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💼 ★ –— lottie fucking you on her dad’s desk
the expensive aroma of lottie's body lotion infiltrated your nostrils as you slowly planted wet, open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, each bringing you closer to the big strap that rested smugly between her legs.
her hands clasped the armrests of the chair she was sitting on, the sensation of champagne-tinted kisses burning her skin as she stared down at you.
"are you sure you want to do this here?" you asked her, uncertainty evident in your tone, as you paused the kissing to gaze up at her.
"we're home alone, baby. it's okay," she reassured you in a soft and persuasive manner.
"i know, lotts, but—" you began, only to be interrupted by her.
"shhh," she hushed you with her index finger. then, using the same hand, she shifted it from your lips to the top of your head, gently guiding your face back to her thighs. this time, though, she pressed the tip of her strap against your lips.
"you know what to do," she said huskily, and you just nodded in response.
you took lottie's strap with one of your hands, the other one resting on her thigh, and you delicately began to trace its length with the tip of your tongue. you cautiously moved up to the head, running circles around it before slipping it into your mouth completely. lottie inhaled sharply as she observed your soft lips taking in her rigid length, bobbing your head up and down in rhythmic motions.
“you look so fuckin’ hot,” she praised you as she slid her hand up to your head and tangled her fingers in your hair. she pushed your head all the way down, causing you to deepthroat her with such force that she could feel the pressure against her clit.
"fuck," she mumbled, her head sinking back into the headrest as both her hands were now entangled in your hair, pulling you up and down fiercely while elevating her hips to create more friction on her swollen nub.
your eyes began to well up, and you gripped her thighs harshly, trying not to choke. "you're doing s' good," she praised again, making you even more eager to please her. you tried your hardest to keep your rhythm, but you really needed to breathe, so you let go of her cock with a plop sound.
you coughed a little, a tear streaming down your cheek. lottie's gaze returned to you, her eyes heavier and her lids weary. "you did great, baby," she cooed, wiping your tears away with her thumb. you placed your hand on top of hers and kissed her palm softly, then moved your hand through her arm, catching her by the forearm and bringing her close, sealing your lips together into a heated kiss.
lottie began to nibble on your bottom lip and then run her tongue over it, attempting to relieve the discomfort, and repeated this again and again, eliciting groans from your chest.
your knees began to ache from the prolonged kneeling. so, while lottie was sucking on the blood that began to flow from your swelled lip, you began to rise. she noticed what you were doing and assisted you by placing her hands behind your thighs and guiding you to sit on top of her.
"mmh—" you exhaled as your centre made contact with lottie's faux cock, goosebumps coursing through your body. lottie planted her palms on your sides and held you in a bruising grasp, pushing you down and making you grind harder against her cock. she finally released your bleeding and assaulted lip, and began attacking your neck instead. looks so empty, she thought, and began licking and sucking anywhere she could, eagerly marking you.
"ffuck—" you whined, your cunt becoming warmer and wetter by the second. "please, please, please, fuck me," you implored, your eyebrows creasing as you struggled to process every sensation on your body.
"keep begging like that, and i'll consider it," she answered huskily, her cocky smile concealed with every forceful kiss she pressed onto your already bruised neck.
you wrapped your arms around her head and pulled her closer to you, your cunt dragging against her length with increased force. "lotts—" you choked out, "please," you begged once again, trembling breaths escaping from your lips.
without warning, she effortlessly manhandled you as she stood up, gripping you by the ass and hoisting you up, your legs wrapping around her waist. she placed you onto her dad's desk right before her. your back met the chilly wooden surface, pressing against numerous scattered documents and notes, and lottie looked down at you with dazzling eyes.
she began stroking your lower abdomen with one hand while spreading your wetness across her strap with the other. "shit, y/n, you're so wet my strap is dripping," she mumbled, moving her hand down your inner thigh and holding your legs open as much as you possibly could. she moved in closer, and while still gently caressing your inner thigh, she began rubbing the tip of her cock against your glistening folds, finishing with a delicate slap against your beating clit.
“lotts, please—” your pleads were cut short by a loud moan, elicited by your girlfriends girth being pushed all the way to your cervix with great force, bottoming out completely. then, she waited a few seconds for you to adjust before pulling out entirely, making your walls painfully contract around nothing. before you could even complain, she shoved it all the way in again, but this time she began pounding in and out of you relentlessly, watching your breasts jiggle in front of her.
"holy ffuck," you gasped, your senses numbed by the sensation of being filled up and lottie's lower abdomen rubbing against your clit with every thrust. you stared down at her cock as it repeatedly sank itself into you, deliciously stretching your walls. lottie's hands moved from your thighs to your breasts, using them as leverage to draw herself closer and push deeper inside you. she felt the cloth of the strap pressing against her clit with each thrust, "fuck i— i love you so much," she muttered, starting to grab and pinch your nipples between her fingers. she then placed one of her hands on your face and inserted two fingers into your mouth for you to suck. "—rghh, i love you too," you struggled to say, circling her long fingers with your tongue.
"i'm close," you cried out, "go rougher please," you begged, and she immediately intensified her tempo, wanting to find relief as well.
she slid her wet fingers from your lips to your neck and began to apply pressure on the sides, lightly chocking you, all while her other hand continued to play with your already abused nub. her rapid, strong thrusts slowed and grew sloppier, and before you knew it, you were both at climax simultaneously. with her hands flying to the sides of your waist, lottie flung her head back and gave your sides a bruising squeeze. your hands tried to grab anything they could hold onto, but all they could find were the documents belonging to lottie's dad, which you clutched in your fists as you closed your eyes and let out a wordless scream.
lottie slumped on top of you, and as you both struggled to regain your composure, she moved up to look into your eyes, her fingers delicately massaging your swollen neck.
"i love you so much," she said, her tone sincere and her pupils dilated.
"i love you even more," you replied, pulling her into a gentle kiss, which she immediately returned.
after the two of you separated to catch your breath, she lifted you by the hips and pulled you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her. she held you as closely as possible and began guiding you towards her bedroom for some rest, leaving her father’s desk a mess behind you.
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A Cold Kiss For Warmth
͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: you unknowingly saved Jackie from 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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She who writes. Pre-crash Nat Scatorccio
Nat Scatorccio x fem/gn reader
cw-friends to lovers
Wc-650
Part one
Journal entry: Wednesday. April 3rd, 1996
Have you ever had a conversation with Natalie, it is the most interesting thing I have ever experienced. For instance one time we were at the local hair store buying hair dye and she turned to me a said, and I quote "would you be bestfriends with me if I was this box of hair dye."
She stood there staring at you awaiting a response. I looked at her before stating "Uhh, how would we be able to talk if you were a box of hair dye? That doesn't even make any sense" She giggled before saying "don't think about it too much, yes or no?" you sighed "sure Nat, I would be you best friend if you were box of hair dye”
“What are you writing now, you're not even paying attention to the movie" you glanced up at her, the smell of cigarettes invading your space when she moved closer to you. "I'm writing a story about the ultimate demise of the girl who kept interrupting me while I was writing." she pouted at you and you rolled your eyes. "You're adorable, but not that adorable to stop me from writing" you smiled up at her as she took a drag of her cigarette. "Want some or are you still being a good girl”
You froze, getting flustered, "I- I well i'll take one actually." You said trying to feign any ounce of confidence you still had. She smiled at you, inhaling a big puff of smoke before pulling you closer and blowing the smoke into your mouth, analyzing your face to see how you'd react. You blew out the smoke, as a fit of coughs came quickly after, you could smell her cherry chapstick on your lips and all you could do was stare at her trying to analyze what just happened, that had to be something best friends do right? Just best friends being best friends. Nat started to smirk as she realized she had flustered you, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“You ok?" she asked, trying to hold back a smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing. Nat went to say something when she realized you weren't going to respond the hesitated before saying "fuck it"
Cherry's.
You've never liked cherry's so much until right now.
The smell of them, the taste of them, and how natalie tasted with the cherry’s. The way her thumb caressed your cheek the way she dropped her last cigarette onto your bed as if it wasn't even there to begin with. The way you both tried to hold your breath so you wouldn't have to leave the grace and the beauty you called each other's lips. And oh how nat smiled against your lips and her shoulders relaxed as her confidence took over her. She backed away from you, her thumb still tracing circles on your face.
"Since I'm such a good kisser does this mean I get to choose the next movie? " Nat said, her voice just barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, but you might have to kiss me again," you joked before pulling her back in.
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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ eyeshadow | jackie taylor
— word count: 1.1k
summary: You and Jackie pre-game and get ready before a party, new experiences take place.
⤷ jackie taylor x reader
a.n: my first fic on this site! this one is sortaaaa angsty. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))
warnings ! - some very ignorant comments about being gay but Jackie and reader are just in gay denial lol.
“You have got to do pink lipstick – and then layer with some sort of shimmering lipgloss.” Jackie mumbled, her breath hitting your face while she plucked your eyebrows with alarming precision.
The music was lulling softly out of the speakers of her old radio, a pop tune by an artist you couldn’t quite identify despite the name being at the tip of your tongue and the room was warm, embedded in soft golden lighting and smelling like the vanilla and apple caramel candles that Jackie had lit.
You frowned at Jackie’s words, moving your head slightly out of her grasp - her hands followed, cupping your cheeks and smoshing them together.
“C’mon do not give me that pouty face! Tonight might be the night, aren’t you excited?” - she exclaimed, getting back to her proficient (albeit painful) work.
“I guess,” you replied “it’s just that… I mean, I’m nervous that’s all - what if like, I do something wrong?” the last words were whispered leaving your mouth with uncertainty.
“Whatever could you do wrong? You are a pretty girl and any guy would be very lucky to kiss you – there is no “wrong”, – she stepped away, making air quotes with her fingers – in this kind of thing, it’s very natural and trust me, by what Jeff said the guy isn’t even all that experienced, he will probably just leave the party feeling pretty lucky to have kissed a cute girl and brag about it to his friends for like, a week, and that’s it.”
