fit her, before abruptly pulling away. "Nat," you spoke, shocked. "I'm sorry, I should've known you weren't into-" her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, "no it's not that, I just," you panicked, "oh," Natalie gave out, finally catching onto yours and Lottie's relationship. "Look, this was a mistake okay? Just forget about it." You rushed, heading back inside.
Somehow you were completely oblivious to Natalie having any romantic feelings towards you, your eyes were wide and your lips were shaking profusely as your gaze was pinned to the floor, shyly opening the cabin door and forgetting to close it, after which you heard Shauna moaning at you with exhaustion and shutting it, focusing her attention back to the fire.
This time you had slept downstairs, ignoring Lottie in your peripheral whenever she'd show up. You carelessly fell asleep on a random throw, trying to block out any memory of today.
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Your eyelids were heavy, waking up to commotion in the room and a random blanket thrown onto you. "(y/n), wake up." Mari shouted, loud enough for you to blink a few times and stay alert, "what's going on?" You asked, "Nothing, just do your chores." She walked off in unnoticeable frustration. You gently moved the blanket - slightly stumbling, making awkward eye contact with Natalie before picking up an empty bucket.
You were on water duty again, the cold had created a thick layer of ice on top of the lake, though Travis had hacked a small hole into it for water supply recently. You threw a jacket on, zipped it up, and left.
"Wait, (y/n)!" You heard someone from behind you panting, you turned around to see Lottie. "What about the laundry?!" Misty shouted from afar, she simply ignored her and stopped in front of you, "hey," she said, catching her breath, you continued walking as you spoke to her, "what's up?" You looked at her curiously, still silently beating yourself up over whatever happened yesterday.
She stayed silent for a moment, and you felt the need to console her uncertainty, "Lot, I believe you," You stopped behind a tree, placing a hand onto her shoulder "I swear, I do." She knew exactly what you were talking about, how you doubted her despite her persistence against Natalie, and how you were now reassuring her. Lottie paused for a second, mind thinking back to how stubborn you were to acknowledge what Lottie had told you. "Why should I trust you?" She asked quietly, voice breaking almost unnoticeably. All you could do was stare at her in distress, "you promised me that-" she choked on her words. "I know." You scarcely admitted, "but you can't just ignore me, fuck, Lottie - I thought we were over." You cried with prominence. "I'll do whatever you want, I swear, just please talk to me." Tears began forming in your eyes as you pleaded profusely, they glistened sharply against the teethy snow, and she watched them with guilt. Her frigid hands cupped your wet cheeks,
"I love you no matter what." She said, dragging the fear out of you, "I'm sorry." she faltered slightly. Your lips quivered as she moved closer, "I'll always believe in you." You whispered with cold breath, she knew you were hers, and she was yours, and so she kissed you. She pushed further, backing you against a tree, tongue caressing your lips like honey. She pulled away for a second, "(y/n), I mean it, I'm sorry. I should've been there for you, when Ja-" you kissed her back, even harder this time while you wrapped your numb hands around her neck. She stood over you, quiet moans leaving your mouths. You could feel your cheeks flush slowly as her soft skin was finally against yours, you giggled against her as her mouth trailed down to your neck, planting kisses all over you - you felt hungry for her, your hands pushing her head further into you.
A sudden guilty conscience overcame you, remembering Natalie's lips against yours, and you tried to numb it by raising Lottie's face and smashing your lips into hers yet again, tasting her every flavour.
"(y/n), we cant do this here." She broke out, you nodded and headed back.
"Where is the water??" Misty complained, seeing you with an empty bucket at the doorstep, "must've fell out, sorry." You ran up, dragging Lottie with you. As soon as you reached the attic you wrapped your arms around her neck and reached up to kiss her, this time your head was blank, just focusing on satisfying your famine, running your hands all around the back of her head and messing her soft and dark brunette hair up to filth.
Her desire for you was stronger than before, and this time as she trailed down to your neck there was no need to push her in, her mouth was warm and harsh against you - blade-like teeth lightly grazing your skin as you breathed with subtle moans. Your animalistic nails dug into her back and under her shirt, impatient and heavy with impulse; you worshipped her like she was your god, "I want you, Lottie." You whispered inbetween panting, she smirked with a quiet yet deep laugh in response, undoing your shirt with steady hands, you closed your eyes for the last time that day.
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Natalie came down with a sickness, a kind you've never seen before. It wasn't out of the ordinary, though it still felt unusual, as if she was tampered with. For a moment you felt bad - instinctively wanting to stay by her side, but Lottie wouldn't allow it and you knew it, so you had just left the others to take care of her.
You wouldn't tell Lottie about that one time Nat kissed you, you knew that she knew, somehow and however that was possible.
Trusting her was a given, you life was in her hands and nothing ever went wrong after you'd given in.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#lottie x reader#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews#yellowjackets oneshot
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Thinking of writing another Nat fic before I write pt.2 of my girlfriend is a witch?? I'm writing a bit slower than usual but I've got a bunchhh of ideas
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hair holds memories - natalie scatorccio
summary β bleaching natalieβs hair became routine for (y/n), but things became a bit more complicated the day natalie disappeared. (approx. 1.7k words)
a/n β trigger warning for mentions of weight loss + puking!! i wrote this cos i was feeling a lil down and wanted to vent a little. hope yβall enjoy <3 Β
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your (e/c) orbs glossed over the pages of the novel you were reading while you sipped a cup of tea. you were hunched over your crowded desk, notes scattered around as you picked out comparisons between the novel and wuthering heights. you were given as comparative essay as an assignment for english class, and you had chosen to compare the theme of the role of women within society.
your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you swore that you would fall asleep before you could finish the chapter. peering over towards your alarm, your eyes widened when you noticed that it was nearing 1am. sighing, you knew youβd have trouble waking up for school tomorrow if you stayed up much later, so you flicked your bookmark between the worn pages of the book and shut it, sliding it into your backpack.
you stood up with a stretch, grabbing your hairbrush to tidy yourself up before bed. suddenly, you heard a rhythmic clinking against your window. confused, you processed the sound for a moment before peeking an eye out between your curtains. you deflated from your slight shock when you noticed it was only natalie. pulling the curtains open and pushing the window, you called out to her in a whisper-yell.
βitβs 1am nat, what are you doing? and whatβs with that hat??β
natalie, in response, grimaced, pulling her beanie tighter over her head. she looked at you with discomfort before whispering back, βi had an accident and i need your help, can i come in?β
you exhaled heavily but smiled, βone sec.β
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natalie sat on your toilet as you paced back and forth.
βhow the hell did you do that?!β
she looked ashamed of herself, her hair practically ginger. βi donβt know, (y/n)! i was trying to go blonde! stop laughing!β
a towel was thrown at you and you damn-near fell over, gripping the sink to steady yourself from your laughter. βokay, okay, hold on,β you chuckled, crouching down to rummage through the drawer under your sink, βI think my mom still has some spare bleach and purple shampoo from the last time she did her hair.β
βi swear to fuck, (y/n), if my hair falls out, iβll cut all of yours off in your sleep,β your once-brunette-now-ginger friend threatened to ignorant ears.
βyeah, yeah,β you dismissed.
