#pre crash lottie

[faychived]

Pre-crash/pilot Lottie

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[adallinda]

Pre-crash Lottie is the typa partner I need in life

[lottluvs]

can we please get more pre-crash lottie in season 3 . . i beg . .

PRE CRASH LOTTIE I MISS YOU :(

[karfild]

my beautiful princess with disorder

[nataliesscatorccio]

Shauna and the baby were probably both going to die. depending on your interpretation of the dream realm, maybe for a time Shauna did die. something brought her back, or kept her from staying there. but it wasn't Mari's "wilderness, I hope Shauna doesn't die" or Travis' well intended but useless blood magic (recall Lottie "can't this just be enough? please?" it was never enough) or even the baby's death covering the symbol on the blanket in blood. those are futile hopes and bargains. the baby was already doomed. and the wilderness doesn't trade, we know this. it chooses. someone has to die. it took Crystal and spared Shauna. Shauna thinks she's been snubbed by the group and by extension the wilderness when it takes Javi and Nat is crowned, but what she fails to see is that she was chosen first. she keeps being chosen! not to die, to live. Coach Martinez dying to put her oxygen mask on. Jackie dying to later feed her. the wilderness taking Crystal (where is her body? it belongs to the wilderness now) to get Shauna through a dangerous labor. Nat dying in her place as the queen of hearts twenty-five years later. maybe it always did like Nat best, but it killed for Shauna first. and it kept killing for her. for girls like Shauna (and for girls like the Wilderness) isn't that just the shape love makes? a knife wound.

[lottluvs]

Shinpads and kisses. ( ⚽️ )

lottieshauna week 2024 day 1: soccer ⚽️ 🥅 ( @lottieshaunaweek2024 )

pairing : lottieshauna , crushing shauna , bold lottie , district game , one shot , fluff , sloppy-ish kissing .

summary : a good luck charm even as a small gesture becomes the reason they win the game , and maybe that gesture blooms into opportunity . .

updated 11/12/24 : I added more to this fic due to it being too short , enjoy!

lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism 🌱

a/n : two posts in one night wow ! on top of that it’s for lottieshauna week ! I love these two my skurnkiesskkgnsgng

“Hey Shauna, do you wanna swap a shinpad?” 

Lottie Matthews and Shauna Shipman sat in the girls locker room at WHS, their school was hosting the district game this year, and it was about an hour before the girls would start practicing for their game.

“Swap a your sweaty shinpad for my sweaty shinpad?”

Lottie played defender, and Shauna played midfielder, two very different roles. One pushes the ball away from the goal by clearing it, the other carries it up for the forwards to push up and score. 

“Yeah it’s like for good luck, and we wear the same sized shinpad so it shouldn’t hurt our performance, unless you’re irked out by sweat or something.”

Though they were never too close on the field unless playing full defense, there would always be something, some sort of tension between them, not negative tension, but some sort of longing. Lottie would sometimes get distracted looking at Shauna, and Shauna would sometimes be distracted by Lottie. Nonetheless, outside of the games and practices, they’d be seen having conversations off and on about soccer, who would be where for the next game, and what drama would come up.

“No actually, that sounds fun, here, let me grab it!”

As the girls left the locker room, Shauna and Lottie held pinkie fingers, despite the opposing team having crowd favorite, they knew no matter what, the game would be great. 

“Tell you what Shauna, if we win this game, ill have a surprise for you.”

As the game hit the fourth quarter, the teams were tied 4-4, and the opposing team swapped their forwards, pushing an offensive threat, trying to score in due time. Lottie however, was fast enough to clear the ball that was passed… using Shauna’s shinpad to stop the ball, and similarly, when the ball cleared from Lottie in the air, Shauna used Lottie’s shinpad to stop the ball, running it up the sideline, not pushing offsides, and scoring, pulling the district win for the Yellowjackets. 

As the team rushed to hug Shauna, she had her eyes set on one person, one person jogging over with her stupid quirky smile. Pushing through the girls, Shauna and Lottie connected arms faster than any ball had been scored on the field, the cheering echoing through the crowds was enough to tell them how well Shauna did, and they were both proud of one another, of the team, of the Yellowjackets.

“I’m so proud of you Shauna!!” Lottie shook Shauna in her arms.

“I’m proud of us.” She replied hugging her tighter.

And just like that, the girls were set for nationals.