“Jesus, I don’t want him to talk to his friends! Probably gonna tell them how I can’t french kiss and make disgusting comments – oh man I really don’t feel like doing this.” You groaned felling your face warming up with embarrassment.
Jackie stared at you, her brown eyes twinkling in confusing, “I thought you liked the guy, you were so excited at school, talking about getting you first kiss and all that;” - she breathed in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and continued - “look the entire team is gonna be there and you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything, besides, if you are that desperate, I can show you some stuff.”
“Some stuff?” you inquired, tilting your head, lips parting slightly.
“Yeah, some stuff,” she laughed “I can kiss you, tell you what to do and not do, it won’t even count as a first kiss because were both girls see? So you can still have you first with Jeff’s guy – what has his name again? Andrew? Something with an A for sure…”
She was lost in thought, trying to recall whatever’s name as you stared at her, at her black floral dress, her heart pendent, her rosy cheeks – and soft pink lips.
“Sure, that would be nice,” you ended up saying, snapping her out of her thoughts, her brown eyes melting at your words “besides, it’s what you said, it won’t even count cuz we are both girls, right?”
“Yeah,” she said, pursing her lips. She sat up straight “alright, close your eyes, get ready,” she whispered has you did just that, letting your lashes flutter shut “so, he is probably gonna lean in fast – he is gonna be nervous the first time, so you got to be ready, its crucial for his ego – and brush his lips against yours.”
Jackie closed the gap, your lips touching, ghosting, softly brushing against eachother – then without warning she pressed her lips against yours in a long peck, her gloss sticking on to your mouth.
You could feel her warmth and your hands were hitching to grab her and pull her closer, to tangle themselfs in her auburn hair, destroying the curls she had spent so much time perfecting.
She moved away, frazzled, and got closer to you on the pink duvet cover of the bed, grabbing you by the neck and mumbling lowly, “Now I’m gonna use some tongue,” another mumble “so follow my lead.”
Your lips joined, once more, but now she was moving them, velvety and slow, on instinct (I guess after all kissing was truly natural) you opened your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside meeting yours - both meshing in wanton need.
You could feel her body pressing down on yours so, ever so slowly, you lowered yourself on to the bed, her lips never leaving yours – she has on top of you, holding your cheeks, your legs were tangled together and one of your hands rested on her back, the other in her head.
She pulled back, both of you breathing heavy, her hand brushing through your face and your eyes meeting eachother in an deep understanding you couldn’t quite get – and then she has on you again, her lips, her hands, her heat, her smell, the artificial taste of her lipgloss that you could feel on tip of your tongue along with the brush of her long eyelashes on your cheeks, when she drew in closer.
The two of you did not stop, both in a warm rosy bubble of softness and despair until the honk of Shauna’s car sounded outside, the noise slipping through the window and awakening you out of your drunken stupor.
Quickly and muffled you heard the steps of Mr. Taylor on the first flight of the stairs calling for you and Jackie to get down – the room has cold now, evolved in blue light and the smell of the candles has beginning to be too much; breathing heavily Jackie rolled of the top of you, you watched her has she got up, shaking her curls, now messy with hairs standing up, and breathed in a laugh.
“Oh my God, we haven’t even finish your makeup.” she seemed frazzled looking around her room for something, anything “Shauna is here so early! Jesus, what time even his it?” turning around she grabbed her dainty alarm clock, checking the time.
“10:38? Ok, I can work with that, I’m gonna tell Shauna to come up, there’s is still time to fix your hair and do the eyeshadow.” she steeped closer passing her hands through your head – they were shaking, you tried to catch her eyes but she turned grabbing her jacket and heading for the bedroom door.
“I’m gonna go downstairs,” her hand was curled tightly around the doorknob and she gave you a tilted smile “please curl your lashes and start painting you nails, that way it’s going to be much quicker, and we can get there on time.”
With that she left, leaving you on the bed, watching the shadows of the room and staring at the snuffed-out candles, burnt all the way out.
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I'll Keep You Safe // Shauna Shipman
request: It would be like the reader has been pinning after Shauna for some time, and Shauna likes her back, but the plane crash happens, and the reader gets injured, and Shauna takes care of the Reader?
prompts: none!
summary: you had always been terrified of flying, so shauna promises that she'll help you make it through. but after a horrific crash, her promise comes to mean so much more.
warnings: blood, injuries, plane crash (kinda obvious lol), drug usage (xanax), not proofread
word count: 1.3k
a/n: implied fem!reader but no pronouns or defining features mentioned
You clutched the straps of your backpack tightly as you boarded the plane. You had always been horribly afraid of flying, but you didn’t really have a choice. The Nationals game was coming up quickly, and you wouldn’t have had time to drive all the way to Seattle if you wanted to be there in time. So, you didn’t really have much of a choice if you wanted to play in the game.
Finding an empty window seat, you sat down, placing your backpack on the ground in front of you. The flight would only be a few hours, you could tough it out. Hopefully. Luckily, you managed to swipe some of your mom’s xanax before you left that morning. You’d just take the pills and sleep through the flight. You’d wake up in Seattle and it’d feel like you never even left the ground in the first place. It wouldn’t be that bad. Right?
“You nervous?” Shauna asked, sitting down in the empty seat beside you.
Just hearing the sound of her voice made your face heat up, a warmth covering your cheeks. You looked over to her and smiled weakly, hoping to appear at least somewhat normal.
“Is it that obvious?” you laughed nervously, fiddling with your necklace.
She smiled. “A bit. You look really pale, and you’re shaking. First time flying?”
You shook your head. “No, I’ve- I’ve done it before. Just not in a long time. And I wasn’t this terrified of it then.”
She grabbed your hand comfortingly, shooting you a warm smile. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. And I’ll be right here the whole time to help you through it.”
You smiled back, feeling your blush only getting worse. “Thanks, Shauna.”
“Anytime, y/n.”
The plane started moving, and you instinctively went to double check your seatbelt. Shauna giggled softly.
“You’re gonna be fine, y/n. I’m sure of it.”
You nodded, forcing yourself to at least try and believe that her words were true. You reached down into your backpack and grabbed the pill bottle you swiped, taking out a xanax and swallowing it. You offered the bottle to Shauna.
“You want one? It’s xanax. I’m hoping to just sleep through the whole flight.”
She smiled. “Sure, why not?”
She took one of your mom’s pills, and you put the bottle back in your bag. Soon the plane was in the air, and your surroundings began to blur. Before you knew it, you were asleep.
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“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!” Shauna yelled, shaking you by the shoulders, trying to get you to wake up.
“Wha…?” you asked, still half asleep and delirious.
Shauna said something else, but you didn’t quite understand it. Then you felt something weird. It was almost like falling. You thought it was just a side effect of the pill, until you heard the screaming. Then a stinging on the side of your face jolted you back into reality. You looked over surprised to find out that Shauna had slapped you.
“Wake up!” she yelled, the worry in her eyes making the panic building inside of you even worse.
You looked out your window and saw the mountains getting closer. And closer. And closer. And then it was black.
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You slowly blinked awake as you felt yourself being carried. No, not carried. Dragged. Your vision was blurry and you couldn’t feel anything below your waist. Your eyes came into focus and you saw Shauna above you, dragging you out of the remains of the plane you had once been in. Suddenly, it was like the fog in your mind had cleared. You realized what happened. The plane had crashed. You were stranded.
“Y/n? Y/n, you’re gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be fine, just- just hang on,” Shauna said, setting you down against a tree.
“Y/n, are you alright? Does anything hurt?” she asked, her voice shaking in worry.
“I think so. But I can’t…” you trailed off as you reached behind you to touch your back. Your hand came in contact with something wet.
You pulled your hand back to look at it, your eyes widening when you saw the blood covering your fingers. Your mouth went dry and you couldn’t form words. Fear took over your body, filling your every sense. You couldn’t feel anything below your waist and there was blood on your back. No… It can’t be what you’re thinking. Right?
“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” Shauna gasped, gently pulling you forward to look at your back.
A large jagged scrap of metal protruded from your lower spine. You had said you hadn’t felt any pain, but how could you have not felt this? Unless…
“Y/n, can you move your legs?” Shauna asked, her voice quivering.
You tried to move them, even just wiggle them a bit, but they didn’t budge. You tried again, but it wasn’t working. You couldn’t feel them, and you couldn’t move them. You let out a choked sob as the reality of it all sunk in. You were paralyzed from the waist down. Your spinal cord must’ve been severed by the metal in your back. Maybe if you were back home, you could’ve gotten to the hospital in time for them to fix this. But you were in the middle of nowhere, and there was no telling if or when help would come. You were stuck like this. And there might not be any chance for you to fix this.
“Oh my god,” Shauna whispered, pulling you into a hug.
You sobbed into her shoulder as you hugged her back, clinging to her tightly. Shauna squeezed you even tighter, and you could’ve sworn you heard her sniffle.
“We’re gonna fix this. It- it’ll be okay,” Shauna said, but you could tell she didn’t believe her own words.
“How? I- I’m never gonna walk again. I can’t run, I can’t play soccer, I can’t even stand up! It’s never going to be okay!” you yelled, still sobbing heavily.
“I- I’m going to fix this. I’ll take care of you, y/n. We’ll make this better. Somehow, we’re going to get through this. But right now, we need to get that thing out of you before it does even more damage.”
You nodded, sniffling. Shauna helped you to lay down on your stomach. She walked away and came back with Misty and Tai, along with a first aid kit that had miraculously survived the crash.
Shauna knelt down in front of you. “Okay, they’re gonna pull it out. Just- just hold my hand. Focus on me.”
You nodded, grabbing Shauna’s hand tightly. Misty handed you a balled up scrap of fabric.
“Here, bite down on this. You might still have some nerves intact, so this could hurt.”
You bit down on the fabric, and squeezed Shauna’s hand even tighter. Without warning, Misty and Tai began to pull out the metal scrap. You screamed out in pain, biting down on the fabric harder. You couldn’t feel everything, but what you did feel was the worst pain you had ever experienced. You clutched Shauna’s hand even tighter, your eyes welling up with tears again. You felt your head spin and your vision went spotty.