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natalieβs hair had come out perfectly when you did it that time, and since then, you were primarily responsible for bleaching her hair. it became routine, every month, she would come by and sit on your toilet while you would touch up her roots. you both enjoyed it and talked about life whenever it came to that. the last time you did it was the weekend before nationals.
βthanks again,β natalie smiled at you coyly, checking herself out in the mirror. you hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. she looked beautiful, the white lighting of your bathroom mirror illuminating each and every strand.
you were engrossed in her as you admired, murmuring, βyou look beautiful.β
you swore you could see natalieβs cheeks gain a rosy hue. she cleared her throat, hiding her face with her fist, and you felt butterflies in your chest, tearing your eyes away from her angelic face. Β
βuh, anyways,β you changed the topic quickly, flustered at what you had said, βgood luck at nationals. iβll be waiting for your return with the trophy.β
natalie elbowed you gently, smirking, βiβll see you at the after-party, yeah?β
you nodded, βfor sure.β Β
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processing grief was difficult, you came to learn. upon hearing of the plane crash, you didnβt cry. you didnβt scream, you didnβt react in any way. you just lied in bed for days, shackled down by a huge wave of apathy. you lost a lot of weight, nearly puking every time you touched food.
after a few months, you grew hopeful. you knew natalie β you knew she was alive. she was a fighting spirit, and something told you that things would be okay.
when the first winter passed, you finally accepted that natalie was probably dead. the grief hit you in a delayed wave, and your friends held you as you wept in the bathroom that you had routinely done her hair in the past. you tore the polaroids of you and her off your walls, stuffing them into a box under your bed. you didnβt want to see her. you hated her for leaving you alone in this world, and you hated that you had loved her so much.Β
you despised natalie scatorccio. you despised the way she would laugh with you, joke with you, the way the corners of her mouth gently rose when she was trying to hide her giggles in history class, the way she drew on your arm when she was bored, and the way she always hugged you after practice when she was sweaty and covered in mud, much to your disdain.
you began to move on after a year; well, that was a lie β you knew that you would never move on from the impact she had left on your life, but college was around the corner, and you knew that you would have to step into this new chapter without her. you still had the leather jacket that she had left in your house one time, and you couldnβt bare to lose it, so you took it with you, and boy, did you wear it everywhere. it became a part of you; it protected you.
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it was the spring of your second year of university, studying (whatever lol). you had come back to new jersey to visit your family and earn some money at your part time job at the cinema. you had tuned out most of the world, listening to music in your walkman, dancing around your family-home bedroom.
the girls had been found and returned home safe and sound β well, most of them. but, when you tried to reach out to natalie, you never received a response. it was difficult to contact any of the girls, really, and you decided that it was probably for the best. she had probably forgotten you; she was probably a different person anyways. you were initially extremely upset, but you pushed it down, focusing on your college assignments.
βyouβre out of touch, iβm out of time!β, you sang to yourself as you bopped your head to the music. for once, you felt a little happy in life, things were going smoothly, and your friends were lovely. you imagined what they were doing in this moment β probably studying or out partying. you were excited to return to university.
suddenly, you heard a familiar rhythmic clinking against your window. you stiffened up, tears perking in your eyes. it was probably all in your head, and you stared for a moment, slowly taking your headphones off your ears. the tapping sound didnβt stop. you hesitantly shuffled to your window and, like clockwork, peeked your eye out between the curtains, but this time, you ripped them open almost immediately. your eyes began to pour with a wave of what seemed to be grief and joy as none other than natalie scatorccio stood outside, rain dampening her hair.
you nearly tripped as you sprinted down the stairs in your work uniform, and without a care in the world, you ran outside into the downpour. she caught you as you fell into her arms, holding her tight and hiccuping. she felt so, so warm against the coldness of the stormy air, and you knew in that moment that she was real. she was here with you.
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natalie wiped her hair with a towel as she sat in your bathroom, your tears still pouring. bringing a hand to your face, she wiped your tears with a thumb, smiling gently. βiβm back, for good,β is all she said.
your hands were shaky as you touched her hair. her roots had grown out, but she still looked like the same girl you had seen every day for years; she still looked like the girl you loved with your whole heart β the girl that had changed your life. she leaned into your touch.
βi thought iβd never see you again, nat,β you whispered, voice shaky, and she pulled you into her, arms wrapping around you. she stroked your hair, and you felt your chest constrict.
βwhat happened out there,β she began, βwas traumatising, and iβm not ready to talk about it yet, but i want you to know that the whole time i was out there, i survived for you. i couldβve died and rid myself of this miserable world, but it was you. you kept me going.β
you dipped your head down a little as she spoke. she was enthralling, and you remembered how difficult processing the grief over her had been.
βi love you, nat,β you suddenly confessed, βand i never stopped. i donβt think i couldβve stopped, even if i tried.β
she looked at you, her mouth open in an o shape before she placed her mouth onto yours. the kiss felt bittersweet, and you could feel your worries evaporate. her lips were soft against your own ones and you tasted undertones of cigarette smoke amongst her cherry flavoured lip gloss. it was liberating. layers of grief began to dissolve, and your chest felt as though it was going to burst.
when natalie pulled away, she smiled at you gentler than you had ever seen. it was like you were porcelain and she was afraid to shatter you.
you both caught up a little longer, her hands lingering on yours with soft, endearing looks of admiration from both sides. your love for each other felt unspoken after the initial confession, and it felt as if nothing had ever split you apart from each other; like you had loved naturally the entire time she was gone.
as you both laid in bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, her ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, you finally mentioned the unspoken.
βdo you want me to bleach your hair?β
natalie hummed for a moment before shaking her head, βnah, i think i want to cut it all off and grow out my brown again. what do you think?β
your thoughts lingered in the sentence. βyeah, makes sense,β you replied, βhair holds memories and all. itβd be nice to start fresh again.β
βexactlyβ, she said, sitting up, βwanna do it now?β
you giggled as she pulled you up by the hand, following her to the bathroom.
βalright.β
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may i request a jackie taylor fic where jackie asks reader to go for a walk after the argument with shauna to cool down. reader has always had a crush on jackie so they just come clean about it. jackie says she never really liked jeff anyways and they kiss :)
I hate that it took like 10 business days for me to start writing it but [ here ] it is !! Hope u like it π§‘
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A Cold Kiss For Warmth
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: you unknowingly saved Jackie βββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ βββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ βββββ ββββ β βββ ββββfrom her own death.
Pairing: jackie taylor x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
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"I'm not jealous of you, Jackie. I feel sorry for you." Shauna spat, her words had bled out of her mouth and into Jackie like a sharp blade.
"And I'm sure everyone back home is so sad to be losing their perfect little princess," Shauna's breath hitched slightly, "but they'll never know how tragic, boring and insecure you really are," Jackie's lips trembled beneath Shauna's sentences, eyes wide and hurt - tears gradually piling upon her face, "or how high school was the best your life was ever gonna get."
"Fuck you." Jackie's words were almost silent, disintegrating into her tears.
