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◟  𐀶 .. ⠀GAMEZ megan skiendiel x reader

✟ paring megan skiendiel x fem! idol reader | ✮ warnings (swearing, yn is a member of adp, zero acknowledgements of who shall not be named cause…, lara being the therapist friend)

★ ͘ ⴰ in which megan finds out the girl that she’s been constantly playing games knows how to play gamez too

“video game lover we should with each other”

megan tugged at the hem of her oversized hoodie as she stepped out of the van into the pale morning light. the pavement glistened faintly from an earlier drizzle, and the air buzzed with that restless calm of a city that never truly sleeps.

the rest of her group had already disappeared into the building ahead, their promotional event for gnarley set to begin in under an hour.

but megan… megan had other plans.

she’d told yooncbae she’d be right behind her. that she just needed “a sec.” yet five minutes later, she was slipping around the corner of a quieter street, hood pulled up, phone clutched like a lifeline, trying to look casual while internally spiraling.

“why the hell did I do this?” she muttered, slowing her steps. “why did I think I could just… wander off and find a convenience store alone in freaking korea when I can barely order a coffee?”

the street signs above her head were no comfort, foreign syllables she squinted at but couldn’t make sense of.

“so dumb,” she hissed under her breath. “dumb, dumb—”

“you good?”

megan jolted so hard she nearly dropped her phone. snapping her head to the side, she saw her.

a girl, maybe her age, leaned lazily against a building wall. low rise baggy jeans, a cropped bedazzled dior tee that shimmered under the streetlight, and a face that looked like it had walked straight out of a music video, the kind of face you’d remember after one glimpse. cool. intimidatingly beautiful.

“I uh…” megan scrambled. “yes. I mean no. not really. I’m… kind of lost.”

the girl raised a brow, lips curving in amusement. “looking for something?”

“yeah,” megan breathed out, relieved. “a convenience store. you speak english? oh thank god.”

the girl’s laugh was soft,“I got you. there’s one down the street. I’ll walk you.”

“that’d be amazing,” megan said quickly, already grateful.

as they fell into step, silence stretched between them. megan tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice, the way the girl’s jeans hung perfectly, how she carried herself with effortless confidence.

“you keep looking at me,” the girl teased, a crooked smile tugging at her mouth. not unkind.

megan coughed. “sorry. I just… you’re really cool. I was admiring your vibe.”

the girl’s laugh this time was real, unguarded. “fair enough. so how’d you get yourself lost?”

megan grimaced. “I wanted to be independent. which, in hindsight, was a massive mistake, considering my korean level is… maybe equivalent to a drunk toddler’s.”

that earned her another laugh, brighter this time. “cute. but you don’t look like a tourist.”

megan stiffened, glancing at her. “what makes you say that?”

the girl tilted her head, studying her. “you look familiar. like… famous familiar.”

megan’s stomach dropped. carefully, she admitted, “I’m… in a group. katseye. we’re promoting our single right now.”

the girl’s face lit up in recognition. “that’s it! that’s so cool. you guys are everywhere lately.”

megan smiled, sheepish. “thanks. it’s been… kind of crazy.”

they reached the neon glow of the store. the girl tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “need me to hold your hand through the aisles, too?”

megan laughed, covering her mouth. “no, I think I’m good. I’ll just drop my location to my manager before they lose their mind.”

the girl nodded, starting to turn away, when megan blurted, “wait!”

she winced immediately at how desperate it sounded.

“sorry, I just—” her words tangled. “I’ve got two more days here, and you seem really cool. it’d be… nice to hang out again? if you want. could I maybe… have your number?”

a pause.

megan flushed hot. “god, I’m so stupid. I  didn’t even introduce myself. I’m megan.”

the girl grinned, passing her phone over without hesitation. “yn.”

back at the hotel, megan collapsed face-first onto her bed with a muffled groan. across the room, lara sat cross legged on the carpet, scrolling absently through netflix.

“I met someone,” megan announced into the comforter, voice slightly muffled.

lara didn’t even glance up. “like someone someone?”

megan pushed her face off the blanket, eyes wide. “like… maybe? she helped me find a convenience store.”

that got lara’s attention. she perked up, abandoning the remote. “okay. go on.”

“she was so cool, lara. her style? insane. she looked like the type who models on the side just for fun. her name’s yn.”

lara’s brows shot up. “you got her name? ohhh, we’re so back.”

megan laughed, shaking her head. “it’s not like that. she was just nice. pretty. chill. I don’t even know if I’m  interested interested.”

lara already had her phone out, thumbs flying. “what’s her name again?”

“yn.”

“perfect.” lara typed at lightning speed, then three minutes later gasped dramatically. “oh my god, megan.”

megan scrambled up onto her elbows. “what?!”

lara spun the screen around with a smug grin. “she’s hot.”

megan groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “I knowww. that’s the problem. I’m not trying to fall for anyone. I’m supposed to be free. detached. focused on promotions.”

lara tilted her head, sly. “then don’t fall. just… play a little. she lives here, you live in la. no strings, no drama. flirt, have fun, let it be what it is.”

megan hesitated, staring at the ceiling. “…maybe you’re right.”

lara smirked, victorious. “I’m always right.”

“wait , you want me to show you around?” yn asked on the phone, amused.

“If you’re not busy,” megan said, voice hopeful. “I figured I should do something touristy before I leave.”

“alright ,” yn chuckled. “meet me in an hour. I know the perfect place.”

they ended up at a tucked away dessert café, one yn swore had the best bingsu in seoul. a towering bowl of green grape shaved ice sat between them, glittering with syrup and fruit under the warm glow of the hanging lamps.

megan was mid laugh, spoon in hand, when she blurted, “okay, tell me something random.”

yn leaned back in her chair, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “random? alright. my mom used to be a 90s model. like, legit runways, magazine covers, the whole thing.”

megan blinked. “no way. that’s insanely cool.” no wonder she had good style.

“she always wanted me to model too,” yn said, shrugging lightly. “but I was more into… other stuff.”

megan tilted her head, intrigued. “like what?”

“more fashion design than actually modeling. ��

megan nodded softly, spoon clinking against the glass bowl. “makes sense, maybe you should style me.”

yn grinned. “well, way to ruin the surprise .”

megan hesitated, her smile faltering. “what?”

“yeah.” yn leaned forward now, eyes glinting. “let’s go.”

the café bell jingled as they stepped back out into the evening. yn walked a little ahead, hands in her pockets, shoulders loose with the kind of confidence that made it look like she owned the street.

“where are we going?” megan asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“my favorite place in seoul,” yn said with a grin over her shoulder. “don’t freak out.”

“that’s a dangerous warning,” megan muttered, but followed anyway.

ten minutes later, they were ducking under a flickering neon sign and into a narrow thrift shop crammed floor to ceiling with racks of clothes, shelves of old electronics, and boxes that looked like they hadn’t been touched since the early 2000s. 

the air smelled faintly like dust and fabric softener, and a retro pop song played faintly from a beat up speaker in the corner.

“this,” yn announced, spreading her arms, “is heaven.”

megan blinked. “it looks like chaos.”

“exactly,” yn shot back, already weaving down an aisle. “it’s amazing.”

megan trailed behind, watching as yn immediately crouched by a crate of old nintendo cartridges and dsi games, flipping them over with surprising focus.

“oh my god,” yn gasped suddenly, holding one up like she’d unearthed buried treasure. “cooking mama! loved this game ”

megan laughed, covering her mouth at yn’s excitement, “you should get it for nostalgia’s sake.” 

yn tossed it gently into a basket she’d snagged from the counter, then darted toward a rack of denim skirts. her energy shifted, playful, light so different from the cool, intimidating first impression outside the convenience store, “if I find juicy I’m gonna freak out.” 

