#i actually like lottie but she is just so fun to mess with

[beccas-gf]

[mayasaurusss]

Ok ok so I’m currently fighting my inner demons (lesbianism + ovulation) and you asked for thoughts so…This might be the perfect timing 🤭🤭

Anyway I’m currently torn between two different scenarios: One being the whole “only the tip” thing: Talking poor transfem!Jackie into it because R wants her so bad :(( From: “It’s not like it’s actual sex if you don’t put it in, it doesn’t count then” to her throbbing from just rubbing it against R’s pussy because it’s so good but not enough :(( Her asking if she can just put the tip inside, desperately asking if that’ll count as fucking agghhhhh :(( And she’s so shy about it too, at first. But that’s just until she’s inside R for the first time; Groaning and panting because it feels better than anything she ever had. And for a moment she genuinely thinks she’ll cum just from putting her tip inside for the first time. She can’t help herself but snap her hips forward to chase the feeling…R is surprised at first, when she grabs her hips and starts rutting into her like her life depends on it. But as R starts squirming beneath her, gasping and moaning because she’s so much and she’s fucking R so deep, she leans over, whispering “Take it” again and again and UGH😵‍💫

(Might even spin her around so she’s got R on all fours for her)

She’s so embarrassed afterwards, because she feels desperate and dirty for fucking R like that but, god, it’s so good like?? R would never complain.

-🌿

Sleepover.

Contains: transfeminine Jackie, female reader, smut, pleasure top/switch Jackie, mean top/switch reader, porn with feelings. Words count: 4k, seven pages.

Anon! Woah... I blushed a bit reading this😳. The embarrassment I feel is big, my shame bigger, but I must lead my readers to the horny crusade! This might be sligthly off track from the original request ( and I was pretty tired these days, so plot, grammar and all might not be very good), but I tried my best to include all that you wanted.

Enjoy!

"Is it really sex if you just put the tip in?" that question would have made you spit your drink if taken out of context. After a winning game, Lottie had invited you and the rest of the team to her house for a sleepover. "You can stop with the teasing, Mari. Instead, why don't you tell us about your boyfriend, Mr. I Fuck My Family" Natalie answered back, prompting Mari to finally shut up after countless teasing directed at all group members.

Vanessa elbowed at Natalie with a smug grin on her face."But the question remains, is it really sex?" the blonde glares daggers at her friend.

Natalie was about to respond "And what do you know about sex Van? You've never even gotten-" but was promptly shut down by Taissa, who had hugged Vanessas's shoulders and kissed her, "And she will never need to".

During Vanessa's and Natalie's discussion, Jackie interrupts them. "I don't think it counts as sex. I mean, wouldn't it be more like masturbation?"; Natalie can feel her eyes roll just from hearing Jackie's voice.

"We get it Jackie, I'm sure you have a looot of experience with dicking people down". At that Jackie's cheeks become beetroot red: both at the accusations -which were true- and the fact that the object of her desires, you, was sitting right next to her. You had deliberately teased Jackie all throughout the day, before and after the game, just to mess with her a little.

The results of your teasing had given Jackie a hard on that she had struggled to release, just before the game, making her perform slightly worse than usual. She would make you pay for that, in a way or another.

"I do- I don't have an experience with those things I just watch-" a chorus of 'oooh's' leaves everyone's lips. "I mean heard of them" she's blushing so hard her cheeks are starting to hurt. You speak before she can hurt her reputation further. But there's no fun without teasing Jackie a little bit more. "I agree with Natalie. I mean as long as both parties get eachother off, it's sex no?" you say.

"Whatever," Natalie says, all too interested in stopping this conversation. "Enough about this. Let's talk about Lottie and Laura Lee's 'totally platonic' relationship" she says grinning from ear to ear, knowing that she's saved from her friends teasing, for now.

"And anyway" Jackie says, "I don't think what Natalie did counts as sex". After hours of drinking and gossiping, you had finally decided to go to bed. It wasn't a secret to everyone else that you and Jackie were a thing.

It was always obvious by the way she'd so unsubtly flirt with you after each game. The first time she tried to flirt, she had come to you after you had changed out of your jersey, laid on the wall with her body facing you and smirked. "Come here often?" she had said with a smug look on her face, "Jackie... I have just joined the team". Needless to say her face had become tomato red and she didn't speak to you for a week, before Shauna forced her to. You'd think Lottie assigned you to the smallest guest room in the house on purpose, so you two would be alone.

"Jackie, sex has many different faces" the smaller girl huffs at you, but you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes, like she's telling a lie.

Jackie had always had a competition with Natalie ever since the latter came in the team. It wasn't malicious per se, but you sensed an underline of distrust and annoyance on both parties. Jackie knew that sex could be more than just penetration, but she needed to prove something to you, to herself. Maybe she needed to compete with Natalie even on this topic.

"I mean yeah I get it but..." she was changing out of her day clothes into her corny blue and white checkered pajamas. As soon as she finished putting on her pants, you started to change in front of her. "But...uhm..." you bent over to grab at your pants hem, letting Jackie's eyes explore your body. Of course, you did it on purpose.

Ah, shit. She is starting to get hard: from the base up to the tip, she feels blood pumping in her veins and in her ears. "Jackie, are you ok?"

Damned sexy woman! "Uh, uh yeah yeah I..." her throat feels dry and she can't stop looking at you, "Jackie... you...". She stops her staring, realizing that you're looking exactly where her bulge would be. She's too scared to look down and face the truth, but the heat she's feeling is enough to tell her that she has become fully hard now.

"Oh God, shit, shit" she starts to panic, her hands moving and gripping any part of her as if she could wash away the shame she feels. "I am so sorry I didn't mean to-" her words die in her throat when you start to walk over her, with a look that tells Jackie she's gonna be in for a ride.

Great, now she'll yell at me. I deserve th- her thoughts are interrupted when she feels your lips press into hers. It takes a moment for her to reciprocate, but when she does, she's a woman starved. Her hands cup your cheeks and she leans her body into yours, desperate to be close to you, to blur the line of where she ends and you begin. Jackie's tongue licks at your lips, asking to be let in. When you do, she expects herself to be the one to dominate, to make you keen, but she finds herself to be the one to do so. She can't keep up with you, can't seem to regulate her breath, to know where to put her hands, to know how to win over your movements against her tongue.

Jackie is left completely subdued by you. When you pull away, her eyes are dazed over and her lips are wetted by your kissing. "You don't seem like the type to have much experience Jackie" at that her body seems to get even hotter than before. "I- I..." you interrupt her, "But you seemed so sure of yourself with Natalie before". That statement makes her self conscious of her decision to challenge Nat and you, but your words hide a purpose behind them.

"Let's see if I can change your mind" you let your clothes fall off your body, discarding your bra and underwear with them. You are completely nude in front of Jackie. Heat starts to spread to her groin and her length twitches. Jackie feels her skin burst on fire when you touch her on the shoulder, look at her with a smile and whisper into her ear "Strip".

She doesn't need to be told twice, her clothes discarded so fast from her body you think some have actually ripped. Now both of you are naked, her hands behind her back while she sways her hips right to left. For a moment you think that she is shy or embarrassed, but you change your mind when your eyes fall to her length. It's average and slim, shades of red coloring the tip and sack. You see the muscles of her legs twitch along her dick, happily basking in your attention. She's getting some sick pleasure out of this...

"Go sit on the bed". Jackie almost trips while she walks -skips- over to the mattress, too excited for what's to come. You are a bit surprised when you notice Jackie's hands are still behind her back, not making an attempt to touch herself. Ah, so she's into that.

"Come on love, lie down. And don't touch yourself", she lets out a sigh of impatience, obeying you. Her length betrays her, as it twitches at your words. You climb over her, sitting on her groin so that she's pressed up against you.

Jackie feels something wettening her dick and looks down at where your bodies are connected, realizing it's your own needines spreading over her. "Since you were so full of yourself before, I think you deserve a punishment. Don't you think so too, love?" She finds it difficult to swallow her spit, her throat is dry and her next words come out in a choked whisper. "Y-yes..." when she sees you smirk, she knows her pride is about to be shattered. "Yes what, dear?" the continuous use of nicknames makes her even more needy than before. "Yes I... I need to be punished".

You smirk at her and kiss up her length, making her release a loud moan. Your lips trail up and open to allow her tip in. Jackie is about to touch you head, trying to make you go further down, but as her fingers tangle in your hair, you slap her hands away. "I said, keep your hands to yourself".

Her hands retreat and instead find purchase in gripping at the blanket. You continue to pleasure her, lips tightening around her. Instead of gripping at your head, Jackie's hips start to thrust up in you, moving her length in you. "Yes... yes! Please do more!" When you stop her hips from moving and tease by sucking her tip, Jackie feels like she's about to burst. But she has been a brat, she doesn't deserve to, yet.

Jackie feels your warmth leave her and her eyes widen at the realization that she won't be cumming anytime soon. Her tip is a deep crimson red, wet with her arousal and your spit, a small tear of cum spilling from her tip. Much to her dismay, you get off her lap and fall on the bed, facing her backwards. "You can touch me" you say and immediately Jackie's hands cup at your chest. She explores your skin, groping your breasts and playing with your nipples. It feels so good that for a moment you forget what your plan was.

She is so lost in the pleasure of discovering your body that she doesn't notice your hand moving towards her length. A sharp gasp leaves her when you take her in your hand, massaging and stroking her length. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she pushes up against your backside, trying to be closer to the source of her desires. In an effort to make the pleasure last, she trusts her length in between your thighs, closing them in on her. You see her looking from behind you every few seconds; she moves feverishly, humping your thighs like a bunny in heat. Her voice hitches when she attempts to talk, "I feel so... so good please please I want to-" and she punctuates her needs by sliding a little bit too close to your slit. Her fingers are still on your nipples, circling and pinching and massaging them.

Jackie can't believe how good it feels to begin snuggling in your thighs. It feels like heaven, like she's about to finally reach for the sky. But when she feels your fingertips grip at her red tip, fitting her against your slit, she is positive she will pass out. She's so close to orgasm, so close, so close but yet so far... She's almost vibrating with excitement when her tip finally enters you, when she can finally feel your warm-. But she doesn't feel anything, at all in fact. Just the pleasant hot feeling of you enveloping her, but nothing else. Oh shit.

The realization hits her all at once when she hears your mean laughs. "Since you were so full of yourself before, we will see if your attitude changes" you wiggle your hips, making Jackie cry in pleasure. "Oh my God..." it's cute how desperate she had become. Jackie grips your body, left hand on the shoulder and right on the hip, in an attempt to ground herself. You'd think she wouldn't enjoy this, but you know a hidden dark side of her does. Her voice echoes in your ears, crying and pleading for you to "please, please" take her deeper.