You watched, alongside everyone else who had been settled around the fire warmed cabin. It wasn't for you to intervene; or for anyone else to intervene, you had never seen Jackie and Shauna fight - let alone with so much spite, and you figured it was best to leave them alone, though your heart felt for Jackie, Shauna's accusations were visibly going too far.
"I cant be around you - I cant even fucking look at you right now." Jackie didn't have the malice to insult Shauna, you sensed that neither of them really meant what they said, and it had just been the sickening feeling that haunted everyone after the crash, now creeping into their friendship.
It was just last week that you had really gotten close to Jackie, in school you'd usually hang out with the other girls, catching Jackie throwing glances your way in class every now and then. And you could've been caught daydreaming, the way you'd stare longingly at her; the way her hair fell onto her shoulders - how her honey eyes glowed when she looked at you.
"Hey (y/n)." She smiled, a towel around her neck after it had rained during practice. "Oh hi Jackie!" You turned to her after brushing your hair out and handing it back to Lottie.
"I just wanted to say you look really pre-"
"(y/n), hurry up we're gonna be late." Lottie interrupted, "Oh, yeah. Sorry Jackie, I'll see you later."
It was the first time Jackie had the courage to come up to you outside of being lab partners, she was confident most of the time - but when it came to you, she was helpless. You didn't even question your feelings towards Jackie, it just felt like an adoration of some sort, and you were completely oblivious to anything more than 'school friends' being between you two.
And that's how it stayed for a while, longing stares, unsaid words and random study sessions.
Though she'd be there for you when you needed her the most, and you'd be there for her - nothing more than that.
"Well that sounds like your problem, so maybe you should leave." Your mind focused back on the situation at hand, this time watching Jackie more intently, furrowing your eyebrows and clenching your jaw, Shauna's face was ridden in sweat and small tears - her hair in a messy ponytail with strands pinning to her cheek. You looked to the side, watching as everyone lowered their gaze in shame. "Are you fucking crazy Shauna? Nobody's leaving, she'll freeze to death." You stood up, voice quiet yet loud, knowing the chances of people taking your side was slim - but another death out here would cause further, unnecessary chaos. "She'll be fine." Shauna talked to you, yet her gaze was still fixed on Jackie.
"I don't even know who you are anymore." Face painted in disappointment, Jackie scoffed, then averted her look towards you, "I need to take a walk." You followed her, ignoring Shauna's sneer and the confused stares of everyone else, who had seemed to find understanding in your reasoning despite your doubts.
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The door closed, and frost sunk its teeth into your skin, "(y/n), you don't have to come with me, she's right - I'll be fine." Her words blamed themselves, she shook her head at the floor. "It's freezing out here," both of you began walking away from the cabin, where the light stopped its reach, "you shouldn't be alone." Jackie's face stuttered, finally making eye contact with you.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
She smiled in response, drying her tears with her cold-shaken hands. The both of you slid down behind a tree, you brought your knees to your chest; hugging them. "God, how could she, after all that I've done for her." She wrapped her arms around herself. "She doesn't deserve you Jackie," your eyes trailed her expression, "it's fucked up, what she said." You said, unreasonably nervous, and reasonably shaky.
"I never even liked Jeff that much, I cant believe I let him ruin our friendship like that."
"You didn't?"
"No," her voice settled slightly, "and Shauna knew I had feelings for someone else, I guess that's why she took it as a pass to go fuck Jeff, so I couldn't hold it against her." Jackie tried her best to make up with Shauna in her head, but everything kept leading to a dead end, "But whatever, I'm just glad you're here."
"You cant be serious, you're asking me to study?" You asked, holding a math paper that said 'C' in the biggest writing imaginable - as if your teacher wanted to rub it in as painfully as possible. "Yeah, I mean you're good at chemistry right?" Jackie said, and it was true - it was one of the only subjects you were naturally good at.
"I guess, sort of?"
"So can I come over?"
"Today?"
"If you don't mind,"
"No, yeah, sure." You smiled, raising your eyebrows and packing your bags before leaving.
You had something planned with Lottie that day, though it was easy to cancel with a 'my parents are making me clean up' excuse. It didn't phase you why you were starting to make excuses not to hang out with your friends, but it was rare to talk to Jackie, and at the time it didn't look like you two were getting closer than that anytime soon.
You bit your lip, opening your mouth to speak before stopping yourself. Jackie looked at you, the cold eating away at the two of you, "Jackie, I need to tell you something." You squinted your eyes, barely seeing Jackie's face as the trees blocked the moonlight and using it to your advantage, calming your nerves. "I like you," you wanted to say more, but it felt like you were trapped, and all you could do was drag your words out while struggling to read her face.
Snow began falling onto your hair and patterning Jackie's nose, "Really?" She chuckled, you stretched your legs out and smiled with your lip hanging out slightly, "you're kidding me right? This entire time?" She asked, scoffing at her own words. "Yeah, I guess I never found the time to tell you." The snow reached your shoes, which you hadn't stopped staring at.
"Neither," You looked at her confused, "I like you too, (y/n)." You were even more confused this time, I mean she didn't like Jeff all that much - but you couldn't have been the one that she wanted instead, right? "I swear, I couldn't have told you, I thought you liked that guy from our chem class, what's his name?" She titled her head, "Matt? Are you fucking kidding me? You thought I liked Matt?" You laughed, knowing he had asked you out on multiple occasions, yet you rejected him every single time. "So? He's cute, I thought you guys were a thing for the longest time." she snickered, leaning her eyebrows as she shifted her body to face you.
Your laughs cleared, the grass had been covered in a thin layer of snow by now, and Jackie's bottom lip hid under her mouth. She watched as the snow caressed your hair, lips, nose and skin - admiring every part of you, especially your (e/c) eyes that harboured a small reflection of the moon. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, (y/n)." She faintly smiled, edging closer to you. Your eyes gazed through your lashes, looking at her in partial doubt, you didn't know how desperately she wanted to tell you that for the longest time.
Wintry hands latched onto your frostbitten cheeks, her fingers grazing your jawline as her pale lips slowly found yours. Her touch was warm, her lips were softening under yours as you caved in deeper - you could almost feel her face regaining its rosy colour. You eased beneath her, your mouth tasting hers.
She pulled away, though still being mere inches from your face, "you're cold, I can feel it." Her hands traced down to your shoulder, "I'll be fine." You whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again, with a greater passion than the first time, she almost instantly leaned back in, with gentle confidence.
After a moment, you let out a small giggle against her mouth before bringing your arms to her shoulders and pushing her away gently, "I think we have to go." You spoke, numbness overtaking your legs and nose, Jackie brushed a few snowflakes off of you, before the both of you got up to get back to the cabin, though could've stayed there until dawn.
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My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.1)
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: after finding the cabin, lottie ββββββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ βββ βββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββββββββ βββ ββ β ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ βhad begun acting weirder than usual.
Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
Pt.2
a/n: thinking of making this into 2 or 3 parts?? this is more of a build up so I'm sorry if it's a bit slow!
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It had been a week, maybe more, after the crash. You counted the days - believing it wasn't long until you would all be found and saved. Everyone followed the same belief, but it slowly began to lose its appeal as the days got longer and there was no promise of rescue, and you had lost track anyway.