“you’d look insane in this,” yn declared, pulling out a pleated skirt and holding it against megan’s waist before she could protest.

“wait what? no, I could never—” megan sputtered, but yn was already shaking her head, grinning.

“trust me. you’ve got the legs for it. don’t argue.”

megan could only stand there, red faced, as yn hummed and kept rummaging,occasionally holding up something ridiculous like a glittery sequined tank top that looked like it was from justice or a hat with cat ears just to watch her squirm. 

“see, you’re way more fun to shop for than me,” yn said, eyes glinting as she tossed another skirt into the basket. “oh my god I love skirts like these, they make me look so good.”

megan’s laugh came out nervous, tangled in the tight feeling in her chest. because this this ease, this comfort, it was dangerous. yn was teasing her, styling her, making her feel seen in this strange little pocket of seoul, and megan knew herself too well.

she caught feelings fast. too fast.

and sitting there, watching yn flip through clothes with the kind of joy that was almost childlike, megan felt that creeping pull again.

her stomach twisted. she’d promised herself no drama, no attachments, just focus on the group. and yet…

god. she was already in trouble.

the ride back to the hotel was quiet, but not uncomfortable. the thrift store bag sat in megan’s lap, filled with random finds yn insisted she had to take one skirt, a vintage tee, and, a pair of boots.

when the car pulled up in front of the hotel, megan turned to thank her, but yn beat her to it.

“so.” yn’s eyes flicked to the bag, then back to her, a sly curve tugging at her lips. “you officially survived the grand yn tour. not bad for a rookie.”

megan rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “rookie?”

“yeah.” yn leaned closer, her voice dropping just enough to make megan’s breath hitch. “don’t worry. you’ll level up fast if you keep hanging out with me.”

megan blinked, caught between laughing and combusting. “is that… an invitation?”

“maybe,” yn teased, eyes glinting. “keep in touch, megan. I’d be… disappointed if you didn’t.”

before megan could form a coherent response, yn was already getting back in the car waving casually like she hadn’t just left her in ruins.

megan barely managed a shaky little wave back before stumbling into the hotel lobby, heart hammering like she’d run a marathon.

by the time she reached her room, she was a disaster. she dropped the thrift bag by the door, collapsed face first onto the bed, and groaned into the blanket.

“what the hell,” she whispered. “two days. it’s been two days.”

she flipped onto her back, staring at the ceiling like it had answers. this wasn’t supposed to happen. she was supposed to stay focused, free, detached, untouchable. 

and yet here she was, replaying every smile, every laugh, every stupid little comment yn made like they were carved into her brain.

how the hell had she already started falling?

panic coiled tight in her chest. she couldn’t do this. not here, not now.

so she did the most logical thing her spiraling brain could come up with.

she grabbed her phone, pulled up yn’s contact her name sitting there, glowing and dangerous and hit block.

the moment the button pressed, megan dropped the phone onto the nightstand and buried her face in her hands.

“perfect,” she muttered bitterly. “problem solved.”

only her chest still ached. and deep down, she knew nothing about this felt solved at all.

it had been almost two months and nothing had changed.

yn a girl megan knew for barely forty eight hours still haunted her head like a song she couldn’t skip. she’d tried everything, practice, schedules. but late at night, yn always crept back in, uninvited.

now megan was sprawled on her bed, chest tight, phone balanced on her stomach. 

she picked it up without thinking, instagram.

she typed the name she wasn’t supposed to search anymore.

clicked the profile.

and stopped breathing.

the newest post yn, holding up a sheet of paper scrawled with big block lettersz

ALL DAY PROJECT

six signatures lined the bottom.

“what…” megan whispered, her thumb tapped the tagged account, a group page loaded. polished teaser photos. introductions. a debut announcement.

her jaw dropped. “no way.”

yn was debuting.

as an idol, since when?

why hadn’t she said anything?

megan shot upright, bolting out of her room. “lara!”

lara glanced up from the couch, mid snack, as megan practically shoved her phone into her face.

“what am I—”

“she’s an idol now,” megan cut in, breathless.

lara blinked, then screeched, “what?!!”

“yes!!” megan’s hands flailed as if that could explain it. “I thought she wanted to be a freaking fashion designer! when did she go from thrift stores and dsi games to—” she gestured wildly at the phone,“this?!”

lara snatched the phone from her, scrolling furiously. her eyes widened. “oh my god. the girl lovers are eating her up.”

“what?!” megan scrambled closer, peering over her shoulder.

lara tilted the screen so she could see the comments spilling down the page, “ fuck!”

megan’s stomach twisted. half pride, half panic.

because yn wasn’t just a memory anymore. she was everywhere.

and megan had no idea what to do about it.

lara scrolled a little more, smirking at the flood of comments. “well, well, well… guess blocking her didn’t work out, huh?”

megan groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “don’t remind me.”

lara laughed, but when she peeked at her best friend through the corner of her eye, the smile faded. megan wasn’t just flustered, she looked rattled, chest rising and falling a little too fast.

“hey,” lara softened, setting the phone down. “it’s okay. you’re panicking like she just stole your career. you guys are in different industries.”

megan dragged her hands down her face, muffling, “I  know… but also… we’re not totally separate. we promote in the same spaces. music shows, events, award shows, we’ll be back there in a month.” she let out a sharp exhale. “and I  haven’t been able to get her out of my head for two months, lara. two months.”

lara leaned back against the couch,  considering her. “then maybe that’s your answer.”

megan blinked. “what?”

“talk to her,” lara said simply. “try to… I don’t know, rekindle something. you didn’t know each other that long, she can’t exactly be holding a grudge. worst case? it’s awkward for five minutes. best case? you stop torturing yourself and figure out what this actually is.”

megan chewed on her lip, staring at the dark phone screen between them. the thought of seeing yn again made her stomach twist but so did the idea of never trying.

“…rekindle,” she repeated quietly, like the word itself was dangerous.

lara grinned. “exactly. light the match, babe.”

katseye had been back in korea for barely a week, and already megan felt like she was unraveling.

everywhere she went, cafés, ubers, shops, even the corner of tiktok, there it was.

yn’s group.

their debut single, famous, spilled out of speakers and billboards like it was haunting her personally. every chorus was a reminder she couldn’t escape, yn wasn’t just the girl from the convenience store anymore. she was an idol. and megan was losing her mind.

she’d spent nights staring at her phone, thumb hovering over the “unblock” button, heart racing, then locking the screen and tossing it aside. she couldn’t. she didn’t know what to say.

so now, desperate for air, megan found herself wandering down familiar streets. her hood was up, mask pulled high, like anonymity might save her from herself.

and then she saw it.

the thrift store. the one yn had taken her to.

megan’s chest ached at the sight, but her feet carried her forward anyway, like muscle memory. she pushed through the door, the little bell jingling overhead, and inhaled the same dusty laundry scent that hit her the first time.

inside, the shop was nearly empty. only two people stood by the racks near the back, flipping lazily through clothes. megan glanced without thinking and froze.

yn.

yn, alive and right there, hair tucked back, casual in a hoodie and baggy jeans. and next to her, annie, another member of her group.

megan’s stomach dropped when yn laughed at something annie said, then casually linked her arm through hers, leaning against her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the sight hit megan like a slap her chest went tight, her pulse sharp in her ears.

she couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe.

because she’d spent two months torturing herself over a girl she’d known for two days and she’s standing right in front of her.

the bell above the door had given her away.

yn’s head turned instinctively at the sound, eyes flicking toward the entrance toward megan.

for a split second, their gazes met. recognition flashed, unmistakable.

but then yn’s expression smoothed over, unreadable. she turned back around without a word, resettling into annie’s side like megan was just… nobody.

the sharp twist in megan’s chest nearly knocked the air out of her. it was worse than she imagined, the weight of being. 

acknowledged and dismissed all in the same breath.

her legs wanted to run, to get out before the panic showed on her face. but she stayed rooted, palms damp against the fabric of her hoodie.

yn shifted away from annie after a moment, drifting toward the back corner. the same corner where that old wire basket sat overflowing with plastic cases, faded stickers, and stacks of used dsi games.

megan’s heart thudded. she remembered the last time, yn crouched there, sifting through cartridges with that easy grin.

and now, like muscle memory, megan’s feet carried her forward. slow, tentative, but forward.

she reached the basket just as yn did, the air between them heavy with everything unsaid.

megan’s hand hovered above the games, fingers trembling slightly, before she finally forced herself to speak.