~

Later on in the locker room, full of the echos of “good games,” and affirmations, Lottie and Shauna stood in front of one of the mirrors in the back, wiping their faces off and brushing their hair through enough to survive another hour until they got to shower. Shauna exchanging glances of anticipation to Lottie, who caught wind of her questioning demeanor. There was something about way Shaunas eyes lingered a little too long on the curve of Lotties shoulders, the way her damp hair clung to her neck. There was a sharpness to the way Shauna watched—like she was trying to commit every detail to memory, trying to pretend it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Every motion Lottie made seemed to be in slow motion. The easy way they slipped into their clothes, the casual flick of a towel over their shoulder—it all made something stir in Shauna, a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of the room.

“Waiting for something?” Lottie murmured,

“You said you had a surprise for me.”

Lottie giggled at Shaunas words as she grabbed her by the wrist and gently pulled her toward the dim shower rooms, looking around to make sure no one was in their line of view, then pulled a curtain blocking them from the rest of the world.

“Lottie? Is there something you need to tell me?” Shauna chuckled, unable to read the expression on the dark haired girl in front of her.

“Shauna..” Lottie pushed her into the wall, back gently settling into the tiles. Raising a hand to graze her cheek, the left hand homing itself on Shauna’s hip. Her face drawing itself in slowly. As Shauna was about to give in, something stopped her.

“Wait— there’s something I need to tell you first.” She squeaked, placing a hand on Lottie’s chest. “Lottie- I don’t know how to say this, but-“

Shauna’s words faltered, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at Lottie’s face, her heart pounding too loudly in her ears. She felt an inexplicable pressure building between them, an undeniable force pulling her closer, like the space between them was shrinking with each passing second.

Lottie’s gaze softened, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, but there was something unreadable in her eyes—curiosity, anticipation, maybe a little concern. Shauna felt her hands trembling, but she couldn’t look away.Shauna took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “ I think I might—” She swallowed hard, suddenly too aware of how close they were, of how the air seemed thick with everything left unsaid.

Lottie tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching Shauna’s face, her lips parting as if to say something. The air between them felt heavier now, charged with an almost tangible pull. Lottie's body was inches from Shauna's, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the heat of her skin almost burning through the thin fabric of her shirt. She could feel the soft brush of Lottie's breath on her face, the faintest scent of shampoo and the lingering warmth of the room making her head spin.

Her lips parted, barely an inch from the taller girl, as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat, or maybe she was just waiting for Lottie to speak first. Her eyes flickered between Shauna's lips and her eyes, an unspoken need in the way she held Shauna's gaze, as though she was silently pleading for something more. The longer Shauna stayed still, the more Lottie seemed to lean in, her body inching closer with every breath, drawn by some magnetic force neither of them could deny. The space between them was narrowing, the air electric, and Shauna knew, without a doubt, that Lottie was waiting for her to close that final gap.

“I think I love you.” Shauna whispered, her voice barely audible but full of the weight of everything she hadn’t said until now.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you to say that..” She chuckled, finally closing the gap, lips crashing and fitting like a glove. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if both were testing the waters. But as the heat between them grew, something shifted, an unspoken surrender. The kiss deepened, a quiet urgency threading through their movements, and the world around them seemed to fall away, until all that existed was the soft pressure of lips and the electric pull of each other's presence. Time itself felt suspended, the rhythm of their breaths merging into something that felt like an unspoken promise. It was as though they were no longer two separate people, but one shared heartbeat, synchronized in a moment that stretched into longing, faster, hands travelled, and noises broke barriers, and just as Lottie pulled away, Shauna whined.

“I love you too Shauna, I’m so glad you feel the same.” She panted, saliva around her mouth.

The two smiled, placing their foreheads together. Lotties hands still on Shaunas hips.

“Maybe that shinpad really was good luck.”

[alecsnekoda]

🐝 | buzz, buzz, buzz

[angelcakestarlet]

gold rush

van palmer x reader : the yellowjackets catch onto van's crush on their one of their teams cheerleaders

"van!", the whistle catches vans attention across the moist green field. "did you not see the ball coming straight for your god damn head?" coach martinez questions the dazed ginger. "focus come on!" coach blows the whistle to reset before she even gets the chance to get up. van might not be the tallest girl on the team, but she was the perfect pick for goalie. when the ball came towards that net she was a fiery cannon launching to protect the box. after their last game, 0-3, and an undefeated season, people started saying the game was rigged due to the yellowjackets goalie being psychic. while van was no psychic, she had a knack for predicting what her opponent would do next. according to her she "just goes with her gut". however, lately her 'gut' seems a little distracted.