Misty had treated you alongside everyone else, she wrapped your gashed shoulder up with a bandage out of some emergency aid kit in the planes cabinet, which you had been unwrapping everyday to keep clean. It was fine at first, but the shortages of antibiotics and extra bandages had it healing much slower than it should've, it hurt like a bitch and you were putting up the best 'tough' act you could to avoid adding anymore stress to the situation.
You sat outside of the cabin on a broken log, setting up fire to cook dinner, faintly smelling the herbs in the air that Mari managed to find whilst the others were either doing laundry or getting water from the nearby lake. Lottie hadn't been doing much, though. Her mind was in a different place ever since the crash, you noticed as she began to act differently recently, but you thought nothing of it - everyone else had been stressed, unorganised and tired, so why would it be out of the ordinary for Lottie to feel the same?
You and Lottie began dating a month before the flight, she had confessed to you one day after practice - you watched panic on her face as she barely managed to get her words out, before you laughed in reassurance and told her you felt the same way. Neither of you had told anyone about your relationship and wanted to keep it that way - it wouldn't benefit you or her.
"Hey, you okay?" she came up to you, sitting on the log opposite of the one you sat on, her expression ardent each time she saw you.
"Yeah, is Shauna done with the meat yet?" You asked, feeling hunger eat away at your stomach. "No I don't think so, she's trying to get Jackie to do something," she explained, "I'm sure she'll be done by the time you set up the fire, though." you nodded, giving up on rubbing sticks for the time being. "You look real good for someone who's stranded in the wilderness, y'know" she laughed, watching you trying to rub off the ash from last nights fire, "Shut up, Lottie" you teased with the same toothy smile she loved.
It took you a while to get used to the new situation, though more often than not you were helping around with things. In around 5th grade your parents thought it was a good idea to get you into girl scouts, you partially hated them for it - the uniform sucked and you'd always be covered in dirt. You had been mentally reciting the folklore stories told by the counsellors; as the wilderness caved in some of your old memories, often wondering if they had any truth to them. You stayed there until you turned 14, learning a bunch of survival skills that you brushed off as stupid, it was ironic how useful they were now.
"Lot, how are you?" You hadn't asked that in ages, too preoccupied with surviving, just as everyone else had been. Lottie's breath hitched, knowing she wasn't fine at all, considering her meds ran out. "I'm fine, I just missed you (y/n)." She smiled sheepishly, suppressing the doubt she had in her own words. She truly did miss you, the distance that brewed between you two wasn't as bad as it could've been, but she needed you the most right now.
You could sense her unease, standing up to sit next to her, "You can talk to me, you know that right?" You moved your hand towards hers, smiling warmly as you looked at each other. her eyes were filled with anguish, her jaw clenching before she spoke,
"Promise you won't think I'm weird?"
"I promise."
You leaned towards her, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear before letting loose of her worry, "I've had these strange visions," Her gaze was diverted to the floor, "and I've been hearing things." she shook her head in disbelief, almost shocked; confused. "What kind of visions?" You kept your eyes on her, not thinking any less of her. "I don't know, it's like I can see what happens before it happens." She gave you a sorry look, you opened your mouth to speak before being interrupted by Shauna, "Here." Jackie stood behind her as Shauna handed you the meat, looking at it in complete disgust.
Lottie wasn't given the opportunity to offer you an explanation, but it made sense to you, considering her strange act for the past week.
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The night grew colder than the last, you had been sleeping in the attic with lottie for the past few days to prove it wasn't haunted, and you struggled to keep heat upstairs. "Just sleep here, near the fire." Shauna stated after you had tried to haggle for more blankets, you refused, though, wanting to spend more time with Lottie and keep an eye on her after she had opened up to you. "well feel free to come downstairs, there's always room." she finished, laying down the pillows.
You climbed the ladder to see lottie already there, facing the window - illuminated by the moon and stars. sitting behind her, you spoke, "Another vision?" It was a couple days after she had spoken to you about them, and she told you what she could. They weren't too frequent, but when they happened you'd stay close to her.
"I heard a baby crying this time, it went on and off for a while, but I cant figure it out." Her words were cold and hurt. You were the only one who knew about her newfound state, since you swore not to tell anybody to avoid Lottie seeming crazy to the others, and that's why you tried your best to understand, to help her. but often your help was useless, you figured it might've just been a trauma response to the crash, and you stuck around. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind, bringing your body close to hers and resting your head on the back of her neck.
"Things'll gonna be okay, Lottie." Your voice was warming, bringing slight comfort to her discomfort.
You two sat there for a while, your eyes resting as she gazed at the night sky, before she turned to face you. "What if they won't be?" She bit her lip, making constant eye contact with you. She'd wear your jewellery often, you assumed it just got lost in the crash until you noticed, but she just wanted you close to her when you weren't around, and talking to each other for more than a minute was rare lately, so she had resorted to constant distress and longing.
She couldn't risk hurting you as a result of her own disturbance, just like she had before, and she subconsciously needed your reassurance that things wouldn't go that way.
"Why would you think that?" You shook your head, seeing Lottie avert her gaze to your shoulder, "Because things haven't been in our favour for a while." Her feelings were daunting to figure out, you looked up at her with sad yet hopeful eyes. "Stressing about it isn't gonna make it any better, Lot." You chuckled lightly, sensing tension brewing and wanting to avoid her mind going back into the dark place it would often wander to. She smiled in return, her eyes softening at your remark. "Hey do you remember when we would go on those road trips? you'd be so tired driving, I'd have to remind you not to crash into a tree" Lottie spoke, you saw her jaw soften and heard her laugh filling the wooden room, "And you would play shitty music just to rile me up," You added, "What?? I played it because I liked those songs (y/n), don't judge me,"
You two would often drive to seattle in your old beaten up sedan to visit your family, though you'd always make sure to turn it into a full blown camping roadtrip each time - since Washington was on the complete opposite side of New Jersey.
"You think we can go again after we're back home?" It didn't even cross your mind that Lottie thought there was chance of rescue, you were taken aback for a moment. When Lottie was with you something would alter inside of her, as if everything negative she ever believed had dissipated, you gave her hope.
"We'll go wherever you want."
She smiled a moment before her eyes looked up to yours and then down to your lips - then back to your eyes again, she kissed you and you could've sworn you felt religion in her lips; how they caressed yours with trails of grace.
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"Are you fucking kidding me lottie?? what's gotten into you?" A riled up voice spat under lottie who had just stood there. "Nat, calm down." Shauna intervened, you walked out of the cabin, rubbing your puffy eyes as they adjusted to the light, woken by the voices after the best sleep you'd had in a while. "What's going on?" You looked towards Nat and Lottie.
"Lottie's acting like she's in The Craft or something, sort her out before she casts a spell on one of us." Natalie faced you with annoyance, your bottom lip slightly hung out - still half asleep. Everyone knew something was up with Lottie after she bashed her head into the window, it wasn't that much of a secret after all. Most were worried and you could tell, and so Natalie's reaction had you confused, you looked around to see everyone waiting for your response.