But you know Jackie is also a little shit. She eyes your face, looking for any signs of awareness before she tries to fuck in you deeper. Just as she's about to slip past her crown in you, she's stopped by your arms forcefully pushing her back. A long sigh leaves her, followed by a shiver and a moan. "I can't I need to- need to move" her hips desperately try to fight against your grip but to no avail; pleasure jolting from her length to her brain from the struggle against you. "I didn't take you for the fighter, Jackie. You always seemed more like a princess to me" you can distinctly feel her twitch inside you.

Your words are met with a heavy silence and the occasional hip twitch, making you wonder if it was too much, if you went too far-.

Her hands follow the curve of your hips, down, down, down until she grips the underside of your leg. With surprising speed, she lifts your thigh in the air and thrusts inside you. It's a strange sensation at first, plunging into your depths and leaving you a little too full of her. She waits only a few seconds to let you adjust before starting to rut in you.

"See? I have given you the courtesy to adjust. All you did was tease me. Does that seem fair?" Jackie whispers to you, her nails digging into your flesh. You try to answer, but all that comes from your mouth are moans and whimpers. Your throat feels dry and your brain mushed, blank, as you can only think about how good she's making you feel.

"Fuck... If I had known that you were gonna f-feel this good..." her hips snap into yours, chasing that tingling pleasure, "I would have fucked you sooner". Her words make you clench tightly around her,affecting Jackie too. Her head is thrown backwards, a string of moans and curses leaving her.

Your body feels tired, sensitive and hot. Jackie's hips slap against your own, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the room. Her balls hit the small patch of skin just above your slit, making you realise just how deep she's fucking you in.

Euphoria swarms Jackie's mind when she feels you desperately clutching onto her. The sensation of your tight walls hugging her, pulling her in, is too good. She feels rabid, possessive, hungry even.

A strange feeling starts to bloom in her heart. A deep dark need to consume you. To take you in every way, to leave a trace of herself on you. To blur the line of where you ended and she began.

Her dark thoughts are enough to make her trusts become faster, more desperate. "J-Jackie!" she releases your leg, letting it fall on top of hers so you stay nice and spread for her. With her right hand she grasps at your hip and draws you on her, moving your body alongside hers.

She traces the curves of your body, savoring how you shiver under her touches.

She starts leaving wet kisses at the base of your neck, tasting you. Her lips trail up, up, up, until they set on your earlobe. A particularly strong trust from her leaves you breathless, having reached that place that makes you see stars. You hear her chuckle behind you, her hand having risen from your hip to your chest. She twists your nipple with her fingers while playfully biting your earlobe and trusting in that same spot over and over again. Your brain can't form any coherent thought anymore, just wanting to please her in every possible way.

"You know..." she whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "I have always thought of this".

Ohhh fuuuck.

"Every time we went to change in the locker room..." her hand comes down, rolling your clit between her fingers, "I dreamt of taking you. Of- of fucking you. On the benches, on the lockers. In front of everyone" her laughter sounds in the space when she feels you clenching hard against her at her words. "Would you like that? To let them see you like this? So they can see how much... I affect you?", you smile a little, knowing that even if she was in deep lust, Jackie would never call you a slut or a whore for her. That just wasn't Jackie.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel her leaving your slit and moving away. You already miss her skin on yours and try to tug her down once more, to tempt her into entering you again.

"Look how the tables have turned…" you hear her say behind you. An insult is already on your tongue, but you stop once you see Jackie's figure on the bed. She's kneeling behind you, her chest pushed out, hand stroking her length feverishly. A drop of precum falls from her slit, making her look absolutely delicious. In the darkness of the room, you can see her body glistening, a trickle of sweat falling from her temple.

Her bright brown eyes have been replaced by deep lust, looking almost pitch black in the darkness of the room. She's blushing, looking at your body like a starved woman.

She trusts her hips forward, keeping her eyes on your body as she fucks into her hand. “Ass up” she whispers to you, and you feel a shiver run from your brain to your slit, but it takes longer than you'd expected to register her command. A groan leaves her when you don't move fast enough.

Her hands fly to your hips, spinning you around until you are on your knees in front of her. With the pressing of a finger she pushes your back so that your stomach presses on the sheets. You hear the sound of her fast stroking behind you, then she trails your spine until she finds your slit once again. Fingers penetrate you, two of them, and set a slow, languid pace.

Jackie moves so that her body is pressed against yours and her length pushed up against your leg. Her breath ghosts above your ear, “You are so wet…is it all for me?”. The sounds behind stop and you feel Jackie's fingers press against your clit, playing with it. Vaguely you feel that her fingertips are wet and realize that is from her own arousal. “Yes… all for you, Jackie” she chuckles, leaving a bite on your neck.

Her fingers retreat, leaving you empty once again. Then you feel her tip separating your folds, drenched in your arousal. It's enough to draw a moan from your lips. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me” her lips continue to kiss and bite and leave her marks behind, “I… I want it. I want it so bad… please Jackie”. She spreads you open, inching inside of you. Jackie is perfectly slotted inside you, touching and stretching you in a delicious way. She moves her hips behind yours, slowly trusting.

What she says next surprises you. In her lust ridden state, Jackie lets herself be vulnerable. “Thank you… thank you…” she hugs your body close to hers, breathing on the crevice of your neck and trusting quickly and hard, so much so that the force of her hips moves your body with hers. She starts to kiss down your nape, biting hard on the flesh while her hips follow a punshing pace. "I love seeing you like this...all nice and spread for me..." her fingers close on your wrists and you feel her moving away from you, now almost straddling you. You have but a moment to breathe before she starts to hammer into you: one hand on your wrist and the other on your clit, body pressed down on yours and breath on your neck. "Oh God it feels so good... thank you" and again she lets herself be vulnerable in front of you, her facade slipping off of her.

To think that finally she gets to do this with you, to have you in her arms and her in yours, to feel pleasure together, makes her heart skip a beat. Jackie feels fuzzy, her brain is emptied of everything but you, how you feel in her arms, how you feel around her. The world around her blurs until your figure is the only one standing in a mist of colors. A hot want starts at the tip of her length to the base, following the hips and spreading all around her body and filling her with ecstasy. Jackie anticipates what this means and doubles down on her trusts and touching, hoping to reach that pleasure with you. "Oh...please, please I am so close. I am so close t-tell... tell me you are too baby please..." you can only mutter words muffled approvals on the pillow and move your hips against hers. "Yeah? Yeah, are you close? Oh fuck...!" she's right there, slipping over the edge when she feels you clench around her, as if your body is begging her to stay, not letting her move.

"Tell me... tell me when you are close, okay?" trying to maintain that pace while holding off her own release it's almost like a torture, but she can't get enough of it. She would go on forever if it meant pleasuring you. When you finally reach the edge, you grip Jackie's wrist and beg her to please let you cum. "God please Jackie..." when she hears her name drop so sweetly from your lips, she is gone. With her last strength she trusts for the final time and you feel her length pierce you, touching your most sensitive spots. You tremble around her and release yourself on her length, the sight making Jackie lose herself in lust and pleasure as she fights against her own body, before leaving you and cumming on the sheets.

She falls on top of you, skin against skin, spent. "Ah...ah, wow..." she looks at the remains of your fun on the bed, feeling a little self conscious, "Lottie is gonna be so mad at us". You snort in the pillow, "If Lottie is gonna be mad at someone, it will be you" she lets out an insulted gasp. "Me?! You were the one that started!" and you answer her, turning around and placing her head on your chest, "You were the one that got a boner watching me change". Jackie feels her cheeks getting hot and hides it by pressing her face on your skin. "Oh God, don't remind me...".

The room is silent except for your heavy breaths. Jackie moves on top of you, hair falling down from her shoulders. Her eyes are hers again, lust having been replaced with admiration and uncertainty. "So...what are we?" she asks, voice small against the darkness of the room. "What are we?" you ask her back, seeing how her eyes unfocus on something behind you, staring into somewhere that doesn't exist to look for answers. "I want us to be more" she answers, "something more than just...this" her voice is laced with hope and fear.

"I want to go on dates with you. To go to the movies, to go for walks, to... be together with you" now her eyes focus on yours again, a glimmer of sadness shining in them. "Can we... Can we be like that?" something about how she sounds, how sad her eyes look, makes a painfully warm feeling bloom in your chest. You take her cheeks in your hands and bring her down with you, tasting her lips once again. "We can be like that" you whisper on her lips, laced with love.

When morning comes you are the first one to wake up. Jackie sleeps soundly near you, the sun warming her body. You wake her up with a kiss, and immediately she groans and begs to sleep just a bit more, to be in your arms again. Your cute back and forth is interrupted by the door being slammed loudly from outside the room. Natalie watches the both of you, dark circles under her eyes and a hint of anger in her voice, "Next time, be quiet".

[taissaswifelowkey]

yellowjackets and your first kiss

1996 timeline, all characters are aged up 🤠

a/n: UGHH i had to start over (and also a SECOND TIME. sorry taissa) bc i accidentally deleted everything while typing :,) also wrote this while feeling a little sick as a form of relief. have fun reading and feedback is always appreciated you already knowww

warnings: what do you call something that is fluff but like, another layer of fluff? im not sure but for my moral conscience if you’re not more than 17 idk about this one bestie. i don’t want to be cocky bc im not popular but i don’t want to overthink anything at the same time 😭😭 gay yellowjackets propaganda. proofread but honestly there still might be lingering mistakes. like the time i said word for word “proofread but there light be lingering mistakes” and after that there was a bunch of typos even in the damn warning 💀💀

it starts below the cut ‼️‼️

📚 taissa is a real romantic. will gaze lovingly into your eyes and tease your flustered state, while you’re trying to keep your composure. she loves to see you this way and with your permission, she kisses you again. even whispers beautiful, pretty words at you. her plan is working because you’re left speechless but it doesn’t take long for you to whisper them back at her, evening being intense and bold. it surprises her and you’re both in a sort of competition, all in good nature of course. but trust, she’s such a smooth talker and a romantic tease, it literally leaves you breathless.