each second van's eyes were not on the girls pursuing the net, they were on the girl's soccer team cheerleaders. particularly, you. van couldn't help simply 'observing' the way your skirt hiked up your soft thighs as you demonstrated your moves to the squad. or the way your ponytail sat high on your head and the sweat slipped down your neck... and that's how she ended up on the floor, soccer ball to the head with a sorry laura lee cowering over her. coach martinez yelling had caught your attention as you peered across the field to spot the redhead laying exasperated in her goalie box. you would be lying if you said you hadn't noticed her initially when you first began cheering for the team. her quick hands and strong calves from all the laps coach made them run around the field before practice. you were always the confident type, not shy when it came to boys, your team mates, and getting what you want. but van had a struck a different chord in you, one you were all too familiar with after watching bound with jennifer tilly and gina gershon in theaters that october. while your van halen and backstreet boys posters covered the fore front of your pink room, corky posters were plastered all over your closet. but corky was a character in a movie, you'd never gotten that feeling at the pit of your stomach from a girl in real life, right? well there was that time in eight grade when you and your friend practiced kissing for the winter formal. but that was one time; until now. that feeling in your stomach kicked in every time you got a look at the goalie and it ticked you off. the one time you wanted to put your cherry lip gloss adorned smile to work your nerves got the best of you. it was nearly winter break now and you had only spoken to van in passing during practice and games. your cheeks stung red recalling the night they won states, "maybe you're our lucky charm out there" she had rushed towards you still pumping adrenaline from the win, you cracked a smile in response before she corrected herself, "you and the rest of the girls of course".

now, you lightly jogged (not wanting to look too concerned) towards her and laura lee. "hey, are you ok? i could hear the ball thump against your head from all the way over there." she leaned up, making eye contact with you and chuckling, "are you calling me a hard head?" her teammates looked back at you two as they reset to their positions. "it was me, i really didn't mean to vanessa honestly!" laura lee apologized frantically. "it's alright laura lee, just go back before coach kicks both our asses". you offer van a hand to help her up, "thanks" she huffs out. at the first attempt of standing she wobbles and makes her way back to the ground, "shit i'm dizzy". "alright look l/n, take her to the nurse please. jackie pose as goalie for now." coach directs his attention to two of you as he notices van's state. you widen your eyes at his request as that feeling kicks in again causing your stomach to churn. you hesitantly agree and help van up once more with her arm propped up on your shoulder. "fuck i hate the nurse, misty quigley is always in there with her." you giggle, "i'm guessing misty is the last thing you want to see right now." "when does anyone want to see misty quigley?" you nod in agreement, every encounter with misty is never something you look forward to. "i can take you to the locker room, i have some pain medicine and water in there if you just want to lay down for a second. without the presence of misty quigley of course." "why thank you, that sounds lovely" she says drowsily accompanied by that silly accent she puts on.

you practically drag van to the locker room and sit her down on the bench by your locker. "i think staring at your locker will only make my headache worse" van snickers referring to your locker decorated in bright pink paint and a big hair bow front and center. "hey, don't make fun of my locker. remember who just saved your life!" you pout at her. "sorry, sorry how could i forget. after all you are the teams lucky charm." she proclaims dramatically. "well is my squad the lucky charm or is it just me, cause if i remember correctly..." van lays down against the bench chuckling, "well you're the only one i pay any attention to at least". you pause while rummaging through your locker for some ibuprofen, turning to face the girl. she looks back at you, "what? hey, are you blushing or did you just get a little heavy handed with the powder today?" you bring your hands to your cheeks and feel the warmth against your skin. "i think you have a concussion van." you dismiss her flirty comments and hand her two ibuprofen and an unopened water bottle. "what makes you say that?" her fingers brushing against yours as she takes the pills, you roll your eyes at her sudden boldness. "you rarely speak to me and now you're saying that you pay attention to me?" the silence in the locker room stiff as you hear her swallow. "what can i say, i find it hard to talk to pretty girls." you stifle a giggle "woah you're totally blushing now, you can't deny it man". you turn to face her a smile plastered on your seemingly flushed face. "this is how you thank me for nursing you back to health?" you raise your eyebrows, "well what do you have in mind miss cheer captain?" she sits up leaning on her arms settled behind her. "stop getting hit in the head so that we make it to nationals." "it's kind of hard not to when you're out there in this little skirt," she takes the end of your pleated skirt between her fingers "what else am i supposed to look at?". if your stomach was churning before, it's like a battalion of butterflies at war in there now. "are you hitting on me, palmer?" you look up at her through your lashes. "would that be so terrible?" her face suddenly (nearly) serious. before you can answer, the door to the locker room swings open, all the girls piling in, sweaty and with dirt covered knees. "so what's the diagnosis, y/n, is she doomed?" nat's voice comes creeping around the corner. you get up quickly, shutting your locker and flattening your skirt. "definitely." van's eyes follow you as you leave. when the door shuts behind you, nat and lottie erupt in laughter. "does she know she is the reason for your little concussion?" they come up behind van, teasing her. "i'm injured, leave me alone!" the goalie rests her head against your pink locker and groans as her team mates share a round of "ooo''s amongst themselves.