“Okay, it’s out! You did it! It’s out, y/n,” Shauna said, trying to smile, but you could tell she was still panicked.
Misty and Tai sewed up the wound on your back and bandaged it. Shauna helped you sit up again, and you rested your weight against her. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and you placed one over her torso. You heard sniffling and looked up to see Shauna was crying.
She smiled down at you sadly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Despite everything you had just been through, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face grew hot.
“I’m gonna take care of you. I promise that no matter what happens, I’m gonna keep you safe. We’re gonna make it through this.”
“Will we?” you asked.
“Yeah.” Shauna nodded, but you could tell by the tone of her voice, that she was lying.
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a taste for it | shauna shipman
summary: just shauna rethinking her life choices, and letting her true self take control. she did not start out a bad person. or did she?
warnings: blood. description of violence. description of killing animals. shauna being a god damn cannibal i guess. no pairings, just shauna. changed the canon a little bit, who cares !. just, blood, be warned.
short story, promise!
a/n: i just wanted to write something about this unhinged woman whom i love very much being even more unhinged. sue me. also, my first attempt of writing something in english! not my first language so i’m sorry if there’s a few mistakes. lol. gif by @jackietaylorsghost
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It wasn't something hidden in the mountains, just waiting for them to fall. It wasn't an evil spirit that took hold of them one by one. A monster lurking through the trees ready to attack. It wasn't the wilderness. It never was.
It was just them.
And to Shauna, that was way more terrifying than anything supernatural that could explain what had happened in that forest. What could have induced them to do the most unimaginable things. Things totally against her nature.
Since she got back, 25 years ago, a metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth like a phantom memory. Everything that was said, done, lost, seems to be stuck in her throat, like a knife going through her larynx. The choice of staying in the same city, living with the same people, and finishing school at the same high school, was a way of pretending that the world had taken a short break, just waiting for them to come back. Also, marrying Jeff was a way of keeping Jackie close in one way or another. An almost cruel, almost ironic way, that's for sure. She kept repeating to herself that she did not start out a bad person, but Shauna no longer knew how to exist without being cruel. It was her nature now.
Or was she always like that?
Fucking her best friend’s boyfriend, lying to herself about her feelings, her needs. Getting way too comfortable with the weight of a knife on her hands when they gave her the “butcher” role in the group…
It got out of control after a while. And oh, how she misses it.
It started with squirrels, small animals. When Callie was at school, Jeff at work, she would spend too much time in their backyard waiting for them to appear. She would grab it by their tail and break their little necks, opening up their bellies with the kitchen knife. And oh, how she liked the feeling of their warm blood running through her fingers.
She would spend a few minutes just watching it drip from her hand, the glimmery look of it, how it looked under her nails, her knuckles. One of these days, without even realizing, her hand went slowly to her mouth. But before it could touch her lips, a loud noise coming from the garage announced Jeff was home, taking her from this sick trance. She cleaned herself as fast as she could, and decided that was just not right. Not healthy. And it was the last thing she ever killed.
Until Adam happened.
It was a mistake. All of it. Getting with him in the first place, trying to live a life that was never meant for her to live. Stupid. But she never thought it would end like it did.
The overwhelming feeling of danger she felt the moment of the confrontation, the subconscious reaction of trying to survive. All the things going back and forth in her head. The muscle memory of the grip of the knife in her hand was too much. When she realized what she had done, it was too late. All she could do was stare at him with cold eyes, pulling out the knife from his chest painfully slowly, just feeling the weight of his internal organs sliding against the metal. It fitted so perfectly there, like it was made for it. His eyes frozen in that specific expression people get when they know it’s over just stared at her, while he fell hard in the ground, the blood already pooling around him.
Shauna was numb, feeling her ears ringing, her heart pumping, her pupils pitch black. She was back in the woods. Her brain was completely foggy with memories, smells, textures and feelings of guilt and pleasure she knew too well. She looked at the knife with wide eyes, the warm liquid running down her hand and forearm. And without even flinching, she licked it clean before it could reach the sleeve of her blouse. And there it was. The metallic taste of the blood snapping her out of the half-conscious state.
She gasped, taking in the air and closing her eyes and just settling her mind to what just happened. And then she accepted. She was fucked up. A monster, even. But even monsters have their urges, and at that moment, she needed that. Like a drunk needed a bottle. So she kneeled in front of Adam’s body, touching his blood soaked chest and diving her mouth into the open wound. Tasting it, drinking it. She took it as a sacrament, a feeling of fulfillment running through her body when the warmth of it touched her throat, the taste of it lingering in her tongue as a song, a gospel.
It clicked something inside of her, and there was no return from what she had become. From what she had always been.
Never was.
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the yellowjackets when you wear their shirts would include...
Hi, I promised I would come back and I just disappeared, I'm really sorry! As I mentioned before, my computer has been having huge problems, and I've tried to fix it before, but it looks like I'm going to have to format it after all.
In the meantime, I've got a laptop abandoned at home and I'm trying to write on it. Half the delay was because I was trying to adjust to the new method and the other half because I really had no idea for these requests and giving you shitty stuff would not be fair at all.
Ok, so here we go, probably for a wave of headcannons with other fandoms (AHS fans, I promise I'll answer all of your asks, don't worry!
Enjoy!
Requests will be a little closed for a while just until I get my act together! Sorry for the delay and closing!
If you can also let me know in the replies if you want more prompts and headcannons with the yellowjackets, I would appreciate it! And let me know if you want me to include Travis or\and Coach Ben on it too...
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Jackie Taylor
I don't think Jackie would make a fuzz about it. Alright, she would probably be surprised on the first day. But because she's supposedly the most popular girl in school, she's even happy that you're being influenced by her style, after all, that's what popular girls are for, right?
It will also depend a lot on your relationship. If you are friends, for example, Jackie will insist on letting you take some clothes that no longer fit her. And if you're dating, she'll make sure to tease you as much as she can until you express the reaction that pleases her the most.
"You look beautiful, (Y\N), my style really suits you, like I always said."
Shauna Shipman
Shauna wouldn't mind too much about you wearing her clothes either, but unlike Jackie, I think she'd be pretty insecure about commenting on it, kind of afraid that it would make you stop wearing it, and also, of course, due to her internal issues with herself.
But Shauna would find it incredibly adorable, though, and would give you some signs that she liked the offbeat idea, her way. This includes not-so-subtle glances while you're wearing the fabric, or some clothes, which are her favorites as well, laid out on the bed when you come to visit… Little details that let you know that Shauna isn't bothered at all therefore.
I mean, unless it's her flannels, these inseparable fucking flannels… Those no one can take, not even a significant other.
"Uh… You look cute, (Y\N), in my outfit… I like it."
Natalie Scatorccio
I don't think Natalie would mind you wearing her clothes. In fact, I think it would be a good opportunity for her to take advantage of this and tease you as much as she can. She will do anything to make you self-conscious and blush, but not in a bad way. Like, that's just her love language.
And, let's face it, Natalie is needy enough not to let her scent wash off her clothes when you take them off. On nights when she needs to sleep alone, if you're dating, she'll purposefully grab one of her pieces of clothing and smell in the scent to keep you close.
"Hey, sweetie, lookin' pretty, huh? Is this outfit mine by any chance?"
Taissa Turner
I'm a hundred percent sure that Tai would be one of those people who abominate clichés, unless she's doing it herself. So, at first, this idea of sharing clothes with her significant other is something she would find completely silly. The first time, she would just kindly tell you to stop it, in a way that doesn't hurt your feelings (I love a soft-hearted Tai, don't judge me!).
But then, as time goes on, I'm also one hundred percent sure that Tai would buy clothes in her style that exclusively fit you. It's kind of her guilty pleasure, since spoiling you is one of her most practiced love languages. And well, considering the tantrum she threw the first few times, how much you've evolved is impressive.
"Okay honey, which one do you want to wear today?"
Lottie Matthews
Okay, get ready for the biggest love bomb you've ever received in your life. Lottie would be completely adorable about your wearing her clothes, and not only would she not mind at all, she would make a point of convincing you that you are one of the lost paintings by one of the famous artists of past centuries, or something like that.
In fact, it's kind of a headcannon on my part that Lottie doesn't have her own style and that she's always looking for something that makes her belong somewhere (some clothes in her teens she wore because of her mother's influence, just because it would please her, you know? )
So, seeing you wearing the dresses that she finds extremely over the top, or the blouses that have too much detail and too little simplicity, is like one of the greatest achievements of her life, if not the greatest. I don't think Lottie ever liked that flashy style more than when you started stealing it from her.
"Wow, wow, wait a minute! Wow, (Y\N), I think you wearing this made me a hundred times more in love with you! Wear it more, babe. You can wear my clothes as much as you like."
Van Palmer
(Okay, since Liv identifies as they\them, I'm going to change the pronouns for this one, hope you don't mind!)
Van and Natalie would have the same approach when it comes to stealing their clothes. But, I think, as an honest opinion, Van would turn this more into a flirting game than anything else. They are simply obsessed (it reads turned on) when you wear something of theirs.
And of course, this opens the door for some good teasing that will inevitably end in making out. Like, how would you handle it, with Van looking you up and down and smirking with that smile you're completely drawn to every time? It's almost impossible for nothing to happen.
I'm also pretty sure that if you were dating, they wouldn't let you have only your clothes in your closet or in your bags. There would always have to be three or more pieces of them that you could use as much or as little as you wanted.
"Wow! Watch out, everyone! There's an extremely hot living being crossing the room, and look what a coincidence, they're wearing my clothes!"
Misty Quigley
Misty would probably have the best reaction ever. Then she, who was always ridiculed for her attitudes and style, having someone who was able to wear her clothes as if they were completely ordinary. Are you kidding? You'll practically make her day if you do something like that!