"She's been through a lot, like the rest of us. just leave her alone, Nat." You sighed, everyone went back inside - Natalie flailing her arms as you gestured for Lottie to follow you somewhere deeper into the forest. "What happened? are you okay?" You stopped amongst the woods, "Yeah, fine." she looked distressed and distant, crossing her arms, "Just ignore her, she didn't mean it," Lottie cut you off as her rushing thoughts came out,
"But what if she's right? what if I really am going crazy?"
"You're not crazy Lottie, you're just as fucked as the rest of us, nothing more." Your reassurance seemed to get through to her, your words meant the world to her and you knew it.
"You don't think there's something wrong with me?" Her face was almost pale, skin rough and almost loving eyes.
"Oh my god, of course not," you faltered into a feathery smile, "You're perfect, Lottie." You watched as her face began to regain her warm colour, softening at your words. Sometimes it felt like the world stopped around you when you were near her, you would've done anything - just to see her okay again, and she would've done anything to see you carefree and happy, just like you used to be.
She looked to the ground, laughing in relief while small tears left her eyes. "And I'm the sappy one?"
"Yeah okay, I'm not the one who wrote a love letter as an apology," She slapped your shoulder and you kept giggling like a maniac, before you were stopped dead in your tracks by Misty carrying an empty water bucket, "Are you two planning on helping?" One hand on her hip and the other holding out the bucket, "It's unfair to think you're exempt from helping when we should all be-"
"Jeez okay we'll fill it up." Lottie suppressed her laughter the best she could, running to take the bucket from an impatient Misty.
After getting back to the cabin, you settled on the living room floor with a blanket and a book. You never read books much before, however somehow it had become a routine by now.
"What're you reading?" Lottie asked, sliding down next to you.
"To the Lighthouse, Virgina Woolf. I found it in one of the drawers in the attic."
"Any good?" You never took Lottie as a reader, her interests only really came to surface when you would talk about yours, "I'll finish it and let you know." You looked at her with a smile, closing the book and resting it to the side for the time being.
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Your mouth was filled with sickening sweetness as you chewed on the last of your food, which just happened to be the gummies your mom packed you 'for the road'.
There was no food left, and your hunger began to yearn for something else - someone else.
And her winter was cursed with your bewitchment,
the loving haze which she had caused upon you herself.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#lottie x reader#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews#yellowjackets oneshot
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Jackie Headcanons
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: jackie dating hcs
Pairing: jackie taylor x reader
Warnings: ...
a/n: I'm sorry if this is a bit short i ran out of ideas for jackie π«π«
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β Jackie asked you out first, and you only realised you had liked her back after she did so
β she listens to taylor swift.
β you were always oblivious as to when someone might like you, but she wasn't
β she would look at you more often when she thought someone liked you, making sure you weren't flirting back. You never meant to, of course, you were just way too friendly for her liking
β she didn't get jealous too easily, but when you would tell her "they're just a friend!!" she'd have to hold back slapping you for how dumb you were
β your first kiss was in the back of her car, she was complaining to you about jeff, she wore a cherry chapstick and you had your favourite perfume on
β she kissed you while you were telling her that she is "so much better" and that he's "just a dick"
β she would do small things for you, like getting you your favourite food when you felt like shit, or writing notes and slipping them into your locker, you would read them before class, sometimes it would be a cute reminder that she loved you, sometimes it was a horrible drawing that you still found to be adorable
β she would play music that she knew you liked just to see you dance in her bedroom, in general most of your time spent together was in her bedroom
βit was mostly because neither of you had told anyone about your relationship yet, you didn't mind it - you liked spending time alone with her, and it felt more like a private than public relationship anyway
β arguing with her would be stupid at first, but eventually she would feel so bad that she would almost cry herself to sleep until you two made up, she knew that you loved her regardless but she would always take the blame on herself. She'd often complain about how drunk you got at parties, and that she was scared something bad would happen to you
β nothing bad ever did happen, she just cares for you too much
β she would always remind you how much she loved you, mostly through her actions towards you; when she would kiss you on the forehead right before bed, and if you weren't sleeping over hers she would call you right as you were on the verge of passing out
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#jackie taylor#jackie x reader#jackie taylor x reader#yellowjackets oneshot
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[ Yellowjackets Masterlist ]
- my name is mia !
- I write for Yellowjackets and might start writing for other fandoms at some point
- super into music so some of my fics will be based off of songs
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β’ smut (Implied is totally fine, just not the actual thing)
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- I appreciate all requests but some I simply do not feel comfortable writing, if your request is ignored it doesn't mean I'm against it it just means I don't feel confident enough to write about it
- sometimes it'll take me longer to post than usual, thats because I'm quite busy lately with exams and work, or I just don't have the motivation to write, but I am always trying to write and answer requests :)
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Say Yes
ΝβΊο½₯ΰΌβΎ - Summary: you were head over heels for ββββββ β ββββ βlottie, and she was head over heels for you.
Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader
Warnings: ...
a/n: sorry for taking so long posting! I promise im still writing π« also this is super cheesy :,)
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There was no distraction that could knock you out of your pine, staring at the only thing that could catch your attention, Lottie.
That's exactly why you missed the voice calling your name for the past minute.
"(y/n)? Do you know the answer to this question or would you prefer to ignore me?"
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, what was the question?"
Chuckles heaped from a few people in your class as you snapped your consciousness back to your teacher, red colour patterning your cheeks and reaching all the way to your ears.
"Pay attention next time."
You should've been taking notes, studying for the exams that were coming up, but it was just impossible. You didn't know when it started, but your feelings towards Lottie changed drastically over the span of a few months - maybe it was the fact that you had just broken up with your boyfriend, or maybe you felt like this towards her all along and just hadn't admitted it to yourself. You two were best friends for the longest time, and admitting it to yourself was one thing but admitting it to her was out of the question - your entire friendship was on the line and you had cherished it too much. Either way, you were completely dazed by her, and dreaded summer break because it meant you'd spend less time with her.
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You sat in Tai's bedroom, it was so hot that each one of you was almost passed out, scattered around her room. It was a couple hours after everyone had left apart from you and a few others. Taissa threw a small party in occasion of summer break and everyone desperately wanted to get out of this heat and head back home.
"I think I'm melting" Van said, her face hanging out of the window while holding onto her cold ice water. As it became darker the air became cooler, though she still swore that Tai's room was like a sauna.
"It's not that bad, you're just being a baby." Tai complained as she finished whatever it was she was eating and threw into the bin.
"Would you rather drown to death or burn to death?" Lottie asked out of nowhere, slurring each word, your eyebrows furrowed at the random question. She looked as if she were black out drunk, her tolerance to the heat was non existent unlike yours, being the only one who was actually conscious, although you were just as exhausted as everyone else.
"Way to ruin the mood, Lot" Tai moaned, face buried into her pillow. "Not my fault you're boring" Lottie lowered her voice, squinting at Tai who had decided to take the pillow from under her head and throw it rather forcefully at Lottie, "What the fuck??" She threw it back, and soon enough you were roped into a full blown pillow fight in the middle of your 11th yawn that day, your hair had gotten messed up and your face had been met with at least 5 different pillows by now, "jeez calm down, I didn't do anything-" A blanket was thrown over you this time, you threw back a plushie, making Lottie screech as the plastic eyeball of the teddy hit her knuckle.