thank u for reading :> i think van is super underrated and needs more fics, i love her!!! hope u enjoyed!

[onthwayhome]

something about rewatching s1 of yellowjackets, and catching glimpses and little moments of lottie and nat just seemingly always being near and like orbiting each other...

and then thinking about that one interview where sophie said that the bath scene is how they would’ve interacted pre crash... i just think we don’t really know the full extent of their realtionship and closeness. like the writers could really dive in on that, if they wanted to, and make lottienat canon, even though for me they already are

[petalsfordany]

sometimes a three pixel pic of lottie running after nat to walk to practice together can be something so personal

[sleepylittle-wolf]

Lottie Mathews.

[kvhasproblems]

Boy Next Door Part 2

Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 3

Summery: My whole life seemed to be perfectly planned out for me, the perfect family, the perfect house with a white picket fence, the perfect boy next door… the only problem is I can’t seem to take my mind off my best friend…

Warnings: Severe homophobia, discussion of weight and eating, reader has comphet, like hella slurs, super shity moms (I don’t think anyone has good parents in this show), bullying.

A/N: lol sorry this took so long I was putting off editing. Also I literally couldn’t think of a good reference so I just said Annie Wilkes but ignore how it doesn’t really fit.

Word Count: 2301

Very subtle background Jackie/Shauna and Lottie/Nat

At 15, I stopped hanging out with most of the friends my Mother picked for me. It was early September, soccer tryouts were coming up, and I was stuck eating lunch with Amy, Jessica and Angela. Shauna had gone to join the poetry club, and even though Jackie hated poetry, she couldn't let Shauna do anything on her own.

"I'm glad to see that Brandy's still ugly, too many people lost weight this summer." Angela sighed, pushing food away from her dramatically. I could see Jess immediately become self-conscious of the amount of food on her plate as she stared and moved it around with her fork.

They droned on about boys and diets and other topics my Mother begged me to care about, but I honestly couldn't care less, so I tuned them out, humming or nodding when they looked at me for my agreeance. It was only a few moments later when I spotted her walking into the cafeteria with Tai and Lottie. Van was only really friends with the girls on the team.

"Big surprise, the trashy dyke is still a trashy dyke." Amy preened as the other two girls let out malicious laughter. I felt my heart stop in my chest as my eyes whipped from Van to them.

"Wait, are you talking about Van?" I forced out, the crushing weight on my chest making it hard to breathe.

"I get you're on a soccer team with her, but come on Y/n, there is no way you don't see it." Jess seemed to taunt me.

"Omg, I bet she stares at you guys in the showers." The gaggle of girls burst into more laughter and mean comments, and I was seeing red.

"SHUT UP!" I stood up violently, slamming my tray down. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My breathing calmed down enough to hear how silent the whole room had gotten. The room seemed to be constricting my breathing as all the eyes seemed to track my every movement. I swayed for a moment, almost unsure how to proceed, but their words echoed in my head enough for me to know that I was done.

"You are horrible people. Truly horrible people, and one day I hope you stop hating yourselves so fucking much so you can stop making other people feel the way you do." I spit the words into their faces before I grabbed my bag and made a run for the doors. I heard a few sets of footsteps follow behind me, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to be alone to have some quiet.

I almost ran to the girls' bathroom before realizing that it was the worst place to be if you wanted to be left alone, so I went to the next best place. The change room. No one was using it because it was lunch, and the benches brought me a sort of comfort.

I was really only sitting for a few moments before I heard muffled whispers behind the door. It slowly creaked open as blue eyes peeked around the door to meet mine.