Obviously, she would be embarrassed and reluctant to ask you the first time why you were doing it, but Misty Quigley has two sides to the coin, and one of them being the impulsive side, I think that would be the one that would beat her to the courage. And your response of the type "because I love your style" would simply keep her up all night.
By the next morning, her entire circle of potential friends would have known about it…
"OH MY GOD! Are these… are these my clothes? Okay, now you really need to let me do your makeup, (Y\N)!"
Laura Lee
(Same thing as Liv\Van, but I don't really know if Laura Lee would use neutral pronuns... It's all because of Jane Widdop, our baby!)
Laura Lee would be pretty surprised if you showed up wearing their clothes, and honestly, I don't think there would be any malice on their part when you did. More than a possible sign that they could be more than friends to you, this would mean that you could, above all, be friends.
They would find it extremely sweet, actually, the effort and dedication you put into choosing an item of clothing that they loved, but was also comfortable for you. In short, Laura Lee would just adore you even more, if that were even possible!
"Oh! Oh! I can't believe it! You look beautiful wearing this, (Y\N). In God's eyes and mine mostly."
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tell your boyfriend
natalie scatorccio x reader
warnings: cheating (sorry not sorry, travis), reader being a shitty person, angst
ever since I found out this song was actually about a woman, I don't know why, but I immediately thought of nat. I can't explain it LMFAO.
it had been weeks since the plane crashed, and the team was condemned to suffering in the wilderness. it was lucky lottie had found the cabin in the first place, but as you swung the axe high in the air, before bringing it down with a resounding crack, you started to wonder if life would've been better if you died in the crash.
you were starving, delirious and weak. there was no sign of a rescue team—who knows how long you'd have to spend out here. watching natalie and travis walking back, hand in hand, you felt yourself growl quietly to yourself. it wasn't fair that travis, who'd never talked to nat before the crash was dating her, but you—who'd loved her for years—were forced to watch from arms length. the sight wasn't made any better when you noticed the absence of meat.
everyone was teasing the two of them, causing you to storm off into the forest. you couldn't help but find everything unfair. falling for a girl who liked a boy—knowing if you were a boy, she'd love you.
kicking over a pile of leaves, you took out your anger on the forest. you hadn't even noticed natalie, until you almost pegged a rock at her (you'd meant to get the log). "oh my god, I'm sorry nat," you exclaimed, running towards her to see if she was okay.
she snorts, moving closer to you. "feeling hangry?" she teased, taking a seat on the log you were aiming at previously. you sarcastically laugh in response, taking a seat next to her.
"joke all you want, if you spent less time fucking travis and more time looking for animals, I wouldn't be destroying the forest," you snap, feeling your stomach begin growling. nat's eyebrow raised teasingly, eyes pointed at your tummy. it's timing was uncanny.
"we're not fucking," natalie replied, making your heart race in excitement. "I mean, I'd like to. . . but he can't get it up."
knowing this was your chance, you took advantage of this information. "maybe he's gay?" you reply, trying to sound as earnest as you can. you nudge her side, "no straight man could resist you," you wink at her teasingly, receiving a soft shove to your shoulder.
"I've always trusted your gaydar. . . but I don't think this is it," she mumbles in response, leaning forward and placing her chin in her hands.
there was a beat of silence, as you desperately try to come up with a plausible explanation to break them up. "you could always ask coach, I'm sure he'd know all about gays," you joke.
nat turned her head slightly to face you, "you're right. maybe I should—" your heart sank, realising that she was seriously thinking about it.
"have you thought that maybe he's interested in someone else? and you're just a distraction," you blurted out, wishing you could take it back immediately.
nat scoffed, standing up, "yeah, thanks. that makes me feel fucking fantastic," she snapped, stomping away.
"nat! I'm sorry!" you called out, but she ignored you.
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later that night, you found yourself in the storage room, with your stomach growling. you knew that mari was hiding some berries in here and you were so hungry that you no longer cared about stealing.
the sound of creaking behind you made you jump in fright, whipping around to let out some excuse when you realised it was just natalie. "oh, I thought you were mari," you mumble, turning back to continue your quest.
"looking for her secret stash?" she asked, you tried to work out if her tone was curious or teasing. "it's behind the box there."
when she pointed in the direction, you side eyed her, wondering how he knew where it was. glad that she'd shown you, you decided not to ask. you pulled out a large white bucket and hungrily opened the lid, only to be disappointed at the contents. "she's letting them ferment?"
you turn to face natalie, who shrugs, "it's not that bad. it's pretty strong though, just made purely out of berries, makes you get drunk quicker," she explains; you snort at her, shaking your head.
"you'd have a lot of experience with being drunk," you snipe.
"hilarious, you know you're so funny, you should think about joining snl," she replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
you sighed, putting your head in your hands. "I'm so hungry, nat. I can't keep living like this," you whisper, on the verge of tears.
natalie sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "it'll be okay, I promise. travis and I are heading to a new place tomorrow, we'll find deer there, I'm sure," she soothes. you lay your head on her shoulder, playing with her hand on your thigh.
"a new place to hunt? or a new place to fuck?" you snapped.
narrowing her eyes at you, she scoffed and got up, "you know, I liked that you weren't like the others, that you never slutshamed me. . . I guess you're just like the rest of them," she replied, leaving you alone.
you knew it was stupid to take your unrequited feelings out on her, especially because she didn't owe you romantic love. however, it killed you watching her fall in love with travis—and the hunger eating you away wasn't making you a nicer person either.
tentatively scooping some of the berry juice in your hand, sipping it, when you heard mari approaching. in a panic, you'd never put something away so quickly.
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natalie trudged through the forest with travis in defeat; the gun slung over her shoulder serving as a reminder of her duty as hunter—a duty she was failing. their eyes were still peeled for any deer, hopeful for any last minute catches. however, it seemed like all the animals in the forest knew about their plans.
groaning, nat put her head in her hands and sat on the log. "this is fucking stupid," she grumbles, ignoring travis as he took a seat next to her.
"maybe we should stay put here, just for a little while," he suggests, his thigh brushing against hers. nat rested her chin against her knees and offered him a weak smile.
neither of them noticed you, hiding in the bushes, having given up scavenging for berries. they'd been gone for three hours, leaving everyone else in the cabin to search for food—and for what? it seemed no one would be eating anything. . . meat or fruit. the disappointing view of just the two of them made your stomach growl, reminding you of how long you've gone without eating something substantial.
stepping on a twig accidentally, you winced as both their heads snap in your direction. "you're following us now? disappointed to see we aren't having sex?" natalie sniped, getting up and walking towards you.
showing off your basket, you know that she wouldn't believe you even if it's true. "just hunting for berries, figured they were further out than usual," you mumble, taking a step back the closer she got.
it wasn't until you were both face to face, your chest heaving and trying to look tough, that natalie smirked. "I get it, you're hungry, but you don't have to follow us," she teased.
you rolled your eyes, "travis, can you give us a moment?" you asked, your heart racing as you come to terms with what you're about to do.
travis scoffs, looking at nat for confirmation, who only gestured for him to return to the cabin. in shock, he sent her an odd look, before standing up, and walking away silently.
natalie turned to face you again, "what did you want to talk about?"
"i wanted to apologise. you're right, I shouldn't be slutshaming you because I'm hungry. . ." you pause, wondering whether or not you should continue. desperate to tell her about your feelings, you could feel your heartbeat raising impossibly fast. "it's actually so stupid—the real reason I was mad at you."
natalie raised her eyebrows teasingly, placing her hands on her waist and smirking at you. "let me guess, the real reason is that you like me?" you stare at her stunned, "please, you don't think I know? I'm not Jackie," she laughs. you feel a blush coming across your cheeks.
sliding her thumb through your jean loops, nat pulled you closer to her, until your chest was pressed against hers. "how'd you find out?" you whisper, looking up at her in awe.
"because I may or may not feel the same about you," she mumbles, her lips inches from yours.
"what about travis?" you ask; nat shrugs in response, finally pressing her lips against yours. initially, you freeze, not kissing her back, until she gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place, encouraging you to kiss her back passionately.
wrapping your hands around her neck, natalie pulls away for a second, "I should probably tell my boyfriend," she whispers. you raise your eyebrows in shock.
"tell him what? that I'm your girlfriend now?" you teased, eliciting laughter from the blonde. she nodded, before placing her fingers under your chin and pulling you in for another kiss.
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You grow close to young Nat after she breaks it off with Travis...
SUBMISSION: Could you write a 1996 Natalie x reader where the reader and Nat become friends after Travis broke up with her and the reader slowly develops feelings for Nat until it become too much to handle?
Your role in your team had always been that of therapist. Everyone loved you tenderly and needed you emotionally, but it was very separate. Each relationship was independent of another. The only hitch was that Natalie never grew close to you quite the same way the other girls had. You figured this was because Natalie never talked about her true feelings to anyone.
It was this that made you so curious about her. You knew Nat was different from the rest, both in personality and in upbringing. Her problems were much bigger than most of your other friends. You frequently studied her from afar, wondering when she might open up to you. You never expected it would be over a boy in the middle of the Canadian wilderness during what was supposed to be the best summer of your lives.
"Hey." She said to you.
You were sitting under a tree near to the cabin picking at your nails. They had grown too long at this point and you couldn't stand that feeling.
That was the beginning of an actual friendship. A simple, 'hey.' She was lonely after Travis broke up with her, and she knew you were the most normal person she could talk to and confide in that wasn't your coach.
She took you on hunts, and slept near you in the cabin. She giggled with you about dumb teenager shit you thought you had forgotten about.
Over time, you grew to love her very much in a way you didn't recognize. You had never had a significant other, in large part because you were gay and it was 1996. You buried those feelings, so when they came bubbling up to the surface and you couldn't shove them away, you panicked.
It was silly, you knew, because we were in the middle of nowhere. There was no cultural pushback to your sexuality here. No one could point fingers and laugh, no one could call you slurs and physically assault you, things that had happened in the past. It didn't make sense to shove Nat away, but you did out of what felt like self preservation.