🛹 van first kisses you between giggles and laughter. you actually had to pull back for breath because you were overwhelmed and sooo happy. that didn’t stop you from resting in each other’s arms. you kissed her forehead, admiring her features while she kissed the tip of your nose and did the same. it’s not long before you kissed her again, trying to memorise the sound of her laughter. i feel like one of you said ironically “woah” or something like “that’s not something that happens in the neighbourhood everyday.” and you’ll just laugh it off. but really you’re just flustered and amazed by the other

🕷️ soft kisses with nat, soft kisses with nat ‼️‼️ listen listen i know everyone sees her as this like stoic girly but i strike her as someone who’s sweet and loving. but when you pull back for air and she looks at the way you grin at her, it makes her melt. she practically has your shirt in an iron grip and pulls you closer to her again. her hands are allll over you but you just hold her waist. it’s all gentle though, but she wants to show how devoted she is to you 🙁 and you do the same for her. and she swears she’s never felt so much love as she does now :( especially whenever you’d look at her like she’s the only person on earth

🦉 oooh misty is a blushing mess. she can’t even speak. you’re worried you did something wrong, maybe kissed her the wrong way if it’s even possible but she just shakes her head and places her hands on your shoulder in a hold you didn’t know she had. when she tries to speak to reassure you, her own voice surprises her, not used to the completely different hoarse tone. it makes you giggle, feeling a surge of pride that you somehow made her feel that way. she doesn’t even think about it and kisses you again, and again, my girl is hungry ‼️‼️

🎀 lottie is a real romantic. she kisses your wrists, both sides of your face, before trailing her lips to your lips and a gentle peck and into a kiss. you’re both princesses and she wants to treat you as such ‼️‼️ so do expect that she looks at you with absolute devotion when you pull away for air or whisper the most beautiful words you’ve ever heard in your life. i feel like she’d probably read sonnets to inspire herself beforehand but the words just flow so naturally. you kiss her hand in return and just smile brightly at her and she realises that she’s whippeddd, so much so that she clears her throat and tries not to smile too hard but you just kiss her again and she reciprocates lovingly

🧸 first kiss with jackie? princess treatment. just like lottie except that you’re the one who kisses her wrists, her shoulders before she softly complains and kisses you. and honestly? it feels like seeing literal stars. your heart is racing and you’re downright trembling. kissing jackie taylor makes you feel weirdly feverish. and she feels so smug about herself too 🙄 all “still want to take it slow?” you just raise an eyebrow and kiss her again, lightly just to annoy her before surprising her with the soft tease and compliments you let escape, before allowing yourself to be a bit bold, leaving her a complete mess. not that she’s complaining

🪵 shauna will waste no time and will kiss you hungrily. it’s not rough but it’s not gentle either. maybe it’s because she saw you talking to that guy, who was your gym partner or that girl who was with you in spanish period within the same day. she will bring you impossibly closer to her and whisper all sorts of promises in your ear, to which you just nod and whisper back. you hardly even pull back for air and when you do it’s maybe half a second. and when you ask her she says she’s not jealous, she just has a point to prove it’s not the same thing 🙄🙄 you’re still amused by the situation and allow her to carry the pace before you quickly try to gain control of it (yes i’ll definitely be a competition between you)

[t1ts-4-scattorcio]

Can you do a "being nat's sister" hc? Like she went with nat to nationals. (Post crash stuff too)

Sister Nat x Reader:

This was long

TW: Abuse + Substance Issues

Both you and Nat were accident babies but especially you. Her parents had settled with Nat but then you were born.

Nat had a hard time warming up to you. She was only around kids at school and was naturally a loner she didn't have that many friends at an early age so a new baby in her space was weird for sure

She liked her personal space and would side-eye you whenever you wanted her attention especially if it was by making a mess. "God you're so gross" she'd comment eyebrows raising in disgust observing you drool all over yourself on the dining room table. (like Nat girly pop shes a baby 😒 babies gonna be icky and loud).

But she saw how badly your parents resented you for taking up more of their time and money it actually was upsetting for her. Nat vowed to be your #1 protector the day your dad first yelled at you for being upset.

It was a bad day, you just couldn't stop crying and no one knew why. "Fuck she won't shut up! The brat's giving me a headache!" slamming his beer on the countertop turning to your mother who was at her wits end rocking you back and forth the entire afternoon. Nat locked herself in her room tuning out whatever was happening outside until she heard something break and your screaming getting worse

she burst into the kitchen and saw your dad get in your flushed face screeching in your highchair and of course, your mom didn't do anything but sob. Nat pushed him away and stood her ground, he gave her one of the worst beatings of her life but it was worth it to keep you safe.

That was the first night she let you sleep in her bed, and let you sleep with her until you were comfortable enough to be alone

Nat took the brunt of the abuse over the years because she didn't want to expose you to how bad your parents could treat you. She'd force you to stay in her room whenever confrontations happened or walk you to the local park and let you play for a while forget about your troubles, she would even teach you a little bit of soccer if you wanted to.

Doesn't want you around alcohol or drugs (she's a hypocrite I know) but she wanted better for you, she wanted you to succeed to be able to leave and make something out of yourself not feel stuck, and have the same shit (untrue) reputation she had.

Which meant she'd be on your ass at parties, "what are you doing?🤨” shoving your solo cup behind you "nothing.. 😀" nat jeered at you as you swayed back and forth sooo out of it. “You smell like vodka hand it over😡” you rolled your eyes and told her she's no fun but she brushed it off.

Absolute garbage at regular school work but is great with helping you make art projects and anything creative. She definitely asked Lottie or Tai to help you with any classes you were failing.

Will back you up and support anything you do, any performances or recitals you have, she will be there in the first row, she will skip practice to watch you play the sport you're in, stay's up late at night just to help you prepare for presentations

any spare money would go to taking care of you and whatever you needed whether that's school supplies or any new clothes. Your mom insisted Nat give you her hand-me-downs but Nat refused, she wanted you to find your own style.

You weren't home when your dad died, your mom was inconsolable and Nat completely shut herself off, you took care of her for a while and never blamed her for what happened to your dad. (something you had to constantly remind her of).

She's grateful you never judged her, just wanting to keep her safe like she did to you.

____

Silly sibling things:

Will kill you if you don't let her sleep in late

Interrogates any person you like or want to be in a relationship with. "I will kill you if you hurt them ☺️” all smiley while your S/O is shitting their pants.

Constantly reminds you to be responsible with your S/O. “Y/N don’t do anything stupid, and don't get pregnant. "GOD NAT I WONT 🤬."

Stealing each other's stuff but not fessing up to it or saying it looks better on your or her, (y'all never mean it).

The rest of the team also were your designated sisters, they would help you when nat couldn't.

ghosts you sometimes, she doesn't mean to she has garbage memory and a sense of "what was I gonna do again? syndrome" (which is why the other girls help you out)

You call her out about liking guys esp Travis "you're a girl kisser, you're all goo goo eyed whenever Lot's is around" cue to her stomping her cigarette out and walking away all huffy.

Lottie strut’s up “y/n why did Nat do that??" "she's in love with you Lots 😏" she looks at you like you grew a third head, "HUH" "nevermind 🙃" clueless gf’s for real.

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You were her top priority before the crash and especially after it.

Nat had invited you to the trip for support and you were so excited everything was so luxurious. You plopped down next to Nat listening to music with her, dozing off to sleep until you woke up on the floor still attached to your broken seat.

She was terrified when she got out of the plane and couldn't find you, her brain conjuring your death. The worst thing that could happen to you coming true (you being gone would kill her.)

She found you heaving in Lottie's arms, she thanked whatever was listening to her hopes and prayers that you survived.

she never let you go or left your side once for the first few days in the woods, and is the only person that can comfort you when you're about to break down "listen to me everything's going to be ok! You know I'm never wrong."

you'd revert to sleeping with her like when you were a baby, being nervous to ask if you could though "of course you can, you could never annoy me, get in"

She'd ask if you wanted to come to hunt with her whether you could shoot the gun or not she loved your company and liked knowing you're safe.

you both would check in on each other especially when things got really bad (the snackie incident, not finding javi, shauna's traumatic birth).

You'd also back her up when she's calling out Lottie's "Voodoo Bullshit." (even if you believed it👀).

Best 👏🏽Sister 👏🏽Ever

[lacyscabinet]

Ghostface Natalie!!!

Angsty, cause I can't think of to much fluff rn:

1. She ends up stabbing R (reader) instead of the victim. And immediately crumbles grabbing onto them and falling to the floor sobbing she removes her mask begging for help from the others but their all to scared of her, as she panics trying to stop the bleeding. I don't like R death but just having Nat panic and feel bad is ❤️

2. Since people like sister Nat from you (with your beautiful writing!) Let me get this out of the way, she's like Sam Carpenter. Older, half sister. Her dad was a killer before her and she just lost it and started killing. But one night at a costume party, she's dragging some asshole of a dude away in the crowd of drunk teens with loud music. And just after she stabs him, right in front of everyone but no one seems to notice, the guy pulls her mask off, she looks up only to see her little sister caught her. (Gonna be an awkward discussion at home ngl 🏃) can also be like non sister, I just know people like her as such.

3. Natalie was staying in your room, she always had to sneak in through the window. She left her lover R, to go with her partner in crime (you pick) to "take care of something" anyway long story short she ends up stumbling and falling through your window on her way back, she was stabbed. Her mask in hand the only person she could think to seek refuge with was her girlfriend/partner/lover, but now you have to face the fact not only is she bleeding on perfectly good carpet, but she's killed people. Your friend's (mostly assholes let's be honest) but you don't want her to die.

Also could I ask for an emoji? To just sign with? I think I'm gonna end up sending a lot of things 😭 (if that's ok!) I love your writing!

A/N: OMG I WANNA WRITE EVERY SINGLE ONE (AND I WILL MAYBE 🤭), but I think I'm gonna start with your first idea!! Actually now that I think about it I might create a little section just for ghostface!au requests. And you can totally have an emoji!!! Just let me know what you picked! <3

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

Scream

"Natalie!" You happily squealed as soon as you saw your girlfriend walking into the room.

You were at Jackie's house for a sleepover with the whole team and a couple of mutual friends.

Natalie smiled, dropping a heavy backpack on the floor and instantly opening her arms for you "Hi baby" she mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You and the girls planned a fun and quiet night, but what you didn't know was that you currently stood in the arms of the mysterious cold blood murder Ghostface, and you also didn't know that one of Jackie's friends, Matt had a reputation to be a bit of a fuck boy.

And Nat couldn't stand him.

So as soon as everybody arrived at the party, she started targeting him from far away, monitoring his moves.

"Nat! Nat! Stop! Don't tickle me!" You said in between laughs, the two of you were cuddling on the couch "Okay okay I'll stop babe, actually, I forgot to tell you I need to go home earlier" Natalie said with an apologetic look "My mom...I need to check on her" she knew that you were very empathetic of her family situation, and she also knew that if she pulled that card you would let her leave without further questions.