“...still looking for hidden gems?”

yn didn’t answer right away. she just glanced up at megan once, eyes unreadable, sharp under the store’s dim lighting then looked right back down at the basket, fingers sifting absently through the cartridges like megan wasn’t standing right there.

megan exhaled hard, her voice barely steady. “can we talk?”

yn’s mouth quirked, not in a smile. “we can talk over messages.” a pause, and then, coolly: “oh wait—you kinda blocked me. never mind.”

the words landed like a punch. megan winced, her throat tight. “...yeah. I deserved that.”

she hesitated, fighting the sting in her chest, then pressed on. “please, yn. I want to talk. and give you an explanation. just give me a chance.”

finally, yn’s hands stilled. she didn’t look at her this time, just slipped one of the games back into the basket and said flatly, “meet me here tomorrow. I’m busy.”

before megan could say another word, yn turned and walked back toward annie, who was still flipping through racks of denim, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her. yn slipped seamlessly back into her side,laughing softly at something annie said, as if megan had already been erased from the moment.

megan just stood there, chest aching, staring at yn’s back until it blurred.

the next day, megan showed up early earlier than she should’ve, nerves buzzing through her veins. she half expected to find the thrift shop empty, to be left waiting, but the bell above the door chimed as she stepped inside and her heart nearly stopped.

yn was already there.

she stood near the back, her posture relaxed as she flipped through a rack of vintage tees. she wore bedazzled shorts that caught the light with every movement, paired with a fitted chrome hearts tank that clung in all the right places. megan’s eyes trailed helplessly, drinking in the lines of her frame before-

“enjoying the view?” yn’s voice cut through, dry, sharp. she cleared her throat and shot megan a look that made her whole body heat up.

“sorry,” megan blurted, flustered. “um,let me just… explain myself. please.” she took a step closer, words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have blocked you. I just… I got overwhelmed, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

yn’s brow lifted, unimpressed. “you didn’t even let anything start. we could’ve just been friends, megan. you didn’t have to ghost me.”

megan’s chest tightened. she nodded, shame pressing down heavy. “I know. you’re right. it’s just” her voice cracked, and she forced the words out anyway. “I liked you. so fast. in such a short time, and it scared me. you’re just so… god, I don’t even know. I can’t get you out of my head.” she let out a shaky breath. “you can hate me all you want, but I know there’s no way i haven’t been on your mind too. not with the way you treated me back then. there’s just no way—”

she didn’t get to finish.

yn’s lips crashed against hers, sudden and sure. for half a heartbeat megan froze, then melted into it, her hands grasping at yn’s waist, grounding herself in the heat and the softness and the fact that this was real.

when they finally broke apart, breathless, megan whispered, “wow.”

yn’s lips curled into the faintest smile. “yeah. wow.”

that night, megan returned to her hotel room floating, her smile unstoppable. she curled up in bed, clutching her phone, her chest so light it almost hurt. she got the girl, the one she couldn’t stop thinking about, the one who had haunted her for two whole months.

she couldn’t wait to see where this would go.

la.

the second megan dropped her bags on the floor of her room, she pulled out her phone, heart racing as she opened her messages. she typed can’t stop thinking about you and hit send.

only to be met with the screen showing her messages as green.

blocked.

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CROWNED² .ᐟ 𝓝AT SCATORCCIO

♱ fighting situationship!nat for the antler queen title, but her crown’s slowly slipping…

♱ cw; yj s3 spoilers, harsh language, angst, f!r, manipulative!shauna, pt. 1 linked at bottom

you remembered the first time nat kissed you.

it was on one of the very first hunting trips, when travis came down with some stomach bug after eating some raw bear meat. you and nat were left to continue your duties alone, and honestly you weren’t complaining.

nat was careful, kissing you like you were something delicate.

at first, the two of you would go further than you would route and just make out against a tree. but then, on a foraging trip you and jackie went on (in attempts to encourage the captain to help with chores she could actually do), you found a little creak behind this wall of bushes.

the next time travis was occupied with brother duty, you would bring nat to this haven, shielded from everything that was your tragic reality, shrugging off your--actually one of ben’s oversized--jacket and laying it on the ground for your lady.

the blonde would laugh at you, her sweet grin paired with that cute dimple of hers, and you swore you had never heard a more heavenly sound.

“you couldn’t wait to bust all this chivalrous shit out, huh?”

you shrugged, admiring the way her lips curved as she turned. her side profile was sculpted by the greek themselves, and you found your smile growing slowly as you ran your gaze.

“i wanted to do something nice for you. away from the others.”

she felt your intense eyes fixed on her, her chest tightened as she gulped. “really? you did all this for me?”

you noticed her hands quivered slightly. you reached out, fingertips dancing across her knuckles lightly. you held her hand up, weaving your fingers into hers.

“i wanted to see you smile,” you whispered, “worth it.”

her cheeks flushed, her eyes widening before she turned away with a scoff. “oh my god, you’re such a freak.”

you giggled at her comment. you fixed the loose blonde tufts sticking into her face, cradling her warm cheek in your hand. you tugged her close, glancing down at her plump, pink lips as your teeth sunk into your own.

“just your type, hm?” you whispered against her lips.

“mmh, i don’t know… wanna find out?” she teased, before leaning forward to press her soft lips against yours.

you sighed, pulling her close. sitting up, you threw a leg over her lap, straddling her before both hands reached up to clasp her jaw. her mouth moved into yours feverishly, hungry and needy. her slender fingers anchored your hips, your body pressed flushed against hers.

“oh god, i love you--!” she gasped, but the way she pulled back told you she was just as stunned by the sudden confession as you were.

when you don’t respond, she began stammering.

“sorry, i--i was just caught in the moment. fuck, i’m so stupid.”

“no, no, nat, stop.” you grabbed her face, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then lingered on her lips. when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers. “i love you too.”

you can’t remember the last time she told you she loved you.

you can’t remember the last time she showed she loved you.

it’s been about competing with nat ever since she took over lottie’s title. you missed her. god, you missed her so much.

you would give anything up if it meant getting to just let her lull you to sleep with her deep voice without her spewing nonsense about the logistics of keeping morale high.

“y/n--y/n!” a single clap in front of your face seemed to do the trick, slapping you out of your daydream.

you glanced up, met with tai’s curious expression.

“hello? you’re the one who suggested a trial, what the fuck are we supposed to do?” she jeered, hands on her hips as she looked down at you. “what’s going on, man? you’ve been spaced for like an hour.”

sat at the table, you looked at your untouched dinner, pushing the bowl away from you.

“nothing, i’m just tired.” you muttered in reply.