Van was still sloped over the windowsill before her head was bashed by a fluffy white pillow which consequently flew onto the sidewalk. "Nice one Tai," Lottie sneered as she stood up from the floor, "I'll go get it."
"I'll come with you, it's dark" You said, following her downstairs.
"Im so hungry, we should've stayed at yours instead, her shelves are completely empty." You searched through Taissa's fridge, standing there for a minute longer than you should have to feel the cold air against your boiling face. "Did you bring any food with you?" You shut the fridge door, watching Lottie dust off the pillow after locking the front door. "You think I brought a picnic or something? I figured Tai would have something apart from alcohol too, she clearly doesn't care for her guests." She sarcastically remarked, widening her eyes at the state of the pillow.
The room was dark, dimly lit by the bedroom lights upstairs, and Lottie's hair was framing her face perfectly. She bit her lip, giving up on cleaning the pillow and throwing it to the side, fixing her hands onto the kitchen counter as she looked at you - grinning, "you okay?" Her eyes looked through her lashes, keeping eye contact with you which you disrupted by looking down, leaning against the fridge. "yeah, just hungry." Her gaze never left you, pupils dilating more than they already were, raising her chin.
"You're the only reason I came here today, you know." Lottie obsessively looked at your expression, trying to figure out what you were thinking about. Both of your lives were busy, barely spending any time with each other anymore, alone with your feelings. Lottie didn't want you to fade with time as you grew older, she appreciated having you around and didn't want to risk losing it, even if you were just a friend - she'd never say it out loud though, it felt too sappy.
"I wanted to spend more time with you, I guess." She trailed, pinching her lips and letting her head fall loose. You could feel your cheeks flushing, as you let out a toothy smile in response, "And being in Tai's kitchen is how you want to spend time with me?" You laughed, she covered her smile before rubbing the back of her neck, "(y/n), I wanted to say that-"
"Hurry the fuck up!" Tai shouted from upstairs, "And grab some food!" Even she didn't know that her house had been ransacked for food, most likely by someone that came to her party. You and Lottie gave each other a look that said, 'really?', before making your way back up.
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After break had ended, you spent your time either bitching about everyone with Nat after school or trying to study for midterms, which you were constantly failing at. Your concentration depleted along with your attention span, reminding yourself of that one time Lottie was about to say something to you, but was cut off by Tai. It was probably nothing, but of course, you clung onto it.
Lottie wasn't oblivious, she noticed your glances at her, how you would act differently when it came to her compare to your other friends, though she couldn't tell the difference between kindness and romance, so she never told you how she felt either - how she would lie in her bed restless, missing your face; your smile.
She'd often buy you gifts, you just assumed she did that for everyone, she was rich after all, although her gifts towards you were personal, and you held onto each of them as if they were gold.
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"Okay and what? It's just practice, relax." Nat sneered after you had complained that your makeup wasn't perfect. You grew frustrated at the locker room mirror, "ughh do you have mascara on you?" You turned towards Natalie who had her hands on her hips, in complete shock of how preoccupied you were with something as stupid as makeup instead of nationals.
"Are you kidding me? Let's go, (y/n), we're gonna be late." She snatched the hair brush out of your hand and ran out, knowing you'd chase her.
Before you ran out onto the field, Lottie stopped you. "You look really pretty today, (y/n)." She smiled warmly, walking towards the door, giving no time for you to respond. She left to go help the coach set up, and you stood for a minute, heat in your cheeks. "You coming?" Nat stressed, you brushed it off and ran out.
Van threw the ball, your feet instantly gravitating towards it and running to the opposite goal. The sun hit your face in all the wrong ways, you couldn't see - practically running blinded through the field, and it didn't help that Lottie was right behind you, ready to steal the ball off of you at any moment. "Your position is winger, Lot," You stressed as she edged closer, "No it isn't, don't try to throw me off (y/n)." She laughed as you had basically given up, too distracted by her shark smile as your legs let go of the ball - allowing it to move freely and right towards Lottie.
You earned a disappointed look from some of the girls after she had scored a goal as a result of your performance. It was too embarrassing to bear, she trailed you with no sign of competition and you simply gave up, essentially handing her a win.
"Don't be discouraged, (y/l/n), you still have time to improve - just keep working on it." Even the coach had barely any words for you.
"Did Lottie secretly cast a spell on you or something? I mean seriously what the fuck was that?" Nat scolded you, hands on her hips yet again as if she was your mother, you just glanced at her in exhaustion and shame. "Oh, Oh wow (y/n)," She retracted, you raised your eyebrows, "I get it now, you're in love." You could've sworn your heart skipped a beat as she spoke, her sly grin gave you no comfort as you froze, completely still with a red cast over your face.
"don't worry I won't tell, so who's the unlucky guy?"
"oh my god," You let out a thin laugh, leaning against the wall. "Just be quiet, Nat." You mocked with a tone of relief before making your way out of the locker room. You knew that subconsciously obsessing over Lottie wasn't good for you at all, and this just further proved it.
"Wait, (y/n)." A breathless voice ran up to you, it was Lottie. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel bad." She uncomfortably smiled; trying to console you. "Don't worry about it, it's my fault anyway, I'm just stressed with midterms" Lottie and you were good friends, sometimes even the closest in your circle, though lately it had began to feel awkward at times and you partially blamed yourself.
"Well let me make it up to you, I'll help you study. My house after school tomorrow?"
You had mostly needed help in French, it was your worst subject and were on the verge of failing it, you knew Lottie was probably worse at it than you considering the amount of times she would come up to you just to whine about how boring her class was, but you had accepted anyway.
Lottie came home with a grin plastered onto her face, and an empty house meant she could take you over to her house instead of the diner you'd usually study at. She planned the whole of tomorrow, all the way down to the movie you two would watch, just incase you got bored of school work.
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"Are you coming over mine later today?" Taissa asked as you sat crossed legged on your bed with a home phone in your hand.
"I don't know Tai I'm sort of busy," You whined, knowing that you were meant to study with Lottie today.
"Sort of? Are you bailing on me?" She scoffed through the phone, you could almost imagine her expression. You'd planned to come over her house after her and Van got into a fight, and of course you felt guilty, but she would get over it, right?
You apologised after making up a terrible lie in attempt to rid yourself of blame, which Taissa clearly didn't buy. She was left disappointed after you hung up to get dressed into something other than a huge t shirt and pyjama pants.
Last week Lottie had bought you a gift out of the blue, it was a cherry red lip tint which you adored, as if she could read your mind. And so as you slipped into your well though out outfit you had decided to touch up your makeup, dabbing the tint on your lips as you finished in hopes to catch her attention.
Unbeknownst to you, Lottie had been doing the exact same. She anxiously waited to hear a knock on her door as she fixed her bangs and sprayed a rose hinted perfume, almost drenching herself in it. She'd also decided to take a shower, afraid that practice had her more worn out than usual.
You knocked two times, then three, then four and eventually five - no response. You almost left, believing Lottie forgot and was probably sleeping or something, until she opened the door - face sweaty and panting. "What the hell happened to you, jesus" you said, watching as she leaned against the doorway.