That leads us to this moment, Nat changing outside of the house, from her grungy clothes to black coat and mask in hand along with a sharp knife.

Sneaking back inside, she could hear all of you messing around in the living room, a movie playing combined with soft music.

Nat peeped from the almost closed door, you sat near Lottie and Matt "Pretty" she thought when you smiled at one of Van's jokes "focus nat".

The lights were dimmed and you were distracted, so it was easy for her to sneak in and hide behind the bookshelf.

That's when she decided to attack.

Revealing herself, all the people in the room started screaming and running as far as they could, the adrenaline pumped in Nat's veins, and then she stabbed.

But in the chaos she didn't realize who she stabbed.

At least not until she heard you scream, scream like you never screamed before, it wasn't fear, it was gut wrenching pain.

Your body fell on the floor, blood, lots of blood splashed everywhere and Natalie's eyes widened

"no no no" she mumbled in panic while getting closer causing you to scream more, at that she instantly took off her mask "No no no baby it's me, it's just me I didn't mean to... I...let me help please, please baby..."

At that you could believe your eyes, your beautiful, kind and loving girl was ghostface? Like THE ghostface, a murderer!?

And just like you, everyone in the room was shocked, so when Nat asked, or more like begged them to help her they all just stared at her paralyzed.

You were so weak and the blood wasn't stopping, she cradled you in her arms for a while, until you passed out, and she cried and cried terrified that she just lost you forever.

You woke up in a hospital bed, beeping of machines and the smell of sanitizer lingered in the air, your mind was blurry and the memories of the night scattered in your head, but you did remember one single thing clearly

Natalie was the ghostface.

And you didn't know where she was now, if she was arrested or if she ran away, either way, you stared at the white ceiling, thinking of everything that happened and everything that changed in the moment ghostface pointed her knife at you.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

The yellowjackets as cousins (for the sake of shipping let's pretend the ones that date are second cousins and Yellowjackets is set in Alabama)

• Natalie's parents drop her off before the event starts and go off to do some last minute shit. She runs up to your room and jumps on you while you are still asleep to wake you up. She's that fucking cousin that doesn't let you have a moment of peace from the moment they show up to the moment they leave. Lowkey you love them though.

• Jackie is that cool older cousin who's home from college and is constantly checking her phone. She smells good and gifts everyone those showel gel/loofa/bath salts sets (not so much the bath salts anymore, since that time Natalie tried sniffing them)

Gets teased about having a clingy bf but she's texting Shauna the whole time.

• Shauna is the broody cousin who doesn't even wanna come to this stupid thing, she's not even gonna have fun so why can't her parents let her stay home? She ends up having fun and her parents have to drag her back to the car to get home at the end of the day.

• Taissa is the one that decides to take on babysitting or help out around the kitchen or whatever and usually has to be told to let loose and have fun because she's so type A she tries to organise shit she has no authority over. The smaller cousins do stacks on Taissa. Van usually starts the dogpile.

• Van is the laid-back cousin who sets up the video games and is beloved by all the tiny cousins. She clears everyone at Mario kart and smash bros and is the only one who can get Taissa to unwind. Taissa is the only one who can clear her in smash.

• Misty is that cousin who hangs out with the adults and tries to help around the kitchen all the time until her aunt forcibly drags her to the rec room (at the rich relatives' house) where everyone is playing board games and stuff. She finds a puzzle or a deck of cards and tries to get a game of solitaire going but some younger cousins decide to mess with her and she retaliates and ends up in a prank war.

• Mari is the younger cousin who fucks with everybody. Brings gag gifts and tries that fucking stick of chewing gum prank every. Goddamn. Holiday. You know which one I mean:

On the upside she packs a fucktonne of snacks which she shares if you're chill.

Her gum prank snapped one of Jackie's fake nails off once so Shauna retaliated by popping her inflatable duck. It was a whole thing.

• Lottie is petting all the pets. She's running around the house chasing the cat. She's not gonna pull its tail, she hasn't done that since she was two, but she will feed the dog under the table to try to win him over. She's the reason you have ants.

• Laura Lee's family is the one that insists on saying a prayer before every meal. Everyone else is messing around at the kids table but she's actually paying attention, or if it's in a different room, she's the one leading it. She's that one that hangs around the back of the group and acts like a moral compass. "Yeah Mr Sharpe's may have run over your bike Natalie but I don't think it's right to paint his dog red".

• Javi is the baby of the family and everyone is super protective and he is that kid that is just chill and will sit down and colour for fun and he gives out handmade gifts like macaroni necklaces and you all have matching friendship bracelets courtesy of Javi Martinez 🥹

• Travis is that asshole who takes his shit out on everyone else and ruins the vibe. His little brother tries to hang with him but he thinks he's too cool to give him the time of day and just pushes him away, and ends up sitting alone cause no one likes that he's an asshole. Most of the cousin jokes are about how he just needs to get laid. He usually just hogs some prime real estate on the couch and heckles everyone playing video games. Won't play anymore because the few times he tried after talking shit he got his ass summarily handed to him so now he just sits there and sooks and brags about how he could beat everyone if he wanted to, he's just taking it easy on everyone because he's nice. He's the biggest asshole there.

[basilone]

Hi Killy! If it sparks joy, could I request either "a shortwave radio, takeout containers mess tins, and a bare lightbulb" for Lottie & Gale or "bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola" or "slept-in braids, a lamplit office, and an explosion" for Tati & Ron please? Thank you! 💕

Hiii! 💙 I am sticking the Lottie & Gale prompt into my pocket for a later day, as I love it dearly. Thank you for sending these! I immediately had visions for the Tati & Ron prompts you gave me here, haha, and they most definitely sparked joy. As I think they would wind up in the land of fic spoilers if I wrote these into their canon setting, I took the liberty of putting them in an AU instead. And, yes, I incorporated all of these prompts into one piece. 😉 This is what I commonly refer to as the 80s AU that's got Ron and Tatiana living next door to each other as teenagers, not really vibing with each other at first because he's an angsty goth-y horror aficionado and she's a happy-go-lucky glitter-obsessed cheerleader. They band together when their town's accosted by monsters (think a little Stranger Things vibes!) and proceed to, I don't know, save the world a little. In their own way.

the birthday bandersnatch

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, once they’re a couple of blocks away from their street.

The bubble of her gum pops as a first response. He knows she’s glaring at him from beneath her fringe, which stupidly stands up a little on one end because she didn’t bother combing it. Her fingers drum a small pattern on the door rest. It’s not a beat he recognizes, but he supposes their music tastes don’t exactly align on the best of days.

“You lifted car ban,” she replies, as though he ever had any hopes of upholding that ban for longer than a day. “And I think you are going to get very brutally murdered like extras”– she’s all quotation marks with her fingers and he has to push her arm out of his face just to be able to see the road at this time of night –“in your stupid horror movies if you go alone. So I come.”

Ron raises an eyebrow. “You think your presence is going to prevent my brutal demise?”

“Yes, of course.” Her new handwave is imperious, as though he is stupid for even having asked this question at all. “I saved you from poddies and big monster in mall, yes? So I can do saving Ronald thing again, is not hard for me. And I pinky-promise I will not sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun in your car ever in my life again unless you beg me to, honest.”

He chances a glance at her then. She’s turned toward him in the passenger seat, all big eyes set in what she calls her honest face, and Ron can’t help but snort in disgust as she actually has the audacity to hold out her pinky finger in promise.

“Jesus Christ, Pet,” he sighs, fleetingly taking his hand off the wheel to wrap his own finger around hers as briefly as humanly possible, “stop making dumb promises you know full well you’re gonna break the second that song comes on the radio.”

“Bah, you are not even letting me have radio on right now,” she sulks, sinking a little further into her seat and popping her gum again. “I cannot break promise. And pinky-promises are very important, yes? Your Ameeeerican movies say so.”

“They’re your movies too.”

“Is different culture, Ronald. I try to, what is word…”

He shakes his head as her hands begin to rapidly form different shapes in search of the word she’s looking for. Petrova’s gestures are like this in English class, too, sometimes hitting his shoulder if her word search is bigger than she can contain, and he knows any interjections are just going to annoy her.

“Blend in?” he offers, to her tsk-ing noise beside him. “Fit in? Become less annoying? Stop being so Russian?”

“A-s-s-i-m-something!” she exclaims, as though she hasn’t even listened to a word he said, sounding for all the world like a mad scientist who’s just rediscovered the formula for building Frankenstein. “That is word!”

Ron fights the urge to thunk his head onto his steering wheel while he’s still driving. “Assimilate. Do not make me spell it,” he warns, used as he is to her demands that he spell every difficult word she doesn’t really know for her. “And stop commenting on the lack of radio. It’s the middle of the fucking night, Pet, and unless you want that whole goddamn government facility to instantly know that we’re breaking in…”

“Do not swear at me, Ronald, it’s fucking annoying,” she retorts, sniffing loudly and folding her arms. “Do you even know how to break in? Leeeeettle mister juvenile d-i-l-i-n-q-u-e-n-t?”

“It’s d-e-linquent, not d-i!” His fingers drum a new pattern on the steering wheel. He tries not to glance at her again. Why the fuck did she have to come? He glares at her anyway, now that they’re on a boring stretch of road just on the outskirts of town. “And I have a plan, okay?”

“Great. You have plan. What did you call it, how to get murdered within ten seconds?”

“It’s not too late to kick you out of my car.”

“It’s not too late for you to turn car around and go back to bed instead of doing stupid bullshit in middle of night, but here we are in creepy part of town just waiting for more monsters…” Petrova’s sigh is audible. Her glances out of the window are becoming more frequent now, as though she expects something to be lurking in the shadows of the few buildings that are still here. “You are very lucky I woke up when I did, Ronald,” she says, as though she really is God’s gift to him at this hour when he’s already confronted with her plenty during the day. “You make much noises when you sneak out of house, did you know that?”

“Many noises,” he corrects idly. “It’s not my fault the basement window creaks,” he huffs, then, “and very much not my fault that you were sitting there with your window open doing whatever it is that you do when you are not talking my goddamn ear off.”

“I was practicing my writing because I could not fall back asleep fast.”

Ron sighs. It’s sometimes hard to keep arguing with Petrova when she says something disarmingly honest like that. He knows she’s been getting shit from teachers over her writing, which is sometimes more illegible than a doctor’s note. Knows she tries very hard – tongue poking out from between her teeth, hair carefully braided back so it doesn’t fall onto the pages – to fix the issue, although she famously got detention for telling their geography teacher to give her break for being smart enough to know his subject in two languages instead of one.