“okay, whatever--coach has been sitting with the ducks and deers since sundown. what do we do now?”

you raised an eyebrow. “why aren’t you asking nat? she’s the antler queen, she’s the one in charge, not me.”

tai crossed her arms, sighing. “nat hid the fact she knew where coach was, you think she’s gonna make this a fair trial?” you gulped, knowing she had a point had never felt so bitter before. “i trust you’ll make this just and impartial, and so do the rest of us, so will you please get this shit going?”

you looked past tai’s body, spotting nat sitting by the fire.

her nail-beds bled from her fervent picking, her eyes grown cold and still as she stared at the roaring fire.

you stood, nodding towards tai. “gather everyone. it’s coach’s judgement day.”

as the taller scurried off to round up everybody, you watched the blonde from afar. slowly, you sauntered over, taking a seat beside her with a deep sigh. “you’re mad at me. you’re doing that gwyneth paltrow sulky thing you do.”

the blonde didn’t move a muscle. her cheekbones popping as she contained the violent sob that threatened to escape her.

“i’m not mad at you. i’m disappointed in your decisions.”

you scoffed, resting your elbows against your thighs. “come on, nat, you’re being unfair.”

“i told you my feelings on the matter, and i thought you understood.”

“look, i know you think he’s innocent, but there’s just--!”

“i thought you were different. i trusted you to make the right choices, but this,” she scoffed, “whatever circus you think you’re running here, i don’t want any fucking part of it.”

“oh my god, when will it be enough for you?” you snapped, startling her. “y’know, i say yes and do what you tell me to. i hunt this and gather that because you want me to. i was the only one in your corner when nobody was and this is the kinda treatment i get? i do something i believe is right once and you’re ‘disappointed’? holy shit, get over yourself, natalie, i’m not your fucking minion, i am my own person too.”

staring back at you, her lips parted, waiting in bated breath for your next words.

you ripped the bandana from your belt where it was tucked, tying it again over your head. you stood, snarling down at her. “maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with being the fucking chief, you would actually see what i’m trying to do.”

oh, that stung. that stung bad. she hated getting yelled at, it triggered some bad feelings for her, but coming from you? it just made her want to cry herself to permanent slumber.

the others had begun gathering around the fire, per tai’s instruction. from a humble distance, shauna mentally noted the way your conversation with nat had ended.

“y/n?” tai called, squeezing to the front. “well?”

“it should be two-thirds.” nat sighed, standing to the side as you helped tai and some others create a table for the jury at the centre of camp, where the fire was supposed to be.

“two-thirds? that’s bullshit, it should be majority rules!”

“that’s more than fair, shauna,” nat hissed, “if you’ve ever, actually picked up a law book, you’d know criminal trials are supposed to be unanimous.”

“i’ll bash your skull in with a law book if you don’t--!”

“enough!” you yelled, slamming a hand against the wooden surface beneath you. all heads snapped towards you, including those preparing the judge’s chair from afar. “i’ve never anybody more problematic. the two of you will be on your best behaviour for this trial, or you’re spending a week alone in the pits until you get along.”

everybody seemed rather taken aback by the aggressive edge to your outburst. you caught nat’s eyes, of all the pairs trained on you, and your jaw locked.

“i don’t care how important your roles are here, i don’t care what title you hold, i will cover all of it if it means we don’t have to hear the two of you fight.” you snarled, crossing your arms. “i’ve proposed this trial as a way to keep things fair. nat will get her will for coach to have a chance to be proven innocent, and shauna will get hers to prove him guilty. two-thirds is a middle ground, so that’s how we’ll let the jury rule. settled?”

the two of them reluctantly nodded. you exhaled shakily.

“good. neither of you are allowed anywhere near the stands, ‘cuz world war three will stir.”

a hand shot up from behind nat, you tilted your head to see tai’s determined expression. “i’ll run the prosecution no problem. the question is, who will defend coach scott?”

everybody deterred their gaze away from yours upon that query. you scanned the crowd, watching them awkwardly tousle around to avoid being called upon.

your eyes landed on a certain curly blonde taking minutes.

“misty’ll defend him.” you announced. everybody looked over.

“what? why’re you all looking at me?” she stammered.

“‘cause he’s your boyfriend?” van commented. she stifled a snort, “in your mind, at least. right?”

tai swatted her in the arm, and upon a stern look from you, she rescinded her snarky attitude.

“that’s not funny. and i’m not defending him.” she shook her head, glinting down at her notebook. “he’s not the ben i knew.”

“you have to, misty.” nat’s sharp response drew attention to her standing amidst the group. she cleared her throat, recognizing the snap back may have come off a little more pressing than she had intended. regaining her authority, nat held misty’s gaze. “i know how you feel. it sucks that he left, but you’re his best chance at a fair trial… maybe his only chance. if you can’t prove he’s innocent, he’ll lose anyway, but if you can… misty, you’ll save his life.”

you could hear it in her voice. she was desperate.

you wondered when along the way you became the one the girls turned to over nat. you could barely remember the times when she was actually respected as their regent.

you’ve called out more disrespect towards her in the last week than you ever have pre-crash. and that’s saying something.

shauna was blood-thirsty, desperate to satiate her hunger for chaos. this was the closest she could get to bloodshed, and she had her fangs dug into the coach, unwilling to let go.

she was so blinded by her bloodlust, it clouded her rationale.

you knew nat had a heart of gold, how she deeply believed in the coach’s innocence unless some sort of evidence compelled her to accept otherwise.

but in a way, she wasn’t being fair either.

and knowing she used to be the most prudent person you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, stung. along with perhaps one of two of those who still adore nat, you might be the only ones left who honor the fact she was still queen.

“great, then it’s settled.” you clasped your hands together. “tai will prosecute and misty will defend. nat will be the judge, and the rest of us will make the jury.”

“nat? she’s gonna rule him not guilty without even listening,” shauna argued, resting on her arms against the table across from you. “she’s got her head so far up her ass, she won’t hear anything besides the fact that he’s innocent.”

“she’s the antler queen, shauna. do i have to remind you of your place?” you sneered.

“i hate to say this, but shauna has a point.” tai agreed, her hands on her hips. “i’m not saying nat shouldn’t be judge, she should. but i think you should be judging as well.”

you scoffed with a tiny smile, “thanks, but it’s not my place.”

“why not? it’s your trial.” van reinforced her girlfriend’s proposal. “who else thinks y/n should be a judge?”

one by one, hands shot up in vote of your crowning.

little did you know this gesture would foreshadow your fate.

“that’s pretty much two-thirds. that’s a fair majority, right?” she said before nat could protest. the blonde could not go against the people’s word. it was democracy that brought her to her dominion, after all. “great. let’s get this ball rolling.”

you knew the more your influence grew, the more your relationship with nat deteriorated.

when the others had gone to prepare their arguments and statements, the two of you were sent back to your hut to change into some robes akilah and robin had thrown together.

the silence was deafening. enough for you to regret the way you left things before you left for the hunt.

as you slipped on the cream gown, nat stood by the archway.

she had her hands on her hips, peering out towards the girls scrambling in groups for this little event. you tied the rope around your waist, sighing deeply.

“i’m sorry.”

the blonde looked down, swallowing thickly. though, she stood still, unwilling to turn and face you.

“i’m sorry for the things i said. i was angry, and it wasn’t the most respectful way to talk to you.” you continued, “but i don’t want us to be like this, nat. i hate how separated we’ve been.”

she didn’t respond, but you’ve learnt to read her like a book.

in most cases, she would shut down emotionally, growing quiet or distant, unsure of how to respond to things that pierced her emotionally. her body language would immediately reflect discomfort; avoiding eye contact, crossing her arms, or falling into a tense posture.

you knew the thing that scarred her most was having her own self-worth question. when she felt undervalued and insecure.

she resented herself when she felt like that. so, so much.

so, you were always careful with your words, the way you treated her. so, this gradual fallout wounded her greatly.