"Can.. can I come sit?" Van asked with a small smile. It seemed like all my words tumbled out during my outburst, so I just nodded.

Van came and sat beside me the way she has been recently, not too close but close enough, my knee sometimes touching hers, sending a sort of electric shock through my body.

"Sooo… you wanna tell me why you went all Annie Wilkes back there?" Van asks, slipping in a reference to the movie she showed me last week.

My heart dropped in my chest as their words came to the surface of my mind while I stared into her kind blue eyes that never fail to make someone smile.

"They are just assholes," I mumble out, unable to muster up the courage to tell Van what they said about her. "I hated being friends with them, and I'm just done with it."

"Well, good riddens." She said in a surprisingly good Southern accent. "I guess this just means more you have hang out with me more." She seemed to joke, but her gaze felt oddly serious. She bumped her knee into mine as she spoke, and I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to find their way to my stomach.

I wanted to say I was surprised when kids giggled and whispered as I walked down the halls the next day, but I wasn't. I know exactly what type of people Jess, Amy and Angela are. It wasn't until Jackie was suddenly grabbing my wrist and yanking me down the halls to the bathroom that I realized it might be worse than their normal, stupid little rumours.

"Ow! What the heck Jackie!" I snapped while rubbing my wrist. Shauna was going around checking the stalls to make sure no one was eves dropping. Once Satisfied with her search, she stood by the door as if to stop someone if they were to walk in.

"Polly said she heard from Bella, who heard from Alex, who heard from Ted, who heard from Allison, who heard from-"

"Wait, Polly heard from who?" I cut Jackie off, already confused.

"Polly said she heard from Bella who heard from- Oh never fucking mind, someone's spreading a rumour that you…" Jackie stumbled for a minute, looking to Shauna for help.

"That… that you slept with Coach Martinez to make sure you got a spot on Varsity this year." Shauna rushed out all in one breath.

"And so that Tai and Lottie would stay on JV so you could be a star player." Jackie finished for Shauna. If it was any other situation, Shauna would have ranted to you about how even though she works just as hard (and has better footwork by a mile), she's never included with Tai, Lottie, Jackie and I. No matter what she does, she always seems to fade into the background.

But it was not the time, and Shauna knew that it didn't matter what Jess, Amy and Angela thought of her soccer playing because they were trying to hurt me not her. Trying to turn my friends against me, making the whole school think I'm something I'm not. Possibly ruining whatever chance I had of making it to Varsity. My face went white, and my blood felt red hot; it seemed to burn my entire body from the inside out.

"Everyone knows that if you do make Varsity this year, it's because you ruled club this summer, not because you ‘slept’ with Coach." Shauna tried to reassure me with soft eyes and a pitying smile.,

"Plus, everyone knows you haven't even kissed Steven yet so there's no way in hell you'd sleep with a gross grown man." Jackie seemed to regret the words the moment she said them as I push past her violently and storm out of the bathroom, distinctly aware of the whispers as I pass.

I went directly to my first-period English and tried to drown myself in mellow dramatic poetry written by stupid men who could never understand what it's like to grow up a teenage girl in a small town, and at the moment, I wasn't sure anything could be worse.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on in a dream-like state, people's taunting stares and snide remarks nearly fading to background noise like the old lights that hummed in the classrooms. I dragged myself from class to class. Hiding in the bathroom instead of facing the cafeteria.

The final bell finally rang, and I'd never been happier in my life. For once, I actually wanted to go home. I pushed my way through the crowded halls to my locker, determined to get out of here in record speed when I saw her there. Standing in front of my locker, scanning the crowd with her beautiful blue eyes full of concern.

My heart stopped in my chest. I contemplated turning around and making a run for it while I still had time, but her eyes seemed to find mine like magnets. With my brain screaming run, I went up to my locker.

"Hey Palmer…" I mumbled out as she stepped aside so I could get to my locker.

"Hey lady, ruff day?"

"Something like that." I fiddled with my lock, messing up the code so I didn't have to look at her.

"Look, me and Nat are planning on heading to the creek later tonight if you wanna meet us there."

"What makes you think I wanna go to the creek with you and Nat." I snapped, immediately regretting it as I briefly saw the look on her face.

"Jeez, like I said, seems like you've had a ruff day, and I thought it might cheer you up, but ____ a girl for trying." She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her tone or the sweet, sickly pity that anyone else who came up to me had. "Teenaged girls are assholes, I think I know better than most people here."

How I got into this mess flashed before my eyes, and my gaze softened at once. I felt like an asshole.