“How’s that going?” he asks, softening his voice just enough so she knows he’s not picking a fight with her over that.

Her hand gesture is a wobbling motion. “I think I improve. But is hard, eh?”

“Sure,” he agrees, to a brightly glittering smile from her. “I think Russian looks hard, too.”

“Pfftt, Russian not so bad,” she laughs, all throaty amusement. “My handwriting beautiful in Russian. Not so much in English. But I cannot be perfect, eh?”

“You most certainly are not.”

“You really know how to make girl feel very special,” snorts Petrova irreverently, leaning forward and peering through his windshield intently at the same time. “Ronald, I think you need to get rid of headlights. Is almost here.”

“You mean kill headlights,” he corrects, but does as she says for just this once. He knows the facility is just around the next bend, rooftop already rising above the copse of trees. “Look, Pet, the plan is that we go in and try to find… I don’t know. Papers. Pictures. Proof of whatever the shit it is we saw in the mall the other day, all right?”

“You think Ameeeeerican government is responsible for monsters?”

“Just narrowing it down,” he shrugs, driving at a slower pace now. “This place is bizarre. They built this in just two months. No job listings in the local ads. No big opening.”

“No newspaper articles about it,” she adds. “I go to library to check this, da? Lady at desk was very understanding.”

“You researched this?”

“You did too!” she defends, loudly, jabbing a finger at him. “You check out e-v-e-r-y book about monsters before I can. And lady at desk said someone else my age asks about same newspapers. She thinks it is school project.”

“If it helps at all,” mutters Ron, parking the car and glaring at her balefully now that he doesn’t have to focus on the road anymore, “those monster books turned up nothing about what we saw. Why the hell were you researching it?”

“Because,” says Petrova, slowing her speech as though she is speaking to a particularly dim-witted child, “poddies almost bite you, and I think that would be very not so good. I want to kill them very dead before they bite you, or me, or everyone.” She shrugs. Her lower lip looks bitten, as though she has chewed on it a lot recently. “So I do research. I think maybe I can share with you when I find, eh? We make great team.”

Ron blinks. “We do?”

“Yeeees,” she replies, reaching out and patting his arm for emphasis. “You are fine with murder, too.”

“That does not make a great team!”

“Pff, Ronald, keep your voice down,” she says, swinging the door open. “We are being sneaky, no? We have to be very quiet.”

Ron opens his own door and exits the car. Resists the urge to slam the door shut behind him, especially now that Petrova gently closes her own door. He doesn’t know how on earth she thinks she’s going to be able to keep quiet. In all this time with her, shutting Petrova up – or, hell, even getting her to sit still for longer than a minute – has proven to be a true impossibility.

He thinks that’s why he didn’t tell her about tonight.

It’s got nothing to do with those many-tentacled creatures with their disc-shaped heads that Petrova’s taken to calling poddies as though they’re somehow cuter than their slime would make you suspect. It’s got nothing to do with that bigger, nameless monster they both hadn’t found the words for. And it’s sure as shit got nothing to do with how big her eyes had gotten, worrying over the hit he’d taken to his side before she’d thrown a chair at the damn thing and probably saved his life in the process.

He closes his eyes in silent supplication. “What are you even going to say if we get caught?” he asks, fishing around in the pockets of his army fatigues for his small flashlight. “I thought I could spin it fine on my own, but with you here…”

“Is simple. I tell them my birthday is today and you wanted to surprise me with sightseeing on roof. We were told we can see whole town from here, yes?”

Ron blinks. Stares at Petrova for longer than he strictly should. Takes in the haphazard state of her hair, braided back and obviously already slept in, and her black sweatshirt that is so big on her that it reaches down to her thighs. Her hands are worrying at her sleeves, plucking at their slouchiest parts, as she wobbles from side to side in her rather beaten-up high-tops. He supposes it’s lucky she didn’t wear anything with glitter, even when she looks decidedly nothing like how put-together Tatiana Petrova, captain of the cheer squad, blonde and perfect without trying, is supposed to look.

“Clever, but they’ll check our IDs,” he allows, finally, tearing his gaze away from the few holes in her tights with some difficulty. “They’ll know it’s not your birthday then.”

Petrova raises a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “It is my birthday today,” she refutes. “So if they check ID, they can see. I only make good a-l-i-b-i, Ronald.”

“Your birthday’s on October sixth?”

“Seventh,” she corrects. “It is after midnight. Is also”– she adds, already walking to the fence in the distance, tossing one of her braids back over her shoulder –“why I cannot sleep good. Sasha promised he is going to take me to movies later today, and Kolya saved enough pennies for big all-I-can-eat dinner, and I think I am getting roller skates as present.” Her grin is sudden. Bright. “Is very exciting to be Tatiana today, eh?”

“You can skate to school,” he snorts, tearing his gaze away from her big smile with some difficulty, already imagining her wobbling around on those, “instead of bumming rides off of your friends. Or, worse, me.”

“Bah, Ronald, you drive faster than I skate,” she refutes, clearly not letting him off the hook so easily. “We are not…”

“Not…?”

Her hand finds his arm. Squeezes down hard. “Why is office lit by lamps?”

“What? That’s not supposed to…” He squints up at the building, which looms tall and foreboding beyond the fence. Sees more than one window that has not gone dark the way this part of the building usually is at night. He keeps his voice hushed, though no less irate at her ear. “I fucking checked for a week to be sure that nobody was gonna be here!”

“I believe you,” she breathes, hand still clamped around his arm. Her eyes are wide as saucers, reflecting the palest moonlight. “Look at window closest to us, Ron, please.”

He takes an involuntary step back as soon as he sees it. “We made a mistake.”

“What is it do–oh.” Petrova curses, harsh Russian mingling with English, as he takes another step back and takes her with him. She keeps squinting up at the window. Craning her neck to get a better look. “I do not think… What is that? What are they… No...”

“We have to go!”

“There could be people in the…”

“We’re not armed! We don’t have any guns!” he hisses, wrapping his arm around her waist and hissing into her ear without once taking his eyes off the shapes behind the window. “They’re government. They have guns, Pet, trust me.”

“Because they are American?”

“Yes,” he almost laughs, pleased to hear she is not yet panicking, “because they’re the American government and we’re just kids. So let’s fucking go before…”

The ground shakes beneath them. Thunders and rolls deepest, darkest threat under their feet. The few trees sway, rustling leaves and swinging branches, and the fence rinkles with ill-concealed movement as though someone invisible has just scaled and climbed it.

The shadows seem to press in around them. The DANGER-warnings on the fence, which had seemed like overkill during the daylight hours, suddenly seem to make a whole lot more sense.

“Before explosion,” says Petrova, then, leaning against him completely, pushing him back toward the car with her whole body. She sounds almost eerily calm about it. “I think this is big experiment, no? And I think we are walking on top of it right now.”

“Underground?”

He feels Petrova’s nod more than he sees it, with the very top of her hair tickling against his chin. “I think it is going very wrong.”

“Gee, you think? That fucking monster’s standing in the middle of an office with a bunch of cameras set up around it and the ground is fucking moving and…” Ron exhales a puff of breath as they get close to his car. “Shit. I’ve just – how many earthquakes have you felt, since you moved here?”

“Many.”

“The average American in this state won’t ever feel one, and I’m suddenly very sure we’re not on a fault line,” he says, resisting the urge to hit himself for not seeing it sooner. He releases Petrova’s waist abruptly as soon as her side of the car is open. “Get back in the car. We’ve got research to do.”

“We?”

“I’m not trespassing into that place if I can help it,” he says, once he’s back behind the steering wheel and almost slamming the car into gear. “But I am going to find out what the hell my government thinks it’s doing with a creature that looks like it crawled straight out of a fucking horror movie.”

Petrova’s exhale sounds suddenly shaky above the sound of his car engine. “A-and where do I fit?”

“You’re smart,” he retorts, not caring about the fact that he’s paying her a compliment for once. “You think on your feet. You see shit for what it is, not for what it’s pretending to be. And I… fuck, Tatiana, I can’t do this alone!”

Her reply is instantaneous, though he refuses to look at her now that he’s gone and said her name. “You are not alone, Ronald, you are in car with me,” she comments, matter of fact as always, opening his glove box and rummaging through it as though she owns his car. She mercifully does not comment on him finally calling her Tatiana the way she’s demanded of him since first meeting him. “We can go to library. Ask for map of earthquake lines, no? And we can look into whatever Ignis is.”

“Ignis?”

“It was on fence sign. I see before I see big monster,” She shrugs. “Stupid adventure makes me swallow bubblegum,” she mutters, then, carefully unwrapping a new wad of gum she has somehow unearthed from his glove box. She smiles, popping it into her mouth before holding something else aloft. “This is very cute, where did you get?”

Ron squints at the offending object once he’s taken a sharp turn back toward their neighborhood. “Free keychain,” he says, recognizing the vintage Coca-Cola ad printed on it with some difficulty in the dim light. “Keep it”– he mutters, folding her hand around it and squeezing down a moment to let her know he’s serious –“if you like.”

“I do like. Is very Ameeeeerican, no?”

“Sure is.” Ron sighs. Summons his courage one more time tonight. “Happy birthday, Pet.”

“Ha! You give me birthday present,” she laughs, making his car smell like cherry bubblegum even more. “When is yours? I want to give you leeeettle gift, too.”

“Is fine, you don’t have to.”

“But if I want?”

“I have no idea why you’d want that. It’s in April. We could be dead from a monster invasion by then.”

“Pfah, always such o-p-t-i-m-i-s-m,” she tuts, sounding proud of herself for having spelled that word correctly for once. “When in April, Ronald?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does,” she snorts, propping her feet up on his dashboard before blowing a stray bubble with her gum. It pops loudly in the silence. “Either you tell me, or I make April your birthday month. I will sing for you. I will decorate your car with balloons. I will bake you big cake every week. I will give you one glitter-filled card every day to wish you happy birthday.”

“You would not,” he argues, knowing full well that she would.

“Try me, Ronald.” She sounds very sure of herself. On top of the world, as always, no matter what kind of crazy monsters life throws at her. “I will make sure whole town knows April is your birthday month. Is important, no? You will be eighteen then.”

“It’s on the twentieth. Jesus,” he mutters, “twist my fucking arm.”

Her hum sounds very pleased. “I will put on my calendar.”

Somehow, he doesn’t think he would quite be surprised to see something like Ronald’s birthday! written in all glittery text in an April entry on the calendar she keeps tacked to her wardrobe. Somehow, he thinks that might almost be enough of a wonky lucky charm to see them both still alive by then.