“tell me what you want me to do,” you begged, “i’ll listen.”

her head turned just the slightest, studying you out the corner of her eye. “i don’t want to dictate you, y/n. i do that enough to everybody else, and i hate it.”

“you’re tying my hands, nat, what am i supposed to do?”

“i asked you to back off, and you didn’t. you’re defying my orders and challenging me in front of everybody. i never took you for somebody who had such a craving for power, but if you want to be queen that bad, you should.” her voice shook, like she was holding in some pent up tears. “of all the people i thought would fight this hard to get coach executed, you were the last person i hoped would come to.”

“i love you, natalie. but you only love me when it’s convenient for you.” you stated, “all we do is argue anymore, fuck, i can’t even remember the last time i talked to you about anything else other than this stupid ritual, cult shit. you hear what you want to hear and get mad--do you see how this isn’t fair?”

she sucked in a breath, shaking her head. “i don’t think we’re in the right headspace to talk about this.” she grabbed her robe, along with the headpiece akilah made from a buck skull. “im gonna change in lottie’s hut.”

there she was. running again. she doesn’t even want to fix this.

you scoffed at her dismissive attitude. upon noticing nat storming from the hut, shauna glanced up from the jury table, suddenly uninterested in her journal.

you were facing the tiny mirror strung up against the hut’s wall, fixing the uncomfortable diadem of wolf fangs.

“you’re really letting them collar you with freak-show jewelry like you’re nat’s fucking guard dog?” shauna asked, leant against the doorway of the straw cone. “come on, i thought you were better than that wilderness bullshit.”

“i’m not in the mood, shauna.” you grumbled back.

“you run the show better. why do you let her fucking treat you like that?” she challenged, stepping in.

“i said to back off, shipman, i don’t want company.”

“why? just admit you don’t mind getting walked all over if it means you get to grab some ass,” she sneered, her arms crossed. “it’s so obvious you’re a sucker for nat, ‘cause if you didn’t, you would’ve put her in her place by now--”

you grabbed the collar of her grey shirt, slamming her up against the wall. you exhaled sharply through your nose.

“watch your fucking mouth,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “another snide comment and i’ll shove your head through this fucking wall.”

“that’s it,” shauna smirked, what used to be for eyes with soft edges turned vindictive, like she had you right where she wanted. “that’s the kinda power nat is lacking.”

you realized you idiotically walked straight into her trap.

you let her go, eyes squeezing shut with your eyebrows furrowed. you pinched the bridge of your nose, your head pounding at the sound of her taunts.

she was taking advantage of your feelings for nat.

“fuck, do you ever take a day off?”

she crossed her arms. “what do you think you’re fucking doing, y/n? i get that you guys are fucking, but you don’t have to baby her. nat’s been a shitty fucking leader and all she does is spend her time droning over me and mari like we’re the problem.”

“you are the problem. the two of you act like fucking kids, how is that nat’s fault?” you bit back.

wow, maybe you did sound like her guard dog.

“they voted for you to be a judge, they want you--even lottie with her crazy crap. why are you denying the inevitable? ‘cause you love her?” she scoffed in laughter, as if the mere thought was joke enough. “don’t kid yourself, she can’t give less of a shit about you. she’s got other priorities, right? she cares more about getting coach off than you these days.”

you sneered. “don’t say something you’ll regret.”

“does she deserve to be the leader?” she smirked. “she only got it ‘cause lottie spared her fucking life. the respect you say she’s owed wasn’t earned, you run laps around her.”

she began backing away at the snarl you threw her way. “if you don’t do something, you’ll be the one regretting shit.”

loyalty was a visage in the wilderness… survival came first.

“all rise.” van called, awaiting everybody to stand to their feet. “the people versus benjamin scott, on charges of arson, and multiple counts of attempted murder. jury verdict requires a two-thirds majority.” she turned to her side, gesturing towards the hut you and nat shared. “the honourable judges, y/n and natalie, presiding.”

you watched the way things worked carefully, how the power dynamic shifted as things moved along. you sat by nat in the seats you had dug from the plane’s ruins, the robust gavel akilah had crafted snug in nat’s hand as the antler queen crown hung heavy on her head.

as tai stood to give the opening statement for the prosecution, you couldn’t help but look back at the blonde beside you.

you thought back on the moment you had decided to overthrow her to be queen. you had never been one to reach for power, it wasn’t exactly something that enticed you.

though, even before the crash, it was apparent power loved reaching for you; you were deputy captain of the yellowjackets with jackie, despite other more viable options like shauna (who was jackie’s best friend and the fastest midfielder wiskayok high school had ever seen), or tai (who’s been an important member long before you joined the team). somehow, the name drawn to lead the yellowjackets to the success the team saw before the crash was yours.

you weren’t anything like the other leaders this team had seen.

jackie was a picture-perfect leader when she was needed to be. in suburbia, in civilization when order was her friend. the moment the team succumbed to the chaos of the wilderness, she was chewed up and tossed aside until she served the team one last time after her death.

lottie was such a spiritual guru with manipulative undertones to her preaching. she preyed on vulnerable beliefs, surfacing to guide when all things seem lost. she provides explanations, a sense of justification to console those troubled.

nat was a perceptive ruler. she observes, provides support when needed but does not drive things herself. she believed in sustainability, and that came from learning from mistakes everybody was inevitably going to make. her morals kept her from succeeding in leading a group as savage as this team, where most things necessary for survival thrusted her into long episodes of riddling guilt and remorse.

the thing was, you never considered yourself a healthy combination of all three of them, but the others would.

one thing you knew nat was blinded to was the obvious uprising of shauna’s ruthless nature. she’d brush it off as the brunette being brash, lashing out because of her inability to deal with her grief. but you knew it had perverted into something far worse. you had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

from the way she sat to the way she would verbally oppress everybody who crossed her path, you knew the fuse was burning short. you don’t really understand why shauna was one to listen to you, not when she ousted jackie to her death, beat lottie to a pulp with her bare fists, and passively threaten to harm nat every chance she had. she would never disrespect you, and you were eager to know why.

even now, in a moment of instability surrounding the hierarchy you lot have built, she was chomping off one leader at a time.

and nat was next. you needed to get her out before she gets hurt. and this was the quickest route to ultimate serenity. what harm did it do to knock her off? it was to keep her safe, right?

the thing was, your intentions seemed to only be clear to you.

“objection! relevance, your honour--s.” misty argued.

you held your head with your fingers, snapping out of your own field of thoughts. nat seemed to be driving so far, by the way everybody was fixed on her instead of you.

“sustained. misty isn’t the one on trial,” nat said, unwilling to eye you as she spoke.

tai rose an eyebrow, almost scoffing at the blonde’s reply.

“y/n?” she called, tone enough to shed whatever credibility nat should have in her authority. like tai wanted to hear it from you, because just coming from natalie wasn’t enough.

when you finally made your debut statement as judge, the whole court fell silent in anticipation of your words.