"Yeah… look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, like you said.. shity day." My eyes met hers with a small smile, and her eyes lit up in that way that makes my heart flutter. "But yeah, I'm not doing much tonight so why not." Her smile widened

"Be there or be square lady."

To be completely honest, the creek always scared me a bit. The stories of missing girls and ghosts tales told at sleepovers and a strict mother had kept me far away from there until now. As I pulled my bike from the garage and biked past the perfect white fence that seemed to taunt me every time I saw it, I realized that I had no idea what people even did at the creek. I mean, the older kids threw parties, but I highly doubt that Van invited me to a party on a school night. Especially if this is to cheer me up.

I told my Mother I was going to Jackie's to do a group study for English. I knew that even if she called Jackie's mom, she wouldn't be there enough to answer the phone, the new pills she has strong enough to 'take away the toughest headache'. None of us missed the way that she looked at Jackie as she said that.

The closer I got to the creeks, the more my heart rate picked up, and I found myself almost giddy. The closer I got, the farther away my problems seemed to be. I chained my bike to a tree off the path and stood waiting. Van had called and told me to wait at the north side trail entrance at 7. I didn't know if I was early or if they were late as I stood waiting. It didn't really matter as they came to the clearing soon after, having walked as they lived closer than I did. I had never been to Van or Nat's house. Barely anyone has, and I think that Lottie is the only one who's ever actually been inside Nat's house at least.

"Hey guys." I tried to ignore the fluttering in my chest at the sight of them. (Again, this most definitely has absolutely nothing to do with Van)

"Hey, Y/n, sorry we're late." Van gave me a cheeky smile

"So, spot stealer, you ready?" Nat singsonged; she had no malice in her tone, but it still stung nonetheless. Van elbowed her hard in the ribs before giving her a dirty look.

"Too soon, my bad. It's not like anyone would believe that anyway. If they were trying to ruin your life, they should have come up with something a little more believable."

"Whatever… let's just get moving."

Any tension had melted away the moment Van had started talking about the girl who somehow got stuck at the bowling alley while she was working there that summer. No matter who was in the room, she seemed to enchant her works, making it irresistible to not burst out laughing at the climax of her stories. We'd been walking off the path along the creek for about 20 minutes. As the sun had almost fully set, small peaks of pastel orange slipped through the gaps in the trees.

Van led us to a bunch of large smooth rocks before sitting down. Nat sat on her left and me on Van's right. Nat pulled out a pack before passing one to me without a word. I hesitated slightly before grabbing it and the lighter.

"Since when do you smoke?" Van raised one eyebrow.

"I don't really, but at that party before school started, I sat with Nat out back."

"Oh, I thought you were with your stupid boyfriend all night." Though it came across as light-hearted, the look in Van's eyes lacked her normal sparkle, making the comment have a sort of bite to it.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I was quick to correct; it made my stomach feel achy, knowing that Van thought that. "And he's not stupid. He's just my friend."

Nat met my gaze with a knowing glance before staring at the way the water slid around the rocks in front of us. Part of me wanted to tell Van. But I'd much rather just drop the whole topic in general. Van seemed to catch on. She cleared her throat, digging at the dirt with a stick she found on the walkover.

"Did I ever tell you about the time that Nat got hit by a parked car?" A smile crept up onto Van's face as Nat groaned, shoving her lightly.

[owltrifecta]

i used to weave crowns. december 1995. left alone by their families, lottie and van spend the holidays together. platonic(ish) lottievan twoshot, 3.8k words so far. van POV.

It's snowing outside, all soft and fluffy like a cartoon, and Van feels hollow. The house is empty, and clean for the first time in weeks. She spent the morning hauling bags full of beer bottles to the curb, cleaning out the fridge, and scrubbing unidentifiable stains off of the bathroom tile. Now, every trace of Vicky Palmer's self-destruction is gone. With every conceivable chore crossed off Van's list, there's nothing to do but kill time. It's Christmas Eve. Her mom’s on a bender in Jersey City, and she can’t bring herself to intrude on the Turners and their happiness. So she resigns herself to spending a quiet holiday watching Home Alone for the umpteenth time and trying not to feel achy about a mom who would do anything to come home to her kid. She’s about to plop down in front of the TV and do just that when the phone rings.

[tanoroe]

my pre-crash lottie matthews addiction is getting horrific I need to revise psychology

[jackiietaylor]

this is my biggest loss btw