[slashingdisneypasta]

I was looking at your post of which Disney Princes the Weasels would be, and it got me thinking; which princesses would our gals/their S/O's would be? I hope this assessment puts a grin on your face XD and that I got your OC's right ^^

Lottie: Mulan. There was no hesitation in my mind with this one. Tough, badass, and military trained, but also loves her family to pieces. And they both got silly sidekicks too XD (Mulan has Mushu and Cricky, and Lottie has her unkles and cousins XD)

Shiny: I feel like Megera is the best candidate, even if she isn't an official disney princess. They're both sarcastic queens who have troubled histories, especially with men, and they both are soft inside ^^ and they both know how to seduce to get what they want, even if Meg hadn't been successful with Hercules in the way she expected.

Jane Doe: ... Sleeping Beauty, because they both are hiding from evil forces and don't appear so often? I'm sorry! I know Jane deserves more 😭😅 if it helps, it's also because I think they're both underrated (Sleeping Beauty was/is actually my favorite princess, despite how people feel about her and her movie). Another candidate I offer is Nala, as they are both are the half of their relationships that bring the best out of their partner, and are playful but also level-headed and focus on what's most important (Jane Doe on keeping Teddy safe, and Nala on bringing peace and order back to the pride lands)

(This moment between Nala and Simba definitely happened between Jane and Wheezy. You can't convince me otherwise XD ^^)

Poppy: I was gonna say Cinderella, but then I remembered that Psycho is Lucifer the cat, and got sad because that'd mean he'd be mean to her and make her life harder (and she would threaten him with a broom) 🥲😆 but that's fine, because I think Snow White is her best fit; they both are comparatively naive to the others, they both have messed up things either happening to them or that have happened to them. They both befriended a group of rowdy bachelors who would chase a wicked witch off a cliff for them, etc. And Poppy wishes she could sing in a well about her love life and her soulmate would appear like Snow XD (Also, something I've wanted to write is Percy and Penny watching Snow White for the first time and saying that their mother looks like a rabbit Snow White- and in turn asking dad if that makes him prince charming XD ^^)

(☝️This old lady Rena trying to seduce Poppy? I'm sorry I'll stop-)

Rena: She ain't a disney princess. I won't let those big blue eyes fool me. She's a wicked old queen. Rena and Yzma are both wicked, fabulous, crazy oldies with impeccable fashion taste. They both have weapons in equally sus and convenient(?) places. They both have very clear types (I'm with you; Yzma hired Kronk not just for a henchman), and can get people quickly on their side (Rena is more friendly than Yzma, but you saw how quickly Yzma got the palace under control... Granted, that's probably partially due to them not caring about Kuzco's 'death', but my point still stands-)

These are my votes! If I got your OC's wrong, I apologize xD but this was fun to do! ^^

I love these so much!!!

Especially Jane Doe as Nala and Rena and YZMAAAAAA absolutely perfect and I love it so so so much XDD

And hey, maybe Poppy should threaten Peycho with a broom in some of our AU's 😅😅😅😆 Even the regular timeline.

OMG!! That Percy and Penny bit is so CUTE! XD I must know how Psycho would respond to that XD I must have Smartass, Greasy or Wheezy walk by and laugh-

And Shiny as Meg <3<3<3 I feel so soft about that. Obviously that is perfect XD ^^

Thank you so so much for sharing!!

[peach-and-bugs]

Need to hear more thoughts about mistylot, please? 👀

I wrote a whole blurb about them thinking it was saved, only for my laptop to unexpectedly reboot when I took a break, so this is my second time writing this lol

Why I love MistyLot and why it should be canon

✰ so, I'm personally the fondest of teen MityLot, specifically after Lottie gets her shit rocked by Shauna in s2 ep7, bc Misty gets to do what she does best, and that's taking care of someone who has no choice but needing her!

✰ Lottie is someone who clearly didn't have very present people in her life. She was kind of given the "money instead of parenting" kind of treatment if you get me. She had everything she could want, except for her parent's attention. I like to think her mother tried her best, as we do see her show concern for her daughter, but ultimately her father controls the family dynamic

✰ and then we have Misty who we know next to nothing upbringings, except that her parents are in the medical field. I personally headcanon that her parents were a really sweet and doting couple, but almost to the point of being overbearing. Misty gets her craving for attention from her parents because she's grown up with that dynamic and thinks it's completely normal. But they also taught her the importance of taking care of the people you love by any means necessary

✰ While this definitely isn't the healthiest dynamic, (but let's face it, who actually has a healthy dynamic in Yellowjackets?) in a weird way it works for the two of them. Misty has someone to look after and care for while Lottie gets what she perceives as positive attention for a change

✰ The attention Lottie gets out in the wilderness isn't what she wants. She didn't mean to start some religion surrounding the wilderness. It just kind of happened given that she was off of her medication and was delusional, also while being surrounded by fellow delusional girls

✰ But Misty isn't delusional. She doesn't believe in anything supernatural when it comes to the wilderness. It's like a game of make-believe to her and she enjoys playing that game with Lottie, but I don't see it in a manipulative way. I think ultimately she understands Lottie's delusions and knows she's sick. She knows that Lottie is fragile both mentally and then physically after the fight, so she takes on this caring role for her

✰ And I think over time, this dynamic turns into a messed up kind of love where they don't know if it's really love, but they find comfort in one another regardless, so it must be something

✰ I also kind of see it how Lottie sees religion. When Lottie was baptized in the lake, she didn't do that because she suddenly believed in god and wanted to convert to Christianity. She was scared of what was happening around her and how she was seeing her world, but she had this person giving her an "explanation". If she could believe she was getting visions from god, it made the reality less scary. Misty and Lottie's "love" is very similar for both of them

✰ this became a lot more analytical than I originally planned on writing, but if you want more sweet dynamic stuff let me know! I think these two would make such a weird, fun couple together

[whiskawaybelf]

Little snippet of the modern AU Eothiriel fanfic.

Purely chaotic mid twenties shenanigans and the total opposite of Four Rings. Writing it probably shouldn't be this much fun

Éowyn grinned at her and leaned over, she pressed her nail into the edge of Lottie’s lip and put her lipstick back within the lines. She told Lottie to open her mouth and she put a pill inside, Lothíriel washed it down with the rest of her drink and asked if Éowyn wanted another. The girl shook her head, “My brother is almost here, I’ll let him get it. He’s moved up a tax bracket this year, he can afford it.”

Lottie didn’t hear most of that, the music was very loud, she just saw the head shake and shrugged. She’d never met Wynn’s brother, he lived in Australia where his sister’s delightful accent came from and most of Éowyn’s family looked equally blonde. She knew the two were close, she wasn’t sure why Éomer couldn’t make more time for his sister. Éowyn was wonderful and she went through moods. Highs and lows, Lottie knew some of it but not all and she judged her friend’s family harshly for only ever calling her on the phone. It was the bare minimum. 

But in this case, if she heard what Wynn actually said, she would have happily pointed out that Éowyn currently lived off her trust fund. She could afford to buy her own drinks.

Lothíriel sighed at the chaos of the bar, she tossed her long hair back, wriggled her dress down a little bit and began to press her way through the mess of people. When she got to the bar she very slightly pushed her arms together, hoping to make something that looked like cleavage happen. She was already irritated by the time she got two bottles of water and another vodka soda but when the machine flashed a decline and the bartender looked to her expectantly she moved on to genuinely frustrated. Her boss had a random schedule for paychecks which amounted to ‘when I feel like it’. Now she was out of money, about to explore whatever trip the random pill would take her on and she’d have nothing until Isolde ‘felt like’ depositing something in her account. 

She saw a man put up a hand, he asked to add a beer and two tequila shots to the mix and tapped his card before she could protest. She turned to look at him, “You didn’t need to do that,” she said.

He pointed to his ear, pretended he couldn’t hear her and handed her the shot. 

“Tequila is certainly… a choice,” but she took the lime and put the salt obediently on her hand, took her shot and licked the salt off. She groaned. 

“You survived, well done,” either the tequila was very strong or her trip was starting. He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen and she felt she spent ages looking at them. 

“Beggars, choosers,” she said with a grin, “I appreciate it, I’ll get cash out, pay you back.”

“With your declined card?”

“With… something, eventually.” 

“It’s a gift,” his eyes drifted down to her chest, “Someone should appreciate your efforts. Couldn’t let you go thirsty after all that work.” 

She blushed. It seemed like even the glitter on her face turned pink, “It’s a vicious world,” she stepped in a bit closer so she could hear him. So he could hear her, “Sometimes you have to do things you’d be embarrassed if someone saw. Other than a bartender. Who you hope does see.”

“It sounds complicated,” he agreed and looked back down to see if it was really that complicated, it wasn’t, “I can’t pour you a drink but I can get you one.”

“You’ve already-”

“Oh no, you’ll have to get my attention again. It’s vicious out here.”

She laughed then, covered her red face and tipped her head back in disbelief. A warm hand touched her hip, she looked down and he was grinning at her.

“Or this one can be on me. You’ll get the next round.” 

“We both know I won’t.”

“Then I guess that one is on me too,” his hand left her hip and she involuntarily stepped forward, her body tried to chase it. Her mind wasn’t really trying to slow her down either. 

“I’m getting the feeling you’d like to get me drunk, handsome stranger and one: it’s a very bad idea, two: I can’t leave my friend there alone. I have the keys and she’ll end up in Newcastle or something.”

“One: I am handsome, thank you,” he looked to the bartender, held up two fingers and handed his card in to start a tab, “Two: she’s waiting for her water,” he nodded at the water bottles that technically belonged to him. Lottie was momentarily defeated.

When the shots came back and it was tequila again, she raised her eyebrows, “Is this a punishment for objectifying you?” He pointed to his ear again, would she like to say it again? She shook her head and reached obediently for her drink. He stopped her. In a show of pure brazeness that took her breath away, he took her hand, licked the spot where salt went, sprinkled her liberally, he took his shot with his eyes on her, she barely tasted her own. She was going to fuck a stranger tonight. She would never hear the end of it. 

He tipped her chin up and looked at her eyes, “You took something fun.”

She nodded, shrugged, “My friend… she’s never met a pill she didn’t like. Or a friend she wouldn’t share it with.”

“I could be a friend,” he said. 

“You could be an excellent friend,” she agreed and tipped her head to where she left Éowyn, a warm hand touched the small of her back, he held his beer carefully out of the way and blocked the crowd from her. God, she really was going to fuck a stranger.

She caught sight of Wynn but her friend’s face lit up, she yelled, “Éomer!”