After two weeks of you icing her out, Nat had enough.
She found you outside whittling a tree branch into a figurine. You were making a cat. She swiftly grabbed the wood and knife from you and threw them to the side.
"What the fuck, Nat?" You scoffed, exasperated.
"No. What the fuck is wrong with you?" She took you by the wrist and stood you up, keeping you eye level. "You've been ignoring me for weeks. And don't say you've been busy, that shit doesn't work out here."
You blinked. I love you. I love you, Nat, I love you, I love you, I love you-
"I don't know why I've been icing you out..." You muttered.
"Bullshit. You're methodical and you think about everything." She backed you up into a tree. You were caged in between her and the bark scraping your back through your thin t-shirt. "You're constantly fucking analyzing everything around you. There is no possible way you don't know."
You gulped. "I can't tell you."
"Yes you can. And I demand that you do. You don't get to treat people like shit and then expect that answer to suffice." She grabbed your shoulders. "Fucking tell me, Y/N."
"I love you." You whispered.
Her face became more tender when you finished that short sentence. Her head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. "What?"
"I love you, Nat." You rolled your eyes to prevent the tears welling in them from falling. "I love you and I can't. I can't love you because you are straight, and that would break my fucking heart and It's not like I can run from you out here."
"Who said I was straight?" She asked, seemingly offended. "Out of all of the girls out here, you think I'm straight?"
"I mean, Van and Tai are clearly fucking each others brains out." You joked.
She laughed. "Yeah that's pretty clear, but like...you know what I mean."
"So then what are you?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. But I know I like you."
You heart began beating rapidly against your ribs. "You do?"
She nodded, a smile growing over her face. "I like you a lot, Y/N."
Without much thought at all, you kissed her softly, like children do. You had never done that before. It was awkward and tender. She smiled, kissing you sweetly.
"I've never kissed anyone before." You said, embarrassed.
"That's okay. I'll teach you." She said sweetly. "And for what it's worth, I've liked you for a really long time."
After another long winded kiss, you broke apart and looked into her eyes. "Have you? I didn't think you noticed me."
"I don't like talking about myself, much." She stated. "But I like hearing about you. I think you're really pretty, and have a cute laugh. You're also really, really good at the game. That's hot."
You blushed hearing about this. You had thought for so long that Nat was unreachable when really, she was waiting for you to reach for her.
"What about, Travis?" You asked.
"What about him?" She giggled again. "At least this way we can really prevent a pregnancy."
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Van palmer x reader- tensions rising
Warnings: nothin just a little smooch 16+ babes
Description: enemies to lovers vibes
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hates a strong word and not something I use for just anybody but I do hate one person and that's Van palmer. Her stupid ginger hair and freckles haunt me in my dreams,not at all attractive! Making cringy movie references every time anyone says literally anything, it's sooo annoying! Not at all interesting or cute! But I deal with it for the good of the team, the only thing more annoying then vans movie references is the constant bickering when your trying to play a game of football. Of course I never start it, Van hates me as much as I hate her, if not more so. Me and Natalie are in the locker rooms getting ready to play when Van and tai start snickering as us before barging into me as they walk past, "bitch" I mumble as she moves away from us. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway, it kinda came out of no where" Natalie speaks. She's kinda right me and Van used to be friends, not even that long ago before she started acting all mean and better then me, i actually started to like her before all this, I assumed it was because she got friends with tai and I became friends with Nat so she just didn't need me anymore but really I'm not sure. "I don't even know she just hates my guts" I reply sounding slightly sadder then I meant to, i dont really want to let Nat into the labyrinth that is mine and vans relationship. "Yeah I'm sure" the blond speaks back sarcastically, looking at me curiously. " guys come on your late!" Jackie shouts through the locker room, saving me from Nats interrogation.
Everyone gathered round coach listening to him tell us about how practice was gonna run, doing a skirmish (meaning a practice game) so we get put into two groups, unfortunately me and nat got split up and she was on vans team, meanwhile tai was on mine. We all got into position and coach martinez blew the whistle. We'd played for a while when I got the ball I'm on attack so I ran with it getting into the box and getting ready to strike, I pretended to kick the ball one way, leading to van leaping towards that side, before moving and hitting it in the other side of the net, successfully scoring! Everyone on my team ran towards me and cheered whilst tai rolled her eyes and Nat smiled at me. It was all going great until a certain redhead started screaming about how I'm a "fucking cheat" and cant play soccer. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me but come on she's been bitching all day, I walked over to her before saying "god sore looser much?" To the very angry goalie. She started toward me "oh yeah well at least I'm not the one who cries whenever she gets out on a team without her fuck buddy" she screams, making me confused as Nat and Lottie came between us, coach blowing the whistle loudly to get our attention. "Y/l/N, PALMER GO GET CHANGED YOU'RE DONE FOR THE DAY UNTIL YOU CAN WORK AS A TEAM" he booms.
I sigh before heading towards the locker rooms, Van trailing behind me. When we get through the doors I can't help but ask "what did you mean back there about the fuck buddy thing?" I question directed at the red head sat on the bench. "Oh what you think no one can see what's going on between you and Nat" she spits. "Huh?" I say starting to giggle, does she think there's something going on between me and Nat? "We're just friends, honestly" I say. " and for the record I don't cry when we get put on different teams, I just don't like being put on a team with people who hate me with no backup". She looks up at me, now it's her turn to question " your seriously just friends? And what do you mean people who don't like you, has someone said something?" she starts becoming almost protective. "Yeah you Van, and taissa. You've both been pretty mean to me you know". "Yeah well you haven't exactly been the easiest to deal with either", now I can't really argue with that. " okay fair, what even happened to us, we used to be like best friends" I say, feeling a little sad that the girl whom I not only loved as a friend but I really started to like more then that. " I didn't think you like me anymore and to be fair you did kinda replace me with Nat" "not really you kinda replaced me with tai, and anyway didn't you think Nat and i where dating or even just fucking, can I not be friends with you and someone else, or better yet fuck someone else; that's not even interfering with us or our dynamic" i state laughing a little, did she really think I was replacing her?. She stares at the ground before opening her mouth "y/n" she whispers, "Van" I whisper back smiling at her before realising she's being serious. She stands and come closer to me. "I couldn't be friends and think you where messing around with someone else, I got jealous I'm sorry. I started being mean to you because of it and that wasn't fair." She stops and I start to take everything she just said in "I get it if your mad I should've just told you I liked you or kept my feelings to myself and dealt with them this wasn't on you" she finishes. "Van I-I like you too, I was mean to you in retaliation, I didn't want to like you when you where being all sucky" a smile creeps up on her face, "I was kinda sucky huh", "oh absolutely" I state giggling at her. She comes closer to me and holds my waist, I look up at her, resting my hands on her shoulders. " how about we try this again?" She says smirking, "I'd love that I say"closing the gap between us, her soft lips meeting mine. We walk backwards a bit until my back meets the cold metal of the lockers, making me sigh a bit, our lips never leaving each other. Vans hands start to explore my body, untucking my shirt before making their way up my rib cage and meeting my bra. I tangle my hands in her hair, making her groan. "AND here I was thinking you two hated each other" jackie shouts down the locker room, alerting us of her presence and making us pull apart (reluctantly). I wipe my mouth quickly, Van doing the same, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Coach sent me here to make sure you two hadn't torn each other apart, looks like I got here just in time thought right?" "Okayyy enough" van replies going red herself. "Anyway now you've put aside your differences and seem to finally be 'working as a team'" she states using air quotes, " you can come to the last half an hour" Jackie finishes. "Cooool" I say, secretly wishing me and Van could finish what we started. And begin to follow her to the pitch, Van right behind me, both still red, exchanging a final glance.
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There IS a Book Club - Oneshot
Pairing - Van Palmer x Reader
Warnings - Angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending
Word Count - 1.8k
Summary - You're subscribed to a horror novel book club service, and Van finds your newest book upsetting.
Author's Note - You can imagine that this is part of the same timeline as I Just Want You To Be Happy, but this is an independent story.
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The day started like any other day. You and Van had breakfast together and opened the store, Maddy came in looking for another queer movie and getting another one of Van’s lectures, and you explained what a VHS tape was to no less than three teenagers who really should have at least known about them. And then Van got the mail.
“Bills, bills, an invite to another one of Mrs. Hammond’s dinner parties we won’t be attending-”
“Hey-”
“And a new book,” Van said, waving the package for you to see.
“Oh, great! I’ve been waiting for that,” you smiled.
“You want me to open it for you?”
“Yeah, just put it on my nightstand. Thanks, babe.”
Van nodded and carried the mail up to the apartment.
You carried on with restocking the tapes and helped a customer find the movie they were looking for. It took Van a bit longer than it should have to drop off the mail, but you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary until she came back down.
“So I was thinking I could pick us up some sandwiches from the deli for lunch, does that sound good to you?” you asked, but Van didn’t answer. She was staring ahead, her eyes glossy and distant. “Van? Are you okay, babe?”
“What? Yeah, no, I’m… I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” you put a hand on her shoulder, your eyes full of concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did something happen?”
“Nope.” She gave you an unconvincing smile. “I’m good, babe. Really. And sandwiches sound great.”
“Okay,” you sighed, kissing her cheek. You knew you wouldn’t get anything else out of her. But you kept an eye on her as you continued stocking the tapes. You could always tell when something was off with Van, and something was definitely off.
Van smiled to herself as she walked up the stairs. You had complained about the last book being too short on multiple occasions, so she was glad you now had a new one to read. And while she wasn’t into horror novels, she loved hearing you recount the terrifying twists and turns of the latest chapter you had read before going to sleep. It was adorable how excited you got about stuff like this; it was honestly what made her realize she was in love with you. You had been gushing about the new book like you did every month, and something in her heart just clicked. Now she loved your Horror Hungry Book Club subscription almost as much as you did.