"Heyyy (y/n), I ruined dinner for us, my oven broke and I tried to fix it." She smiled nervously, "You made dinner?" You asked curiously, not sure if you should be surprised about her cooking for once or that she was caring enough to make food for the two of you, "Tried to make dinner, yeah."
You walked in, asking what exactly went wrong with the oven. You looked over it in complete shock, "Lot, the oven was unplugged." She just stared at you, slightly embarrassed but mostly confused, eventually the two of you laughed until you couldn't breathe, if only she knew how to work an oven.
It was midsummer, early night. The two of you sat on her bed, looking through textbooks and homework, both confused and in no state to help each other with work, "What does je suis mean?" She asked, no thought behind her eyes, "I thought you were meant to help me study, not the other way round." You gave her a sarcastic look, grinning with a pen twirling in your hand, "French isn't my best subject and you know it, let's go over maths or something." She brushed off, clearly not phased by French at all, "Wait, so how did you get an A+ in our last exam?" You remembered, she simply gave you an awkward look before trying to change the subject, "Hold on, did you cheat?? Lottie Matthews oh my, how could you?" You faked a disappointed yet dismayed look, "You're no saint either, (y/n)" She laughed.
A few minutes passed and French wasn't getting any easier. Lottie perked her ears up as her favourite song came on, say yes by elliott smith. "Oh my god I love this song," she sang along, and so did you. You were writing something in your textbook until you noticed she stopped humming along, and in response you stopped too - looking up at her. She had been watching you for a moment, the way you listened to music so passionately, how your body fell into the melody and how you would slightly smile as you sung when your favourite lyrics came on, she loved watching you from afar; and sometimes she'd have a sad puppy look on her when she did,
"What's wrong, Lot?"
"Nothing," She tried to say something else, but couldn't. She wanted to tell you so badly, she wanted you to say yes, but she knew you wouldn't.
"Tell me, you've been acting weird the whole day, you can talk to me." You offered a slight smile, fretful in your words and comfort in your eyes.
"(y/n),"
"I think I'm in love with you."
The air was quiet for a moment, and the music had somehow also faded into the background. You silently rested your pen onto your notebook, biting your lip.
"I love you too, Lottie."
She edged closer to you, her hand supporting herself beside you, tucking your hair behind your ear. You pressed your lips against hers, you didn't want to be alone anymore. You missed her even though she was right there in front of you, and you desperately tried to fill that feeling, so you pushed in, and she pushed back, her rose fragrance lingering in the air.
It didn't happen often; the feeling she got from you, and she wanted to stay in the moment - pulling you in closer as your body shifted and your hands wrapped around her neck, fingers and palms tracing the sides of her face. Her lips were warm, yours were soft, and her heartbeat was closer to you than it ever was before. Breathing suddenly became heavier, making you pull away gently.
Rain began to hit her window, your song had ended and the street lights came on. The both of you laughed, you crossed your legs and looked back at her, she raised her hand to your lips, wiping the messed up lipstick,
"is that the lip tint I bought you?"
"yeah, it is."
"you look gorgeous in it."
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After, you asked if she had any movies to watch, her eyes beamed at your words, knowing she had the perfect movie. She got up and pulled out a VHS tape from out of her TV stand, "Scream, it came out this May and I haven't watched it yet, looks fun" she looked over her shoulder at you before kneeling down to play it. She had, infact, watched the movie, contrary to what she told you, she wanted to make sure you would like it.
She wrapped a blanket around you as it got colder, turning off the lights and hanging her hand around your shoulder as you sunk your head into her neck. You fell asleep 10 minutes into the movie, but she didn't mind it, wrapping both of her hands around your body and falling asleep shortly after.
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Teeth (pt. 2)
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Warnings: mention of injury
(Part one)
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Friends and family visited you after your attack, bringing you flowers, gifts and chocolate. It was a couple weeks until you could finally go home, most of your days were spent with aching and bore.
After everything that happened you were left dazed, Shauna had left town in time for autumn break - leaving you with no explanation, she hasn't reached out to you ever since.
You remembered the ambulance sirens, flashing red and blue lights brightening the forest path as your eyes rapidly searched for an answer, for Shauna. After she had left you, you laid on the forest floor as if arrows in your back and sides had been shot into you - giving up into her sharp edges, too weak to stand. That was until the ambulance had found you and taken you into an emergency room.
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"How are you doing today?" Your doctor asked with a clipboard in his hand.
"I'm fine, same as usual." You gave a warming look to the doctor, who had checked up on you regularly.
"I have some news for you (y/n), we're releasing you today, just finalising a couple tests and then you're good to go." He glanced up at you, waiting for your response.
"Really? I get to go home?" You were startled, almost in disbelief. You sat up with curiosity.
"Yes, you do. I called your parents for you they should be here in a couple of hours. A few things you need to keep notice of though - take your medication twice daily and limit physical activity, we don't want you landing back in here, we've already informed your soccer coach." He said, handing you fresh clothes to change back into.
You grimaced, knowing that skipping soccer practice would lead to less time with Shauna, as if you were even prepared to see her.
"Look, I know it isn't the greatest situation, but considering your wounds it's best you lay it off for a while." He was right. The few times you had walked around the hospital it hurt so badly that eventually you just gave up, opting to lay in the hospital bed the entire time instead. The meds were working, though you'd for sure have a scar somewhere.
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It was a week until school began again, this was by far the worst autumn break you had ever been through. Thankfully, though, your friends had agreed to have sleepovers at your house to save you the trouble.
"(y/n) there's no way you don't remember at least little bit," Van stated, followed by stares from a couple other girls who had situated themselves on your floor.
"Guys, I'm telling you, I basically blacked out." You laughed it off, trying your hardest to convince them, but you could tell they knew something was off.
"Okay we'll stop annoying you, has Shauna visited? She's been gone for ages." Tai complained.
"No, she hasn't." Was all you managed to say, distinctly uneasy.
"Oh I'm sorry (y/n), she does care about you though, you know, she asked me if you were okay." Lottie looked towards you with a cautious expression, sitting next to you on your bed.
"She talked to you?" The frustration in your voice was too announced, you backed down as you watched Lottie give you an apologetic glance.
"Yeah she called me a couple days ago, it's weird she hasn't called you, I'm sure she will."
"No, yeah, obviously."
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At school you were stuck on the bench, helping Coach Scott with setting up gear and having to spend practice listening to Misty asking you repeatedly about your wounds and your attack in general, you were amazed by how persistent she was, wishing you could give an answer to any of her questions. You eyed Shauna as she played, often coming up to her after practice in attempt to talk to her - resulting in her nonchalantly brushing you off as if nothing ever happened.
Questions surrounded you, 'did a wolf bite you?' 'how did it happen?' 'what happened?' And keeping up the constant facade of 'blacking out' became uncontainable, you had to tell someone, after all - you were alone in this. Shauna had left you and your friends were oblivious. You'd made your mind up, you would tell Lottie; you could trust her with anything, and she was most likely to believe you anyway.
So after class, you came up to her, hanging one hand off of your backpack strap and sheepishly looking up at her.
"Hey Lot."
"What's up?" She said, grinning and leaning against her locker after shutting it.