“uh, yeah. sustained. insulting the representation is not building your case, tai.” you insisted. you nodded towards misty, urging her to take her seat. catching sight of tai’s eye roll, you cocked your head sideways, clenching your jaw. “i suggest you get to the point of your argument with coach as the focal point, before you’re asked to surrender your time to the defence.”

your heard nat’s deep sigh, watching as she fiddled with the antler queen crown resting on her head. she took the headpiece off, setting it aside.

your hand instinctively went to adjust the fanged diadem clasped around your forehead. it hung high, a prideful reminder you were the protector of what was yours; contrary to the shameful way nat always shed her crown.

when she realized you were staring, she met your eyes briefly, before gesturing towards the standing prosecutor.

it was like she was practically yielding over her rule, all command she had over the team delivered to your hands.

tai scowled, but accepted the statement.

as she continued her interrogation, nat had to butt in to keep the peace. many times tai was asking leading questions, which swayed the way mari’s answer shaped the case for the jury.

you sat silent, knuckles against your temple.

it wasn’t until the very end, beyond the coach’s heartfelt speech at a last attempt to sway the jury, a vote was held.

involuntarily, you met shauna’s smug expression from across the camp. her words echoed in your head like a broken record, it felt like you were ghosted by what you knew was right.

as nat stood, gavel in hand, she slammed it against the table twice. “alright… good job, you two. all those in favour of finding coach not guilty, raise your hand.”

only her and misty seemed to find the coach innocent.

your heart sunk. the sight made you sick to your stomach. deep down, you felt your guilt gnaw at your insides. hungry.

“guys, come on, you can’t find him guilty if you have any doubt at all.” she scoffed, but the jury remained resolute.

“i think there’s your answer,” lottie stated. “he dies at dawn.”

“what? did any of you even listen to what went on during that trial?” nat’s voice rose, the slight rasp surfacing as she strained in hopes of keeping her utter horror at bay. “you’re telling me all of you believe he did it, beyond reasonable doubt?”

“bullshit, she’s not even on defence!” shauna barked.

“nat,” you gasped softly, reaching out to caress the small of her back. you could sense she was displeased with how this verdict had turned out. you could tell she had some sort of hope in your friends that they would make the right decision.

“you’re willing to kill him over suspicion? he’s missing his fucking leg, for fuck’s sake, how do you think he escaped a dozen of us without any help?” the blonde pleaded, “come on, what the fuck are you all thinking?”

“nat!” you warned, standing abruptly. you grabbed her arm, turning her towards you. “the trial’s over.”

“don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed, jerking away.

the rough gesture made your chest hurt. like she had just stabbed you straight through the heart with her words. you shook your head, your expression softening as you stared between her shaky, teary tawny eyes. “a decision has been made, and you need to honour that.”

“and i have the right to beg for mercy because this is taking an innocent man’s life we’re talking about here.” she sniffled, tears streamed down her cheeks.

“majority rules. we had a trial and he lost, that’s it.”

“so that’s what we do now? we decide life or death by roleplaying?” her lip trembled, head shaking slightly as her eyes stayed wide. “you’re fucking evil.”

she pushed past you, hands reaching to wipe her face clean of her salty tears. she knocked into your shoulder harshly, leaving you, glossy eyed with a clenched jaw standing before the jury.

“so, your honour,” shauna tipped her head, eyes blinking shut for a moment. she was courting the crown--and the new face that now bore it. “what do you say we do now?”

looking over their expectant faces, the fanged diadem suddenly felt heavy.

your breath hitched, and with a newfound sense of liability, you straightened, puffing your chest.

“keep him in the pen. we bid him goodbye at sundown.”

an; again lmk if ya’ll like this cuz im thinking of making it a series… i love nat sm like this trope has me in a chokehold

happy reading xx

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CROWNED .ᐟ 𝓝AT SCATORCCIO

♱ fighting situationship!nat for the antler queen title, where you eventually knock her off the tip of the food chain

♱ cw; yj s3 spoilers, harsh language, angst, implied f!r, shauna storyline if u squint, pt. 2 linked at bottom

“loser says ‘what’.” mari snarked, brushing past shauna.

the butcher was about to snap back before nat jogged on-scene, shaking her head and shooting the raven-haired girl a disapproving glare. “knock it off, mar!”

upon hearing your lover’s voice, you looked up from your shared hut. mapping a route for the next hunt seemed far less interesting when the usual bickering began escalating.

“i’ll kill you, just give me a fucking reason--!” shauna yelled.

natalie rushed to physically keep the brunette from lunging at a timid mari. she held shauna by her sides, but her smaller frame gave her a slight disadvantage as the blonde struggled to hold her back. mari’s face dropped in a flash of panic before brushing it off with a scoff. “jesus, you’re a fucking psycho!”

“hey, hey, hey!” you barked, pouncing to your feet.

the others ceased whatever they were occupied with prior to the hassle, watching as you jogged over.

“shauna--hey! walk it off,” you hissed in shauna’s face, a hand on her chest as nat stepped back to brush herself off. you turned to see the blonde standing beside mari, hands on her hips as she made sure the taller was okay.

you glanced between the two of them. you grunted, “what the fuck are you two, children? get your fucking shit together.”

you caught the murderous glint in shauna’s eyes, and she was ready to do something she’d regret. it wasn’t the fact she was so willing to resort to violence that bothered you, no, it was the fact she was looking straight at nat.

your presence commanded the room, even in moments when things fell silent. nobody dared speak up, speak against you.

“y’know, this beef between you two is getting real old. and since the two of you want to act like children, you’ll be punished like it. i don’t want to see either of you in the same area again. i don’t care if you need to eat, piss or sleep, i don’t want you two within a fucking hair of each other. am i clear?”

neither of them responded, averting their gazes elsewhere.

“did i make myself fucking clear?” you repeated, a grumbled ‘yes’ and ‘whatever’ came from them before they dispersed.

once the grounds cleared and everybody returned to their duties, you eyed nat out of the corner of her eye. she sighed, hurt flashing in her eye as she turned to walk away, a hand on her head, fondling the edge of her bandana. “nat, i--!”

“i had it.” she mumbled softly, “you didn’t need to do all that.”

you know, for somebody who really didn’t like being queen, she sure had a problem when you stepped in to help. you knew her, and you knew the last thing she wanted was to be the leader of these animals when it came down to it. but whenever you’d try and share the seat, take some things off her shoulders, she’d get thrusted into a sour mood for the rest of the day. you sometimes wondered if she secretly resented you for doing her job just that much better than her.

“i was just trying to help,” you replied, following her as she walked back towards your hut. “nat--shauna was damn near about to cave your head in.”

“she wouldn’t have, okay? y’know what? it’s fine. thanks.”

she scurried through the opening to your hut, plopping down onto the makeshift bed of compiled cushions and worn clothes. you were left standing outside, watching as she went out of her way to ignore your insistent gaze.

you scoffed in disbelief at her attitude, spinning on your heel. you caught lottie’s eye from across the camp.

the girl beckoned you over with a single nod of her head, a mug in one hand as she adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders with the other. you sauntered over, your hands on your hips. upon her patting the bench cloaked with flannels sewn into a table mat, you took a seat across from lottie.

“your influence is growing, y/n. it’s testing you.”

“yeah, this is on me for thinking you had something actually meaningful to say.” you ran a hand through your hair, ready to stand. “i’m not in the mood for your wilderness bullshit, lottie.”

“winter is coming, y/n, nat’s tranquil style of leadership may thrive in the spring, but she will be buried, along with all else under her hand once snow falls.” lottie reasoned.

you froze. your grip on the table cloth tightening.

“lottie, this wacky hippie shit is fine away from camp. i don’t care if you waste the better part of most days to sneak off with travis on your weird little sexcapades, but i’d appreciate if you’d show nat the respect she is owed.” you stood, nodding down at her, “thanks for the news flash.”

“you’re not stupid, y/n. you know her time is running out.”