Lothíriel looked around, behind her. Realised only when the warm hand left her back and Wynn had thrown herself into his arms that Éomer was her handsome stranger, he had a name. The lights got very pretty and the music felt very nice, this might be a problem. She was definitely going to fuck Éowyn’s brother. Definitely.

[iamnotawomanimagod]

yayy you watched yellowjackets 💕💕 if you don't mind me asking.. do you already have fave characters /ships?

Sorry I left this waiting for a bit! I actually wanted to watch a second time before I answered, haha.

I'm SO obsessed with Yellowjackets, I've been thinking about it so much since I finished it. It only took me two days to mainline all ten episodes, and I was hooked from the very first scene. So thank you for posting about it, because if you (and a few others) hadn't, I never would've discovered it!

It's so hard to choose a favorite character, I love them all so much. They're all so compelling, and fucked up, and strangely likeable despite all of their very evident flaws. Even with how manipulative and single-minded they can all be, I still feel so much for them because of everything they went through as teens, and because the actresses (the adult versions and teen versions) are doing such an incredible job of making their characters believable.

My heart is telling me that Natalie is my favorite. I've always had a soft spot for jaded alternative girls (Octavia Blake, Effy Stonem, Nico Minoru, Rue Bennett - the list is endless) and I feel like Natalie is so tragically lovable. Getting to see that horrible bit of backstory about her home life, and her father's death, just made it so painfully clear why Nat was messed up before she even got on that plane. It makes who she becomes as an adult all the more understandable, and heartbreaking.

And yet, I think she manages to (at least, so far as the story stands post s1 and pre s2) maintain her levelheadedness, kindness, and compassion in places where the other girls resort to impulse, cruelty, and carelessness, especially when it comes to the way they all deal with their grief after the crash. Plus I just love a burnout druggie character, y'all. They hit me where I live, and when it's done well, I'm pretty much doomed to love that character regardless. (Let's not examine the "why" of that one too closely, lol.)

That being said, I still love all of the others. I don't really have anyone I truly dislike. The closest might be Misty, but I love how batshit insane she is, and how chaotic her character is, because it adds a lot more tension and conflict. But she's definitely the character I'd want to like, kick it with the least. I hope we find out more about Van, Lottie, Mari, and Akilah next season. I really like the core four, but I'm also very curious about the others who were in the crash.

In terms of ships, only a small amount of time in the Yellowjackets tags tells me that my tastes are very common. I LOVE Shauna/Jackie (god the angst and pain and absolute heartbreak,) really loved seeing Taissa/Van (the whole wolf incident + everything that happened after was so horrible and then so touching,) and have a very fun time imagining Natalie/Misty (adult versions) as a very chaotic couple.

I can't wait until s2, I feel so bad for everyone who has had to wait this long. I don't know how I'm going to manage with one episode a week! This show was unbelievably binge-able and such a wild ride, from moment one to the very end.

Thanks for the ask! I can't wait to chat with you about s2 soon!!

[supernaturalfangirlworld]

Some thoughts on episode 8

I finally watched it! Yay?

I wasn’t always the biggest fan of the present time storyline but it was definitely needed this episode. Like a fun break. I can’t with Lottie saying therapy won’t help. Actually yes it probably would (to some extent). None of you actually talked about it, or processed it properly. They are giving up without trying.

The hallucinations were terrifying, before them it didn’t really sink in that they are starving, sure we knew, but the effects weren’t that obvious.

I think letting javi drown was incredibly fucked up. I am also team they choose to do that, not the wilderness. If anything the wilderness equals their trauma. And yes I blame nat as well. Sure she would have died otherwise. Which is fucked up and horrible obviously but letting someone else die instead isn’t great even in those circumstances (although i obviously blame her a lot less than the rest/ misty. I can understand why she did it. Still not amazing and I have no idea how her and Travis even had a thing after this). I am a little surprised how attached misty is to past nat. Maybe because she knows they actually need her in order to survive. Winter is ending at some point. And they can hunt again.

Honestly would have been better for javi to stay away. Or run away again. I am wondering wether coach might stay there (this is how he can survive hahah) but I am guessing he is who nat is talking to in the promo and he is going to die next episode.

And those bones? Either some animal or the baby. And judging how shocked coach was I am guessing the baby. But honestly is eating a dead baby actually worse than killing a fully conscious, thinking, feeling human being? Like nat. Like javi. And then eating them?

This season truly was about the death of their innocence (javi, the baby).

During the earlier episodes I wondered why Travis wasn’t onboard with the cult stuff after being so into it, and thought that either Lottie was wrong and javi was dead or sth bad happened. Guess this episode confirmed my suspicion

I love how supportive Jeff is he turned out to be a loving himbo, but I am going to be honest after seeing those pictures he should probably take Callie and leave. Sorry. Of course the others understand, they did similar shit, they are also messed up, but he just read about some of it. He wasn’t pregnant and he wasn’t there when she lost the baby. He knows that she is dangerous and shouldn’t he think about/ prioritize Callie?

Also I don’t like past van. She is always so into this shit. And contrary to shauna, misty and tai i haven’t seen enough of her to get her pov, to feel for her.

[dreamwritesimagines]

if ever you wanted to surprise us with a chapter before sunday i think this next chapter would be an excellent one to do so 🙈 and i dont think i’m alone in that sentiment… also, i just saw your response to the CMA anon and absolutely WHAT do you mean “when the actual angst hits n ben messing up happens” like no i’m sorry no i cannot do that you will be receiving the bill for my er visit after those chapters bc i fear my heart will have irreparable damage to it once that happens 😭😭 (and i live in america so it’ll be one hefty sum of $$) i hope you’re prepared for that 🙄

no but seriously this chapter was so good 🥰

my heart fr dropped to my ass when lottie showed up n told clover about the duel, i’ve never been so upset by a fictional character 💀 like how could he tell anyone BUT clover the news first?? i get that they’re besties or whatever but what happened to the LOVE benedict like cmon that is your WIFE, you absolute fool

i’m EXCITED for clover to tear his ass up, he deserves it 🙄 i kinda love what cma anon said about clover leaving the house and going to her aunt’s or josie’s for a few days… that’s probably letting him off easy cause knowing clover she could fully explode if she wanted to… although i want to believe so badly that she’s healed (at least a little bit, i feel like being around someone as gentle and kind as ben would have that effect) and grown emotionally that she wouldn’t fully crawl back into her shell i still fear that ben not telling her will have catastrophic consequences 😭

the next chapter will be painful for us all and you’ll sit there laughing evilly like i’m sure you do every time watching the messages and comments flood in… in my mind you are this 😈 emoji personified

i didnt realize i had this much to say 😭 all in all, excellent chapter, chefs kisses, two italian hands (yk when they do this 🤌) and dare i say slay the house boots down houston i’m deceased.

Omg I mean I would love to darling but I haven't even started writing the next chapter yet 😂

Loll when the actual angst hits...😏 I have so so many plans for that! ❤️ But it'll be fun! 😈

Oooh I'm glad you brought that up because I want to ask you guys what you think about it ❤️ I actually don't think Benedict even considered telling Clover about the duel? 😏 Like, the whole reason why he told Charlotte is that 1)they're besties 2)she showed up when he was there 3) he was still riding the adrenaline wave 😁

i want to believe so badly that she’s healed (at least a little bit, i feel like being around someone as gentle and kind as ben would have that effect) This is a really good point! ❤️ I agree, being around him helped her heal just a little but not completely yet 😏 So she will be furious at him for putting himself in danger like that ❤️

the next chapter will be painful for us all and you’ll sit there laughing evilly like i’m sure you do every time watching the messages and comments flood in… in my mind you are this 😈 emoji personified I AM SCREAMING OMG-

Can I just say that you're absolutely right? 😂 You should see me after an angsty chapter checking them, because I am like;

Darling I absolutely love this, thank you so so much! ❤️❤️ You're so awesome! ❤️❤️❤️

[ravenadottir]

ok i just replayed season 1 and like... i am Generally not into the poly thing but holy shit jake/mc/rohan and jake/mc/talia are my DREAM. do you have any ships that you think would be better with more than two participants? (this is also lowkey how i feel about bobby/mc/priya and lottie/mc/gary which ik is probably not a popular opinion lmao)

romantic trios i ship

you know what?? i agree with you!

jake, rohan and mc would asolutely be a dream team! although i don't think talia would be involved with jake because of their lack of chemistry, maybe mc being in the middle of things would set that throuple on fire lol

but yes! if we think about it it could work, because sometimes a relationship doesn't move forward due to the lack of balance, right? like gary and lottie. they don't work together in a couple, but adding mc, depending on her personality, might just be the finishing touch.

so, this is my list of ships i would like to see:

gary x bobby x mc. the chats alone are reason enough for me to want this. it's my very first ship when weekly releases were still happening and i stand by it. they have a way to talk to each other that reminds me of "goofy meets goofier" and i love it. plus, mc would be there to mature things up, besides having tons of fun with them. the banter about food... while gary makes fun of bobby's instagram feed, bobby would make fun of gary's feeding habits. i'm pretty sure gary has a balanced diet and avoids certain things, but if he was in a relationship with bobby and mc he would gain a few pounds, reason enough for bobby to call him garebear.

lucas x henrik x mc. i don't think i need to explain this one, but still. i got another ask, about lucas and a sunshine girl getting together and how the dynamics would be amazing. i think that's what convinced me henrik and lucas would be a great couple. henrik is all about the 💕😝🥺🌸💐🌷 and lucas is like 🕶💣🔪🖤🌩, and i love that trope. lucas would be soft for only two people, and those are henrik and mc.

lucas x kassam x mc. UM, yeah. this is probably my favorite impossible ship. kassam and lucas share too many similar opinions about so many things it's a shame they didn't have a chance to meet in the villa. while lurik is a protective relationship, kassam and lucas is more of "we mess with each other because we can handle it" kind of thing. and i don't have to say how hot it is to picture kassam and lucas teasing mc, come on!

ibrahim x noah x mc. please, i know rahim doesn't show signs of feelings towards boys, but if i can dream then this ship has to make the list. rahim is so warm, and so is noah. i reckon they would have some difficult to balance their feelings and would have to learn how to open up and talk about them, but despite of taking some work i think this is a great ship, warm and nurturing.

marisol x lucas x mc. EXCUSE ME BUT THIS IS SOMETHING I WANTED TO SEE IN THE GAME. listen, lucas might've been feeling some type of way about what marisol and rocco did, and that could be the reason why he chose mc and didn't stay coupled up with marisol. once the villa is in the past i reckon lucas and marisol would actually be a good fit, especially if mc is in the middle. somehow i imagine she's the balance the relationship needs.

chelsea x henrik x mc. best time mc would have in her life, periodt. it's like having twice as much "what do you mean by 'thingy that mixes?" but i would still like to see it. they're both so loving and caring, and i don't have to mention the weekends would be adventurous every time. chelsea would want to drag them to the stores to check new things for their place but henrik insists a climb would be more perfect. bickering over what to do but giving in to the other and having a giant schedule in the hallway, to make sure everyone remembers everything, would be so funny, and probably accurate.

carl x lucas x mc. i just love how much lucas would actually be able to make carl come out of his shell. i think i wrote something like this in the past (or it could've been a cough syrup dream) but i think a throuple with these two is the ultimate fantasy and i won't budge. lucas is just daring enough to tease carl, and mc is daring enough to tease lucas, it all fits. plus, the two boys have very similar taste for everything and loves sophistication. this might be my favorite because of how opposites they are.