She wondered what kind of novel you would get this time as she decided which envelopes to trash. You had been hoping for a good mystery, and she knew you loved stories with cryptids and haunted houses. Then she went into the bedroom and tore the package open with her teeth, sliding the book out onto the sheets. But before she could move it to your nightstand she caught a glimpse of the cover.
The artwork depicted the remnants of a plane crashed in the middle of a dark forest, with a wolf standing in front of it. Its eyes were drawn to look as if they were glaring menacingly at her, and Van had to resist the urge to throw the book across the room. She turned it over slowly to read the description and was confronted with a very detailed illustration of a deer skull with bloody antlers on the back cover. Van gulped audibly as she read the blurb.
Kayla’s life was finally looking up until her plane crashed in the middle of a large forest in Montana. She and the other passengers must work together to survive in the wilderness, but they soon discover that they might not be alone. As time goes on, food, hope, and sanity grow scarce. She and the other passengers are haunted by demons from their past and present, and what was supposed to be a relaxing trip to L.A. becomes the ultimate test to see how far she’s willing to go to survive- and how much she really wants to.
Van quickly set the book down and stepped back. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she suddenly found it very hard to breathe. She dashed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, busying herself with getting a glass of water. There was no way she was letting a book do this to her. It wasn’t her life. She might not have talked to any of the others in over a decade, but she knew none of them would talk. They had an agreement. This was just fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. There was no need to get worked up.
Van took a deep breath and headed back downstairs, doing her best to act like everything was fine. You clocked her uneasiness immediately, and she silently cursed you for being so observant. But you didn’t push, and her thoughts of the book faded as the day went on. She almost got away with it.
Almost.
Finally, you and Van were alone in your room. You had finished the workday, gone out to dinner, and watched a movie together, the whole time aching to ask Van what had happened. You hated seeing her in distress, and although she was good at hiding it, you could tell that whatever it was was still weighing on her mind. But you knew Van well enough to know that there was a waiting period before she was ready to talk about her feelings. So you decided to start your new book while you waited. The title was Call of Oblivion, and you knew it was the problem the moment you picked it up.
“Van?” you said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Is this what made you so upset earlier?”
She turned to you slowly, her eyes wide and her face slightly pale. She looked so scared and ashamed, and the sight broke your heart. “What? No.”
“Are you sure? Because I noticed that there are some… similarities.”
Van looked away. “Okay, yeah. Maybe it did feel a little… familiar.”
“I’m so sorry, baby.” You dropped the book and went to stand at her side, but she still refused to look at you. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m fine,” she chuckled unconvincingly.
“I wish you would’ve told me,” you sighed. “I just want to help you with things like this. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” Van murmured, burying her head in your shoulder. You hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, rubbing her back. “I won’t read it if you don’t want me to.”
“What? No, I’m not going to stop you from reading your book.”
“I don’t care about the book. I care about you. If it upsets you, I won’t read it.”
“I can handle some scary pictures on the cover,” she said sarcastically.
“That’s not what I meant. I know you don’t want me to know about what happened. And this might be fiction, but it could be similar to what you went through. If the thought of me reading something like this scares you, or if you think it’ll be too similar, then I won’t read it. I promised you I would never pry about that stuff, and I meant it. Even in a way as indirect as this.”
“But that’s exactly why I want you to read it.”
“What?”
“I hate keeping secrets from you,” Van said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t stand that there is this huge part of my life that I can’t share with you. I mean, I would never want you to know- god, I don’t know what I would do if you found out- but it kills me that I can’t share everything with you. But I know I can’t. And if this book has any insight into what I went through out there, however unrelated… then I want you to read it. It might be the only way for you to get some idea of what happened. Then maybe I won’t have to hide so much anymore.”
“Oh, Van,” you breathed, pulling her into another hug. “I had no idea you felt that way. Of course, I’ll read it. But you know I don’t care about that stuff, right? You can tell me as much or as little as you want.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know. I know.” She pressed herself against you, and you could feel her wiping her eyes on your shirt.
“Thank you for telling me this,” you said softly as you pulled away a few moments later. Van smiled.
“Yeah, can you just not read it in bed? That fucking deer is- it’s really gross.”
“The what?”
“On the back.”
You picked up the book and turned it over, careful to block it from Van’s view. “Whoa, you’re right. That thing is gnarly,” you grimaced. Van chuckled.
“Told you.”
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be keeping that away from the bedroom,” you said, shutting it in your bedside drawer and walking back over to Van.
“Good,” she smiled, grabbing your shirt gently and tugging you in for a kiss. You pulled each other onto the bed, and soon you had all but forgotten about the book.
Over the next couple of weeks, you conveniently only read the book when Van was out of the room. She wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to do that, but truth be told she appreciated it. And you never talked about it, instead choosing to gush about the newest vintage toy you’d found and whether you wanted to display it in the store or keep it in the apartment. Thoughts of the book stayed in the back of Van’s mind, but she couldn’t fully forget about it.
Then one day as she was bringing in the groceries, she saw you stagger out of the bedroom with sorrow in your eyes. But before she could say anything you wrapped your arms around her tightly and buried your face in her neck.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, hugging you, her voice full of concern.
“Nothing,” you sighed, shaking your head slightly.
“You finished the book, didn’t you?”
“Doesn’t matter,” you insisted, pulling away just enough to look her in the eye. “All that matters is that I love you. No matter what. Nothing could ever change that.”
Van felt tears begin to well up in her eyes and you held her to your chest, placing feather-light kisses along her scars. She closed her eyes with a sigh and leaned into your embrace. And for the first time in her life, Van felt truly safe. “I love you too.”
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all eyes on you !
jealous!perv!nat spies on u through the gym’s surveillance cameras and gets jealous of lottie ҂ smut with plot; stalking, masturbation, jealousy, clothed fingering, cum-filled strap-on use, angry fucking, dirty talking, creampie. . .﹙2.9k wc﹚
last month, natalie found herself in another serious predicament—her chronic tardiness had struck once again, with a tally of nine late arrivals in just a single month. the patience of her program's coordinator was wearing thin; nat's disregard for detentions had begun to frustrate her professors. her coordinator was on the verge of giving her an ultimatum: complete a minimum of 60 hours of community service before the semester came to a close.
however, the situation took an unexpected turn when the person responsible for monitoring the gym's security cameras during the third block suddenly quit without any explanation. coincidentally, natalie had a free block during that exact time slot. the coordinator saw this as a chance to teach her a lesson, as this particular block was when nat often hurriedly left campus before her lunchtime and returned late for her next class. it presented itself as the perfect chance for intervention. so, they offered her a deal: instead of getting in trouble, she could take over the job of the person who left, at least until they found a replacement.
at first, nat didn't like the idea. she thought it was dumb and a waste of time. plus, the fact that she wouldn't be getting paid for it bothered her. but she realized that if she got suspended, she was fucked, as it could ruin her scholarship. the only reason she got accepted into university was because she had a scholarship for playing soccer. so, she decided to agree to the deal and take on the job, even though she didn't want to.
however, her resentment and lack of interest in the job vanished the moment she took charge of the camera system during her first shift. a realization struck her: you were there. you happened to have gym class during that same block. the instant she caught sight of you through the camera feed, clad in that tank top and those notably short shorts, she promptly stowed away the sleeping bag and sleeping mask she had managed to sneak into her backpack. her focus shifted entirely to observing you.
the two of you were close. maybe not best-friend level, but definitely close enough to exchange texts almost every day and hang out pretty much every weekend. you’d probably be best friends if it wasn’t because of lottie, you’d be hers if it wasn’t because of fucking lottie. she seemed to always be around you, attending the same classes and sticking by your side during soccer practice. it felt as though natalie was receiving the leftover moments lottie didn't claim when she wasn't with you. yet, what irked her the most was lottie’s obvious crush on you. the lingering gazes, the tender way she said your name, the subtle touches—they all fueled nat's frustration. the only thing keeping nat from beating the shit out of lottie was you; she dreaded the idea of you hating her.
today was like any other day. after finishing her second block class, nat proceeded to the security office located on the gym's second floor. positioned at the far end of the hallway, she quietly shut the door upon entering before settling into her chair. with a few clicks, she activated the surveillance cameras, and there you were—as beautiful as ever. by the moment you started stretching, nat was already unbuttoning her pants, slipping her hand inside almost instinctively. she was wearing a strap today, but didn’t feel like taking it off. instead, she maneuvered her hand beneath it and started touching herself. she observed the way you massaged your sore thighs from the previous day, the way you would bend down and display your ass to her, only her. her fingers started circling her clit faster and faster, and she started moaning out your name.
right when nat was about to reach climax, lottie unexpectedly entered the frame of the screen, giving you a warm hug. in no time, your hands yielded to lottie's as she took over the task of massaging your back. as her fingers skillfully worked to alleviate the tension in your shoulders, you tilted your head back, closing your eyes at the feeling. meanwhile, nat observed the scene with a puzzled expression on her face.
“fucking bitch,” she quietly muttered, withdrawing her hand from her pants and zipping them up, frustration and disbelief evident in her expression.
this event turned her off completely, so she directed her attention toward her phone, as she wasn’t even able to look at you right now or she would combust in anger. she got so immersed on her phone that she didn’t notice the coach pulling you aside and telling you something. it wasn’t until she looked back at the surveillance that she realized that you were gone. she checked every angle of the gym, every hallway, you were nowhere to be found—and neither was lottie. right when she was about to slam her phone against the floor, she heard a knock on the door, and then someone twisting the doorknob open.
“hey, nat!” you said enthusiastically. “how are you?” you asked her.
“i’m good,” she replied colder than usual. she was kind of aloof by nature, but she was always nice to you, so you found it a bit weird.
“uh, okay. i’m glad,” you responded, “coach lost his stopwatch, he said you have more in here?” you asked her.
"first cabinet," she remarked nonchalantly, her gaze returning to her phone.
opting not to address her peculiar behaviour, you simply went on to search for the stopwatch. you opened the initial cabinet of the desk where nat had propped up her feet and sifted through its contents until finally locating what you needed. "found it!" you exclaimed as you retrieved the stopwatch and shut the cabinet.