“bye, lottie.” you called over your shoulder, sauntering your way back to your hut to finish routing the next hunt.

truth be told, you had begun doubting nat’s control over the peace yourself a while back. from the beginning, since lottie constructed the whole tier with her schizophrenic episodes, you had begun your subconscious climb to the top.

you knew, the moment nat drew the queen of hearts last winter that she was going to die, or she was to be crowned.

though you could not have been more thankful the latter happened, you knew nat was not mentally built to sustain the burdens she was forced to bore from her manifested guilt.

but antler queen nat wasn’t the nat you thought you knew.

she rarely spent time with you alone, always finding excuses to escape being intimate--sometimes, it’s not even physical intimacy. you’ll have a long, hard day at hunting and come home craving a night by the fire, beside the tawny-eyed beauty you spent the day thinking about, just savouring the crisp night air. but no. there was always something greater, something in need of her more than you were.

it was driving a wedge between you. and the others were starting to take notice as well.

as you disappeared into your hut, two pairs of eyes from the water station had been following your frame the entire time.

“damn, y/n should yell at me next, that was kinda hot.” van commented, earning a tiny shove to the arm from her girlfriend. “ow--hey! i’m just saying, why is nat even antler queen anymore? y/n’s the one who’s got shauna on a leash.”

tai groaned, “it’s just one of those unspoken things, alright? everybody knows it’s only a matter of time before y/n goes all nevermind on nat’s dangerous.”

the redhead shot the taller an amused look, “did you just make a nirvana versus mj reference?”

tai rolled her eyes, “shut up. my point is, don’t talk about it.”

“but, why? she’s not even hunting anymore, she just acts like the boss around here and call it a day. y/n keeps us fed, y/n keeps the atomic shauna bomb from nuking us all to death, i mean--!” van was practically yelling, prompting a quick slap of a hand over her mouth. muffled against tai’s palm, the taller could briefly make out, “--am i wrong though?”

tai dragged the shorter back to their hut in a hurry, yanking the blanket over their opening after snapping her head around.

“look, i also think nat’s lost it since we got through winter, but she still has y/n worshipping her like some weird god, and i’m not about to mess with the one person in this fucking camp that has a rifle.” tai huffed, “i mean, how twisted and scary do you have to be for shauna to listen to you?”

the hut fell silent for a moment. van tore through the pause with an indifferent, “…you think they’re fucking?”

two huts over, you found it hard to focus on the map in your hands. you, nat and travis had made it months prior at the beginning of your ventures. since then, you and your team consisting of gen and occasionally misty (in hopes of finding coach scott) have expanded the map beyond what the snow had constricted you to.

just two feet away sat nat, leant against the side of the hut. she refused to glance up at you, eyes trained on the book in her hand. it was worn around the edges, water stains and tears across the pages evident from where you sat.

feeling the crushing weight of the giant elephant in the room, you decided to confront the blonde.

“so, are you just not gonna talk to me?”

she exhaled deeply through her nose, not looking up. “yes.”

you tossed the map aside, slapping both your thighs as you stood. you settled beside her, your knee brushing against hers. you could tell she was contemplating whether or not to move away out of spite, her lip was doing the twitchy thing you had noticed it would whenever she thought.

“come on, nat. don’t be stubborn, let’s talk about this.”

“i have nothing to say,” she countered, “you saved me, just like you’ve done many times the last couple weeks.”

you felt like she was playing games with you. nat was never one to be open with her feelings, you knew that. despite her constant deflection, her dismissive behaviour and stubborn nature, you weren’t one to back down. never go to bed angry, especially not at this tiny little italian angel.

“baby, don’t do this.” you grabbed her hand, interlacing your fingers. internally relieved she didn’t resist, you watch her expression carefully. “i just get really worried shauna’s gonna go all stone cold steve austin on you.”

the blonde tried defying the urge glance at you, but she had already read the same sentence over a dozen times.

“y/n, anybody could walk past and hear you right now.”

you shrugged, leaning to press a kiss against hers knuckles. you traced you lips up her arm, humming against the skin of her collarbone. “better give them a show then.”

“y/n…” she gasped when you sucked lightly against her neck.

“yes, my queen?” you murmured, in that raspy tone you knew she was a sucker for. “still not talking to me?”

“okay--enough. i can’t have you stepping in anymore.”

you paused, pulling away. you glanced down at her quivering lip, swallowing thickly. you tilted your head. “what?”

“the stepping in and taking over, i just… it’s making people talk, they’re asking questions and i don’t want that.” nat confessed, her fingers praying away from yours. “i mean, mari and shauna’s been acting up more often, and misty’s being a pain about coach, i just need you to support me.”

her earnest voice made your chest tighten. you felt sick.

“oh,” you hummed softly, “okay.”

“thank you,” nat forced a smile. she stood abruptly, the warmth of her skin against yours fizzing into the air as she cleared her throat. “i’m gonna, uh, i’m gonna go talk to akilah. check in and see how the animal pen’s holding up.”

yup. you definitely resented antler queen nat with all of you.

at this point, you were determined to get her off that throne. you were desperate.

you were sick of giving yourself excuses as to why the one person you had once truly believed had your best interest at heart was making you feel like talking to you was the last thing she wanted to do.

like you were such a chore.

like she’d rather let akilah chirp about that stupid petting zoo than kiss you.

like she’d rather let fucking misty yap all day about her creepy obsession with coach than to have a good, normal conversation with you that didn’t concern your duty as the hunter or hers as the queen.

you were beginning to forget how her lips felt. what she tasted like. you hadn’t even gotten a hug, a cuddle at night. she would simply sleep beside you, like you were contagious.

fuck, you hated antler queen nat. did you mention that?

lottie was right. she was barely even queen anymore. she had no power over shauna and her incessant tantrums, she hadn’t been hunting since last winter when javi had been slaughtered, and she was growing sick of trying to contain her internalized guilt, the anger gnawing at the bars, threatening to throw her into a state of hysteria so deep into the burrow she would not be able to claw her way back out.

you were the hand that ruled by your own instincts, undaunted by posed danger (civil or foreign) and merciless. you were willing to stare a doe down before shooting between its eyes.

you sought guidance from within your own voice.

unlike lottie, you didn’t desire approval from a higher authority.

unlike nat, you weren’t stunted by your humanity.

you were the fix, the stricken balance between morality and benevolence. you’ve earned the respect you get from your peers--you’ve earned their loyalty. you were the high priestess. and you deserved to be antler queen.

since, you’ve been pursuing--no, preying on the throne.

“what’re you thinking? you can’t just go and hunt him down like he’s some animal--y/n, will you drop the fucking gun and please listen!” the distress in her voice almost made you yield to her instruction.

but you weren’t nat’s little jester. not anymore.

after days of mari’s absence, she had finally stumbled her way back onto camp. she was in much rougher shape than when she had departed. her eyes were bloodshot and her leg was wrapped in some shitty makeshift cast. she was lying to you about her whereabouts the last few days.

all you had to do was lean down, your hands on your knees as you levelled with mari’s sitting figure. with a clenched jaw and a snarl, you asked her a single question: “where is he?”

and that alone was enough to crumble the deceit she initially vowed she would stick to (for coach’s sake).

from the state of his health, his newfound resources, to his refuge, mari did not hold back on spewing information.

and now, you were ready to avenge for the loss of the cabin.

“i’m done listening, natalie. all i fucking do, is listen, and where has that gotten us? at least here, we can be sure if he’s actually innocent, we can keep him fed. because how i see it, running just made him look guilty.” you stuffed ammo into the utility belt akilah and melissa had crafted for you. you looped it over your head, strapping it right across your chest.

“so, what, you’re gonna kill him? he has one leg, for christ’s sake!”

“i’m not going to kill him. i’m going to bring him back here and choke some answers out of him.” you strapped the rifle to the back of your belt. “whether you like it or not.”

“he fled because he’s innocent, y/n, you know this. you know him, he wouldn’t risk all our lives like that.”

nat reached for your belt, but you grabbed her wrist before she could yank it off of you.