"Look, I need to tell you something, it's about Shauna." Doubt began creeping up on you, unsure if you should actually tell her, though you persisted through it.
Awaiting for a response, you noticed her eyebrows furrow as she looked at something behind you.
It was Shauna, she stood over your shoulder scarce in confidence, tilting her head for you to follow her into one of the bathroom stalls. You sighed, choosing to trail behind her in hope she would talk.
You glanced at Lottie in annoyance, she just shrugged back at you with a confused look that gave you no reassurance whatsoever.
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Locking the bathroom stall, Shauna spoke her first genuine words to you after an entire month, her voice breaking quietly.
"(y/n)."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't even check up on me, you could've at least called!" Everything came out of you, all of your pent up anger and frustration, you almost shouted at her as she crossed her arms shyly.
"I'm sorry, I really I am, I called Lottie to check-"
"So? You could've called me." You said sternly, giving her no room to speak.
Shauna gave you a contrite look, lowering her head to the ground and sucking her lips in. "I know, I was just scared,"
"I won't tell anyone if that's what you're asking."
"No I trust you (y/n), it didn't even cross my mind. It's just.." Desperation took over her words, crawling over towards you too and filling your emotions.
"I was afraid you wouldn't like me anymore."
You retracted your anger, overcome by her sincerity, eyebrows chasing your forehead.
"I just wished you'd talk to me," It suddenly became quiet, your words turned into somewhat of a whine, eyes begging her to finally acknowledge you.
"I really missed you Shauna."
"I missed you more, (y/n)."
She leaned over you, placing her soft hands on your face, scanning you up and down.
"Come to the Halloween party, it'll be fun," She spoke, rubbing your cheek with the gentle touch she hasn't given you in what felt like forever. "I promise I'll explain everything to you, just give me some time." She followed, you smiled at her uneasily, as you nodded before she made her way back to class.
You were glad that she had talked to you, that she actually faced you instead of looking the other way, though it happened too suddenly, as if she had something else to hide; it unsettled you. Despite that you had decided to go to the party, it gave you a chance to go out for the first time this month, a break from everything. And besides, there would be tons of people there, including your friends.
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"So what happened? Did she apologise for ignoring her best friend after a violent animal attack?" Lottie sneered with sarcasm trailing her voice, red solo cup tight in her hand. It was the night of the Halloween party and Shauna was nowhere to be seen, not to your surprise.
"Sort of, we're okay now though, I think." You spoke unsurely before holding a cigarette up to your lips. The air blew your hair uncomfortably, heavy with the cold autumn.
"You think?" Lottie asked, fixing your hair back into place while giving you a sip of her drink.
"She's acting strange lately, I'm not mad at her though, she was busy." You said lightly, shrugging your shoulders at your own words.
"Whatever you say, (y/n)," She followed your demeanour, not wanting to add to your stress.
"What were you going to tell me, by the way?" All of a sudden you remembered, the time you left Lottie hanging right before you had decided to tell her that Shauna is a literal vampire. "Nothing, I don't even remember myself" you laughed, taking another hit from the cigarette.
A moment passed, you noticed Jackie talking to Shauna, and excused yourself from Lottie.
"Shauna, what the hell?" You walked up to her with everlasting annoyance, "Heyyy (y/n), you showed up!" Jackie fell onto you, alcohol exuding out of her slurred speech. "How are you holding up?" She followed, Shauna peered at you with a hangdog look. "I'm okay, thanks Jackie." She simply nodded at you, beaming with a drunk smile before trailing off with Jeff.
"What's wrong?" Shauna asked with a newfound unsolicited audacity, as if she had no clue as to what was going on.
"You invited me to this party and yet you've been gone all night," You cried, "I shouldn't even be here, doctors orders."
"Shit I'm really sorry (y/n), I was going to-"
"Either you talk to me or were done." Tears harboured in your eyes, something inside of you yearned for her violence to win again, her teeth to sink into you, just so you could spend more than a minute with her.
"Okay, I know," Her eyes panned your surroundings, looking for a desolate spot so that she could talk to you without bearing the stares of others, "Come with me."
You followed her into the woods, wandering away from the party, the bonfire barely illuminating your face.
"Look, I told you, I'm-"
"A vampire, I know, but how? How does that even happen, it doesn't make any sense."
You used your spare time at the hospital to linger around the word, what it even meant, and what it meant for Shauna. You hadn't come across anything like it before. Your only choice was to believe it, there was no other explanation for it, though you still needed more from her.
"I don't know either, (y/n). Trust me if I knew I'd tell you, I'm just as confused as you are."
The pale look on her face gave you a distaste in your mouth, all of a sudden the curiosity left your body, and the urge to comfort her was never stronger.
"I cant control it, (y/n), god I wish I could but I just had to keep you safe."
The guilt she had felt was coming over you instead, as you realised how harsh you had been, it really wasn't her choice after all. The bigger picture formed in your mind, how she senselessly attacked you out of her pure nature and how she avoided you due to your injuries solely for your own benefit.
"Shauna,"
A heartache filled you, an unpunishable need to give in. The tension within the air was indescribable and you were a subject to its pressure, glancing up at Shauna with dark eyes.
Your hands wrapped around her slowly; grabbing onto the back of her neck. She was cold blooded, you were warm blooded, you processed her words rapidly and all she wanted was for you to understand.
It was unfair, how she could guilt you into feeling sorry for her all of a sudden, and you were filled with insoluble rage that you sought to take out on her, though inevitably something got in the way, a feeling you've felt before.
"I cant do this, (y/n)." She whispered down to you, as you were only inches away from her.
She hated not being in control, it filled here with unconditional fear that she would hurt you or others - you sensed it.
"I know,"
"It's not right."
"I know."
Amidst the dark, her face was so close to yours that you could smell her sandalwood fragrance, as much as you yearned to gaze at her revealing face, you broke the space between you two. she gave into your touch - her urge was stronger than her resistance and you knew it, and all of a sudden you were grazed by her serrated teeth, they moved their way down to your jaw, and then your neck.
You felt them sink into you, softly yet violently, a hint of bitter alcohol in her breath.
You pushed her off, quivering your lips in admission of guilt.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." Shauna apologised, rubbing her eyes in disappointment towards herself.
"Hey, it's okay it's not your fault," You wiped your neck to rid the slight bite. "We'll figure it out, I promise." You offered a shy smile.
She grinned at you, lowering her head to the ground. You knew how she felt, it saddened you to think that she'd ever have doubt in you.
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You had told some of your friends about you and Shauna, not the full thing, of course, though it felt like a relief to be able to be open about this part of your life.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, you'd have to tell an occasional lie about the wounds you would have but you didn't mind it, everything finally felt right.
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I'm still on holiday and super busy with assignments when I get home but I'm currently writing a pt.2 of teeth which I'll hopefully get done tmrw and a few oneshots that I just started writing π€π€
Also please feel free to send requests! I'm still writing and would love to see them :)
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THANK YOU FOR WRITING ANTLERS ITS CHEF'S KISSπ€
You are a blessing babe, thank you for writing my request. Keep up with the great work and drink water! Xoxoβ€οΈβ€οΈ
thank you so much ππ and u are so welcome <33
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