"i'll see you later. enjoy your security endeavors," you added, a playful smile on your face.
"sure thing," she replied, her tone casual. "and you... have fun with lottie," she added, her words laced with a subtle sarcasm that was hard to miss.
curiously, you asked, "what do you mean by that?" her tone leaving you slightly puzzled.
“nothing, i mean, you two looked pretty close in there,” she began, her gaze finally meeting yours. “rubbing your back like that and all.”
a bit taken aback, you explained, "well, you know that lottie and i are really close friends, so i'm not sure where you're going with this. and why were you keeping tabs on us anyway?"
nat rolled her eyes and scoffed, "please, spare me the innocent act. you know exactly what i'm talking about. and besides, lottie's not exactly the most trustworthy person, is she?"
you felt a surge of irritation rise within you. "what are you talking about? lottie's been nothing but a good friend to me."
"look, i'm just saying," nat defended herself, "lottie has a reputation for being flirty with everyone. you don't want to be just another name on her list."
disbelief coursed through you. "that's ridiculous," you shot back. "lottie’s just a friend, and i trust her. you're just jealous."
"jealous?" nat scoffed. "why would i be jealous? i have no interest in you like that."
"then what's the problem?" you demanded, a hint of frustration in your voice.
"problem? there's no problem," nat retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "i just care about you, okay? maybe a bit too much, considering it's none of my business who you're cozying up to."
you felt a mix of frustration and confusion. "nat, you're acting really strange right now. what’s wrong?"
"oh, so now you're the expert on how i'm supposed to act?" she spat out, her voice tinged with a sharp edge. she suddenly stood up, her chair scraping back, and before you knew it, she had you cornered between her body and the desk. her eyes, which were usually warm and inviting, now held a fiery intensity.
“well, watch this,” she said, closing the distance and pulling you into a violent kiss. the suddenness of her actions left you stunned for a moment, but as her lips pressed against yours, you couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss with the same urgency. her lips were fierce, full of both frustration and a deep, hidden longing that you hadn’t acknowledged before.
your mind raced to catch up with the sudden shift. her lips were demanding, pressing against yours with an almost bruising fervor. her hands found their way to your waist as she pulled you closer, and her tongue caressed yours, sending tingles of pleasure up your spine.
finally nat pulled away, both of your breaths coming in ragged gasps. she searched your face for a reaction, as if unsure of what she had done or what to expect from you—but you could see the desire and confidence in her eyes.
“i bet you didn’t see that coming,” she remarked with a smug tone, her expression maintaining a serious demeanour as her gaze lingered on your lips once more.
“or this,” she whispered, her face descending as she placed a kiss along your jawline. her hands glided from your sides to the edge of your shorts in a tantalizing manner. “or this,” she continued in a hushed voice, her lips planting fervent kisses on your neck. all the while, her fingers delicately explored the border of your shorts, gently caressing and tugging; your response came in the form of a soft, involuntary groan escaping your lips.
but then, as abruptly as it began, she paused, lifting her lips from your neck. raising her head, she fixed her gaze intensely into your eyes.
"or..." her voice trailed off as her hand ventured beneath the fabric of your shorts, fingers sliding in ever so slowly.
she held your gaze for a lingering moment. with your consent apparent in your eyes, she wasted no time, delicately resting two of her fingers atop your clothed clit. in deliberate, almost torturous movements, her fingers traced delicate circles, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. her face drew nearer, nuzzling against your cheek, warm breaths mingling with the sensitive skin of your neck.
involuntarily, your hips responded, aching for more friction. yet, the closer you drew to her, the gentler the pressure of her touch became, evading your attempts to intensify the sensation, leaving you yearning for more.
"harder," you groaned, your voice finding her ear.
"no," she murmured, her fingers tracing an exquisitely gentle path along your already damp cloth-covered folds.
“please,” you begged, your hips twitching as your arms reflexively grabbed around her torso, attempting to get her closer to you.
“y'want me to fuck you?” she questioned, a sharper edge to her tone compared to before.
“y–” you started, only to be interrupted.
“you want me to fuck you, just so that you can close your eyes and pretend it’s lottie, don’t you?” she asked, the pressure on your clothed center increasing, her eyes aflame with a fervent blend of anger and desire, a side of her you had never seen before.
"no, that's not—" you began, confusion etched across your face.
“yes, you do,” she said matter-of-factly, her voice husky. “but i’ll prove to you i’m better,” she declared, determination evident in her gaze.
in a swift motion, she withdrew her hand from your shorts, abruptly turning you around. her nimble fingers hastened to unfasten her jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. with equal speed, your shorts and underwear followed suit.
she slowly placed her hands around your torso and drew you closer, her strap resting right against your slit. she slipped a hand beneath your shirt, one encircling your waist as the other ascended to your throat, exerting a slight pressure as she drew your body tightly against hers.
she began to give hot, wet kisses to the exposed back of your neck before slowly moving on to your ear and nibbling on it. you could only groan in response, your fingers clutching at her forearms on top of your shirt.
amid her nibbling, she shifted her gaze to the surveillance cameras, and noticed lottie giggling in the background. her hand that had been tightening around your throat now withdrew, granting her more freedom of movement. she directed your face toward hers, claiming your lips in a demanding, almost bruising kiss. her teeth sank into your lower lip with fervor as her hips ground against your slick, moist center. it wasn’t until she tasted the blood flowing out of your bottom lip that she pulled away.
“i want you to look at her while i fuck you,” she commanded, turning your face toward the monitors by gripping your jaw.
“what? no way,” you retorted, swift in your refusal.
“i’m not asking you,” she snapped, her hands propelling your body against the desk, the monitors now in clear view. "is that clear?" she asked, her fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head to face the monitor displaying lottie. you remained silent.
her free hand descended to her own strap-on, teasingly pressing it against your throbbing entrance. lowering her body onto yours, her heated breath whispered against your ear. "i asked, are we clear?" she repeated, her voice measured and stern.
“y-yes,” you gasped, the slight contact of her length against your slickness causing your senses to spin.
“good,” she murmured, nipping your jaw gently before rising, her hand sliding to your waist and gripping it firmly, while her other hand continued to hold your head in place. without further due, she slammed her entire length inside you, bottoming out and deliciously stretching your tight walls, which were too tight for the the size of her girth.
“shit, y/n, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” she groaned as her rhythm started to build. sliding in and out of you, her thrusts made your walls clench around her with each movement. you moaned as you felt the tip of her cock repeatedly stimulating your g-spot, prompting you to arch your hips backward in an attempt to take her even deeper.
“g-go rougher,” you pleaded, your attempts to go deeper falling short of your expectations.
“rougher?” she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. “i’ll give you rough, then.” she released her hold on your hair, her hand finding its place on your lower back. with the other hand, she lifted one of your legs onto the desk, anchoring it there as she began thrusting with renewed vigor, burying her cock deeper and faster into you, the change in angle allowing her to.
“oh— ffuck, s’ fucking good” you moaned, your words pouring out in a rush as the sensation of her girthy cock gliding against your inner walls consumed your senses.
“lottie could never fuck you this good,” she declared as she increased her pace, the sound of wet slaps reverberating against the walls of the room. “could she?” she asked, the grip on your leg tightening enough to leave a mark.
“n-no, no, she could never,” you babbled out, slurring your words as you tried to answer coherently, barely processing her words. your moans grew louder as you felt her hand travel from your thigh to your clit, skillfully stimulating it while maintaining her deep thrusts.
“fuck, nat, m’ gonna cum,” you cried out in pleasure, pushing your body closer to her as the climax built within you. twisting your swollen clit between her fingers, she maintained her fervent rhythm, pressing you further towards the edge. her hand traced your waist, reaching your jaw, ensuring your teary gaze remained locked onto lottie.
she began to suck fervently on your neck, her thrusts growing more urgent. “i want you to cum while you look at her,” she commanded, prompting a whine of response from you.
“tell me i’m better than her,” she commanded, her hot breath teasing your neck as she marked it. “say it,” she insisted, pressing her fingers harder against your jaw while intensifying the pressure on your clit.
“you’re… you’re better,” you stammered, nearly incapable of coherent speech, a tear of pleasure tracing your cheek.
“better than who?” she teased, intensifying her suction on your neck.
“than lottie— better than lottie,” you finally admitted. that was all she needed to hear before sliding her tongue into your mouth and kissing you roughly, her tongue exploring your mouth deeply. her thrusts grew more aggressive, and as she reached her peak, warm streams of cum filled your tight walls, making you cry out in pleasure. your walls clamped down so tightly around her girth, that it was nearly impossible for her to continue thursting.
she remained there, her cock resting inside you as you both regained your breath. several minutes passed before she rose, removing her cock gently from within you and smoothly pulling up her pants, fastening them securely. at the same time, you managed to straighten up from the desk, struggling to steady your shaky legs as you pulled up your shorts.
"enjoy your time in p.e.," she playfully taunted, her gaze fixed on your wobbly legs and flushed cheeks as she settled back into her seat, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.
"will do! i'm sure i'll enjoy my time with lottie," you teased, well aware that your words would stir jealousy. with a mischievous grin, you snatched up the abandoned stopwatch and dashed out of the room.
"you'll regret saying that!" she shouted after you as you made your escape.
"i doubt it, joe goldberg!" your distant voice retorted, your footsteps fading into the distance.
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Hunted
͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: Doomcoming had everyone in a craze, it had you almost killed, until Natalie found you.
Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader
Warnings: whatever the hell happened in the doomcoming episode
Original request
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A light had sprung within everyone, it was as if everything had come back to life. They danced, laughed and talked as if the crash had never even happened. You also danced, with anybody you could find, flinging your arms around in the air and enjoying the moment without a care in the world, smelling the breeze of a new spring and hearing the trees move their leaves.
Natalie had leaned against a table, drinking from her cup with the alcohol all of you had made. She watched you, admiring you, how the flare of your short skirted dress waved around as you danced; how your body moved so beautifully, and how you would talk to everyone but her. Her limerence for you was aching, you were just too oblivious to notice.