[hopeshoodie]

Okay crack idea where shannon looks at mc and is like my chances are way better with her than rahim soooo and they couple up and shannon is playing but she also likes mc

Okay but listen!! That would’ve been the smartest decision Shannon could’ve made! 

We know Rahim was a tactical decision as was attacking Jo so severely, but what if Shannon had taken a step back and realized she was losing the battle of keeping Rahim’s interest over Jo. If she had reconsidered doubling down, and instead taken inventory of all the islanders. Lottie and Gary were a whole mess she wasn’t interested in, Nope was going as strong as it could be, Marisol was an option but she was so enamored with Graham there’d be no way to turn her head (to Shannon’s eye), and now Rahim’s off the table.

Really the only OG islanders (who have the best shot at winning) are MC and Bobby. Shannon’s not personally into  Bobby’s vibe, but MC……. She’d seen the media surrounding rooting for MC. For my MC Sveta, there’d be a kind of poetic cinema of the two girls that Rahim left behind without giving them much closure fell in love. And especially since Sveta hadn’t really fallen for anyone else… It’s free real estate.

I’d love to think that Shannon would actually catch feelings, but in like 10 days? Probably not. Don’t get me wrong, once Shannon switches her focus and starts hanging out with MC way more they have so much fun. Shannon just has a way about her that draws out all of MC’s goofiness and joy, and ugh. I love her.

Maybe they have a big dramatic moment at the final recoupling where they get together, or maybe Shannon makes a bid for MC to switch and MC refuses, but if they win together (unlikely, but maybe MC just IS that popular).

Shannon would 100% give me the drama of the century I so desperately want- she’s taking the money. Absolutely shocking, devastating, and mortifying (but lowkey Sveta is less crushed than she should be, because now she doesn’t have to feel bad about sleeping with Noah).

[winterscaptain]

three’s company.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: and here we are! the final installment of the ajf 100 arc. this takes place right after mosley lane in season five, and from here on i promise we’ll see some happier days :) i can’t thank you all enough for coming on this adventure with me, as hard and fraught as it was. 

an ajf fic arc that happily stands on its own! (the pieces stand alright on their own as well, for the most part!) one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

words: 1.6k warnings: none!

summary: “let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.” - william shakespeare, the tempest

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | requests closed!

“You’d never believe it, Hales. The sass on your kid these days is unreal.” A laugh leaves you as you lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “He pulled one right out of your book the other day with Aaron when he told him it was time to come in out of the snow...” 

It’s just one of those Saturdays where you needed to talk to her. Not for any particular reason, but just knowing that if this was any other timeline, the two of you would sit out in the breakfast nook in the big house, watching the snow fall and the sun set as the February evening wore on. 

There’s a crunch of snow under day-off boots behind you, but you ignore him and continue talking, just as you would if she were here. 

“We miss you. I think the weirdest thing so far was skipping your Christmas present. Had it all wrapped and everything and then I remembered you wouldn’t be there.” You look up, taking a little breath. “Had a good cry about that one.” 

“It is getting better though, all things considered…” You trail off, not sure what to say. Sharing silence with a headstone is a little less companionable than the alternative. 

It wasn’t a lie, though. The grief didn’t overwhelm you now like it did those first weeks. It sometimes clocked you at the oddest of times, drawing a few tears (or more than a few) or a little smile. 

Sometimes, both. 

You huff a little laugh to yourself. “We had a really good case outcome last week. Found three kids who’d been missing, got them all back to their parents. It was just one of those that reminded us why we do it, you know?”

Aaron sits beside you without a word. 

“And you’d be proud of Aaron, Haley. He’s saddling the rest of us with the paperwork and going home early, most nights. It’s kind of impressive. Though, I know it’ll wear off and he’ll be back on his bullshit soon enough.” 

There’s a snort from beside you, and you finally acknowledge him. 

“Tell me it isn’t true and I’ll take it back,” you say, looking over at him.

He shrugs. “Can’t. But then again, you’d never lie to Haley and you’d never lie to the dead, so we’re two for two, there.”

You smile at him for a moment, gesturing vaguely to the headstone. “We were just catching up.”

“Of course. I thought it would be one of those days.”

“Where’s the kiddo?” You look over your shoulder, halfway expecting Jack to be playing somewhere in the snow. 

“Helping Jess with dinner.” He addresses Haley’s headstone. “Hear that, Hales? Your son is helping with dinner, now.”

You both pause, acknowledging the laughter you know you’d get if she were here. 

Looking over at him, you wryly note, “Yeah, see, Jack might be helping with dinner, but you still aren’t. What’s your excuse?”

“I have been sent to bring you to the apartment for dinner by request of my son and my sister.”

You tut at him with a little smile “Nice to see Jess has been promoted.”

He rolls his eyes. 

+++

The first time the entire team gathers at Dave’s after the New Year is a refreshing return to something that feels halfway normal.

You’ve got Henry in your lap so JJ can actually eat something. He’s messing around with one of the rubik’s-cube-like toys Spencer got him for Christmas. To everyone’s delight, the novelty of them has yet to wear off and they’ve saved the entire Jareau-La Montagne household a couple of meltdowns. 

“How’s he holding up?” JJ asks between bites.

You glance over at Hotch, on the floor with one leg outstretched and the other tucked underneath him. Jack’s holding his attention, explaining some advanced maneuver with his army men. “He’s doing alright. Better every day, I think, but there will always be bad days.” 

She hums. “And Jack?”

You shrug, catching Henry’s toy before it can fall from your lap. “He’s still adjusting, of course, but Jess is doing a great job at keeping up with his routines.” 

“Actually, that’s really all kids need at Jack’s age, other than socialization and physical affection,” Spencer says. “The retention of a consistent routine is key to development after the toddler stages of childhood.” 

You toss a grin over your shoulder. “Thanks, Spence.” 

He shrugs. “It’s just true.” 

JJ huffs a laugh and puts her napkin on the table. You pass Henry back to her, and he’s more than happy to tuck back against her chest. 

Dave, a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder, takes your plate. You follow him back into the kitchen, turning the water on and starting on the silverware while he tackles the glasses. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. 

Your brow furrows. “Yeah. Why?”

He glances over his shoulder. “Just not used to seeing you so far from Aaron, is all. Fifty feet is quite a far distance for a shadow to cover, don’t you think?” 

With an eye roll: “Give me a break, Rossi.”

He raises his soapy hands as if to surrender, but you know he’s not even close to done. “I’m just sayin.’” He relents after a moment. “There’s only so much the rest of us can do for him.” 

“What do you mean?” You direct your question at the dishes, remaining studiously focused on your task. 

Unlike you, he pauses, turning square to face you. “For a pair of profilers...You know what? It’s not worth it.”

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Aaron stamps the snow off his boots and hangs his coat and scarf on the hook by the door, fresh from an afternoon of errands and paperwork at the office. 

Belatedly, he realizes he missed the fort in the living room when he first came through the door. The couch cushions and dining chairs have all been arranged in an elaborate configuration, supporting the duvet stolen from Aaron’s bed and a fair few flat sheets from the hall closet. All the linens are secured with carefully knotted neckties, or pinned together with some spare clothespins you found God-knows-where.  

Creeping forward, he picks up the corner of what he imagines is a door flap by design. 

In the dark of the fort, he finds you and Jack curled together on your sides around the portable DVD player. Jack’s out like a light - his little hand pressed against his cheek where it rests on your arm. You’re awake, waiting for him. 

Aaron finds your eyes. You smile a little and keep your voice at a whisper. “He’s only been sleeping about twenty minutes or so. He wore himself out playing architect, so I figured a quick nap wouldn’t keep him up too late.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Aaron assures you in a whisper with an equally small smile. “I’m just glad he had fun today.” 

“Yeah.” You arc an arm over Jack’s shoulders and brush at the feathered hair on his forehead. Returning your gaze to Aaron, you playfully (and quietly) ask, “Want to join us for another movie, or are you too old for stuff like this?”

He shakes his head, a real, genuine smile on his face. It’s the first one you’ve seen in a while and it warms you beyond measure. 

When he stoops inside, he rests his head on your calf and his hand on his son. You gingerly stretch for another DVD, and Aaron takes over the logistics after you hand it over - replacing the disk, lowering the volume, and starting the next movie. 

In the quiet darkness, you think of Haley. A few tears slip out of the corners of your eyes, landing between your temple and your arm. You don’t dare move for fear of waking Jack, but it’s as if Aaron can read your mind. He lifts his head just so, finding your lashes inexplicably wet in the light from the screen. 

Your eyes flicker down to his and your close-lipped smile is shaky. 

His eyes narrow. What’s wrong? 

Nothing. You shake your head just a little. I just miss her. 

You watch the inside of his lip pinch between his teeth as his mouth presses into a thin line. 

A trembling breath leaves you as you refocus on the screen, your fingers playing with the hem of Jack’s sleeve as he sleeps. 

Aaron watches you for a moment. He thinks perhaps you are the only person alive who understood what was between him and Haley - the love, the tiffs, the history. Somehow, you managed to see right through them, right through him, right through her, to the heart of it. 

He’s sure you love his son like your own. He remembers the desperate way you held his son when you found him in that trunk. It was that day - when he saw the panic flash across your face when you realized you hadn’t seen Jack, hadn’t found him - he realized that you’d kill, risk life and limb, drop everything, for Jack. 

That day tested you as well. If you thought too long about it, you could still taste the metallic tang of anger in the back of your mouth when you thought about Foyet getting his hands on Jack. It was that overwhelming flood of emotion that brought you to the same conclusion. 

Now, the secure weight of Jack in your arms lulls you into a kind of bone-deep peace. 

You let your eyes close, falling into the sheer comfort of the moment. After a few minutes, Aaron follows suit.

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