Her eyes shadowed you and only you, eventually you had saw her and made your way towards her - almost skipping with joy.
"Hey Nat!" You settled down next to her, grabbing a cup to match her.
"You're having fun aren't you?" She smiled with wide eyes, pupils as big as comets.
"Well I'm tired now. I'm glad we did this, it's nice isn't it?" You said, titling your head.
She just nodded, taking another sip from her drink.
"You look really pretty, (y/n)" She said as you walked away, you gave her a glance with a smirk on your face - making your way back to the rest of the girls.
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The sun had began to set, though everyone seemed to get even more excited. You rubbed your eyes as you stretched your neck, almost exhausted from all the stupid things you managed to do during the day.
You walked into the cabin, hazy vision scanning the room for everyone. You managed to land your eyes upon Lottie, who eyed you intensely, though you hadn't found Natalie yet. Wondering where she was, you came up to Lottie. "Do you know where Nat is? I looked around the cabin but I can't find her." Your eyes wandered around as you grew worried.
"Don't worry about her, (y/n)." Her voice almost seemed distracted as she stared into you.
"But what if something happened? I wouldn't want her to-"
"Let her be."
A slow shiver overtook your spine while your lips quivered, opening to speak, ignoring Lottie moving her body closer to yours.
"She doesn't matter anymore."
You'd finally looked back at her, a strange fear overcoming your face. Her look towards you was overwhelming, you became agitated; dizzy, a cold sinking feeling breathing into you.
Your discernment had sensed everyone surrounding you, no longer making time to think of Natalie and where she could of been, or what she could've been doing. Though your eyes gazed under Lottie, holding your breath as she screamed hunger.
Suddenly, you were pushed down onto a chair, fast hands sucked onto your bones, tearing off the dress you wore. They were esurient against you, breathing into you as they slid their starved hands all across your beating chest. You sunk into their craze, losing all control and looking side to side, covered in nonsensical adrenaline.
You had noticed the face of Shauna, her dark brown eyes being darker than usual as she wrapped her mouth against your neck like an animal. Her savory cast snapped you out of your state, a switch in your mind had completely changed the direction of your thought, now you had to survive.
When you saw the chance, you ran. You ran faster than you ever did before, a blank mind coming over you as an impending feeling bled into you - you were their prey. Their animalistic noises chased you, stalking your rushing steps as you fled through the nightmare and into the dark woods.
A falter of your legs had you backed into a corner, they had caught you. The hunt was over and the only choice you had was to surrender into their compulsion, but despite that - you fought against them, though eventually a weak feeling taking over you as they stood before you.
Lottie fixed a crown onto her head, a terror blinded you in a way you had never come to experience, she was stronger than you. They were stronger than you.
Lottie's words were blunt, heavy with her desire.
"Stop fighting."
You had been tied up to a wooden post, against your weak will, they had all the power now.
"You know what to do." She turned to Shauna.
Shauna crawled towards you with a knife against your neck, you were shaking shamelessly with your head slowly moving away from her threat. She hesitated, and you watched her change back into something that resembled the slightest of human emotion, though that was quickly broken by Lottie's interference.
"It's okay, it wants us to," A smirk almost patterning her ghastly face, you were a stroke away from being killed and the fact that none of them cared wasn't endearing to you at all. Your eyes were heavy, grazed with hurt and confusion, it was all too surreal.
Shauna fixed her hand onto the grip of the blade, as she backed it to gain momentum for her slash,
Your impotence was gnashing.
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"What the fuck are you doing?!" A familiar tone shouted, voicing into Shauna and interrupting her. In the flash of a second you were saved, saved from being met with death from your own teammates, relief settled into you, finally taking a breath of air.
Natalie rushed over to you, taking you down from the post you had been tied to, "Are you okay??" Her words were spoken in between gasps for air, you stayed silent as you regained composure and control.
"You can't just have her, Lottie, you're sick," Natalie spit her words out in disgust watching Lottie laugh through your turmoil. "She belongs to me, not you." You hadn't heard Natalie say it, you hadn't heard any of it really, your mind was preoccupied with sweaty arms and legs; muffled voices was all you managed to hear through your unfocused state, all of it had been lasting for too long and you were drained.
"You can't have her all to yourself, Natalie,"
"It's in all of us you know, even her, even you." Lottie moved close to Natalie.
They all looked at the two of you, stares still hungry for your blood - and they wouldn't stop, the hunt was not over.
Natalie caught on, your dissonance had resulted in a lack of awareness, hence you were startled as she suddenly grabbed onto your hand and ran back into the dimly lit woods. They kept on chasing you, as if you were running from wild wolves; you could almost sense the foaming of their rabid mouths, as if seeing it up close wasn't enough.
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Natalie dropped down behind a tree when she could no longer see the luminescence of the fire, dragging you down with her. Both of you were panting like dogs, you leant your head back onto the oak and closed your eyes in solace.
"(y/n)," She spoke, her breath calming itself. "What the fuck happened out there?"
You opened your eyes back up and looked towards Natalie, eyebrows whining at her.
"I don't know, they just," You found it hard to put into words, you didn't even get time to think while it all happened.
"They just came onto me, like they were possessed or something." The night got darker, wind soothed your red face and all that could be heard was the girls running the wrong direction, further away from you and Natalie. Your attention diverted back to her, away from the sound, as she kept looking at you, even more confused than yourself.
"What do you mean came onto you? Is that why your dress is ripped?" Her brows furrowed, you'd think she was almost mad the way she spoke.
"I was looking for you and then they were all over me, so I ran. God it was fucking terrifying, Nat." Your thoughts were faster than your mouth, and you still couldn't think of how to describe it to her.
"You were looking for me?"
Natalie's expression had melted quietly, you couldn't see the anger and confusion in her anymore, like something had shifted.
"Of course, I was worried about you, you had just disappeared." You shivered slightly as a gust of wind caressed the tear in your dress.
"Here, have this." Natalie took her jacket off, shuffling closer to put it over you. You uncrossed your arms and helped her wrap it around your shoulders, "Thanks, Nat." You became warmer and smiled at her, pupils growing into her gaze as your eyes softened.
"That's so fucked up, (y/n)." Silence was broken as she spoke, slight worry still trailing in her lips.
"I know, It's like they were hungry for me. I mean I get it, we're basically fucked out here and everyone's losing their minds, but they almost killed me." Your vision was averted to the floor, questioning yourself as you spoke - trying to figure right from wrong.
You ultimately turned to Natalie, who never took her eyes off of you. "It's okay, you're safe with me (y/n)." She whispered, her sleepy hand resting on top of your legs.
You played with your fingers, smiling and looking back down as you sensed Natalie bear down on you through your peripheral, she moved slowly, keeping track of your expression. You met her eyes, illuminated by the moon that hung over you, and the stars that shined just for the two of you.
She gently raised her hand to meet your face, lowering her regard to your lips and back to your eyes, where your eyebrows raised like a hurt puppy, knees to your chest.
"That dress looked gorgeous on you, by the way."
Your cheeks flustered. She tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear before leaning into you, softly meeting her lips with yours. She tasted like berries and alcohol, your lips moving in sync. The breeze was soft, and you were gasping for air, grazing her beautiful moonlit face with your desperate eyes before falling further in.
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You spent the rest of the night sleeping in the woods, gazing intently at the stars that appeared throughout the night, holding onto each other for the warmth that left with the day, your head resting on her chest.
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Dating Nat Scatorccio Head Cannons
🎧 space song beach house
Pre crash
Nat Scatorccio who says "what's cooking good looking"
She's actually really good at singing, and writes songs about you in a journal that you bought for her.
This girl will drink and smoke all night but refuses to let you drink or smoke because it's bad for you.
Puts on a tough front, but when you're alone she cuddles with you and never leaves your side.
She got really high at a party once and told you how she would successfully rob a bank and get away with it.
Is insanely good at working on cars and teaches you the basics like changing your oil or tires.
She definitely gets drunk and tries to ask you out even though you guys are ready dating.
Definitely teaches you how to play soccer, laughed at you when you went to kick the ball and missed falling face forward.
Is a movie nerd.
If you have glasses she puts them on when you're not using them.
Sprays your perfume on her pillow to remind herself of you.
Pretends to be sick so you'll put all of your attention on her and only her.
Puts her hand on your waist when she moves past you.
Leaves you little drawings on sticky notes.
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Yellowjackets Masterlist
Shauna Shipman
Jackie Taylor
Natalie Scatorccio
Misty Quigley
Taissa Turner
Van Palmer
Travis Martinez
Lottie Matthews
Callie Sadecki
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Death.
characters used : teenage Natalie Scatorrcio & Misty Quigley.
Scene: Misty getting shot by Natalie on accident.
note: DON’T HATE ME PT 2 IS COMING SOON
warning: bro just got shot sooo-
It’s been a while since the plane crash. Food was getting more scarce. Natalie decided to write a note in one of Shaunas diaries she lended.
“It’s been 10 months since the crash.. and we’re still in the middle of winter. Unsuccessful of finding food started to become a big issue, we already ate Jackie.. and barely managed to survive on Travis’s younger brother Javi. I don’t know how long we can keep doing this.”
-Natalie Scatorrcio.
Natalie hoped that they would eventually find something to eat. Leaning back against the wall before closing her eyes, falling asleep to the sound of the wind and snow tapping on the window.
She was the teams protector and hunter.
later that night Natalie woke up, deciding this could be a good time to try find food. She grabbed the gun and then went outside, forgetting to do a quick headcount on the others like how she usually does.
It seemed like an hour that passed and she was unsuccessful. She went to turn back to the cabin until she hears something move from a bush; without hesitation Natalie grabs the gun, already locked and loaded, aiming at the bush before shooting.
BANG!!
Thud.
She shot something. She actually shot something. ( besides her dad lmao )
Natalie sprinted to the bush, until realising what she shot wasn’t an animal..
It was one of the girls.
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