“then i guess i’ll get to hear it from him.”

you let go of her wrist, brushing off the way she caressed the tender skin with a frightened grimace. grabbing your own bandana, you wrapped it around your head, letting a couple loose strands fall to frame your face.

“i’ll have him back before sundown. prep the pen for holding.”

nat could not believe her ears. she could not believe such words were coming from your lips. you never defied her wishes, you never sided with a defector as led astray as shauna, you never unsettled her the way you did right now.

how ruthless you were being. how cutthroat.

nat didn’t recognize you, and it disturbed her deeply.

you marched out of your cabin, seeing shauna was already geared up and waiting in the centre by a dormant bonfire. her hair was up, and her knife was tightly wound in her fingers.

“anybody who’s willing to come help, grab a weapon. if you’re not, i don’t want to see anybody leaving this camp until we’re back.” you barked eyeing the circle that had gathered around you. “nat has decided she will not be stepping up to help, and i know many of you will choose to stay by the antler queen.”

you jerked the rifle off your back, cocking in, basking in the lingering echo of the startling sound.

“but if you have an ounce of respect for everything we’ve built here, i suggest you bring this man to justice. ‘cuz he took away our shelter, and because of him, we’ll have to live through the coming winter knowing we might not wake up one morning.” you rested the snout of the rifle on your shoulder, “so, who’s ready to catch some coach ass?”

sharing glances with each other, gradually the team scattered to do as they were told. shauna’s lips quirked up in satisfaction, the most you’ve seen of a positive mien from the brunette.

first, travis left to grab the axe from the lumber station.

then, tai and van submitted in silence, hoisting a fireplace poker and a hunting net respectively.

you caught sight of lottie’s unreadable expression. she observed from the very back of the pack, her arms crossed and her eyes stern. you struggled to make out a lone thought or emotion from her features, but the slight cock of her head to the side gave you all the approval you needed.

as more than half the team, those who are well and uninjured, volunteered themselves to follow your lead, the sudden sound of twigs and leaves crunching from behind you sounded.

eyes followed nat storming back to your hut across camp.

you looked down to the ground, gulping. any other day, you would’ve followed her, consoled her. but you had greater duties to attend to, as she had. she couldn’t hold it against you, but she did, and that deepened her guilt.

you shot your hut one last glance before you led the party off into the woods.

they trailed after you like ducklings after their mother, wielding torches and rope in preparation for the hunt to bleed into nightfall. travis jogged up beside you, shauna and melissa tailing the both of you a few feet behind.

you hadn’t really spoken to travis since javi’s passing. you used to be close, back when the hunting trip spent every waking moment together out in the wilderness. he was such a jerk when you first began spending time together, a misogynistic, selfish little prick who picked on nat a lot.

you even fought him once, grateful your athletic build gave you a levelled physical advantage with the boy.

he was just relentlessly slut-shaming nat, and though the girl lashed out in defence of her own feelings, you could tell it stung. so without thinking, your fist met his face.

in the end, nat pried you off him, cradling your shaking hand as blood smeared across your bruising knuckles.

he wound up with a broken nose and a black eye.

but he grew more tolerable with time, as grief accelerated his growth. he had to step up to take care of his brother, then he had to step up to feed the team, then come to terms with the loss of his flesh and blood before consuming him.

you hadn’t spoken, because you’ve been busy. but you had your own reservations about him since he started hanging around lottie and her supernatural nonsense more.

“hey,” he grumbled, “do you know where we’re going?”

“i don’t know, travis,” you remarked sarcastically, “who’s been hunting these woods the past year?”

he nodded, pursing his lips awkwardly as he looked elsewhere.

“i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” he muttered under his breath, like he was whispering a dirty secret. he turned his head, eyeing his surroundings before he turned back to you. “are we gonna just go and kill coach?”

“you’re just like nat in the worst ways,” you scoffed, smirking, “when did i become so violent in everybody’s eyes?”

“you did just threaten us with a rifle, so.” travis raised both his eyebrows, slipping a hand into his pockets.

“what? no, i didn’t. all i did was encourage you to join.”

“yeah, didn’t look like it.” travis chuckled, “you’ve turnt into a real hotshot around here. even the ones who would jump off a plane for nat has turned to a y/n devote.”

you eyed him briefly out of the corner of your eye. “really?”

sensing the skepticism mixed with a tinge of irritation at the statement, travis cleared his throat, rethinking his words carefully. “look, i don’t know what’s going on between you and nat, but just know that, i--well, most of us, really, are behind you for whatever you want to do.”

vexed by the sudden statement, you halted in your steps, startling those behind. “what’re you trying to say, martinez?”

travis glanced back at the girls, particularly, shauna’s eye.

his head hung low, his breath quickening under the weight of the snarl you basked him in. as he gathered the words gagging in his throat, shauna took a step forward.

“nat isn’t fit to lead. she fucking knew where coach was hiding, for fuck’s sake.” she confessed, pointing misty with the tip of her knife. “quigley told me they found a trap he set when they were looking for mari.”

agitated, you tilted your head, lips parting in disbelief.

you approached the curly-haired blonde, and with a visible gulp, she backed with you drawing closer.

“you knew where he was?” your voice quivered.

“no, i--nat said--i was just doing what nat told me! but i-i told her we should’ve told everybody and looked for him, he could be starving! he moves around so slowly, i was thinking about how vulnerable he was to all the crazy beasts around here, and i knew we should’ve said something, but nat told me to keep it a secret!” she stammered, “please don’t hurt me, i was just doing what the queen told me to.”

how could she? after all the speeches on justice and equality she had given? after all the times she told you things should be fair? after she lied to your face many times about what she discovered on her scavenging trips.

when you didn’t answer, the team fell into an uncomfortable position. nobody moved a muscle, not even shauna.

you don’t know what you expected. it’s not like you were dating. nobody knew of the two of you.

and it looks like she’s forgotten it too.

sucking in a breath, you threw your head up with a newfound drive. you glanced around, spotting a mark on a distant tree you had made months ago. it was the right area, around where mari recalled ben had taken her. you looked around, reaching for your rifle over your shoulder before you gestured demands.

wordless. assertive. the alpha leading its pack.

as the sun gradually diminished behind acres of forest, and the glade the yellowjackets have claimed lapsed into a glum atmosphere, nat sits anxious by the fire robin and akilah had started. as the few that stayed prepared dinner, the blonde couldn’t help but sit, consumed by her thoughts.

her hands clasped against her purses lips, her glossy eyes stared blankly into the roaring bonfire.

she was losing it. the pressure of everybody’s expectations for her as the queen was crushing what little sanity she had.

she wanted to cry, throw up and stab something all at once.

nat wasn’t one to complain, she wasn’t one to settle, and she believed it became apparent when she started using her antler queen responsibilities as excuses to stay away from you.

it wasn’t because she wanted to, god, she hated how things were now, but she didn’t want you dragged into the messy makeup of leading such an estranged group of animals.

you were bleeding your way into her role, however, and it troubled her deeply.

as she lies beside your sound, sleeping figure at night, she can’t help but be roused awake by her fears. she has spared every person she loved from herself, she shot her father in the face, for christ’s sake, why you enjoy her company will always be such a mystery to her.

usually, she’d have her drinks ready to console her.

but this, being stranded in the wilderness, was the longest she had ever been forced to be sober.

“nat?”

nat blinked herself from her trance, “lottie--what’s up?”

the brunette gazed down at her, eyes curious.

“you seem troubled. are you worried about y/n?”

the blonde’s breath hitched. “no, it’s--don’t worry about me. how’s the stew coming along?”

“are you afraid she will hurt coach scott?”

“lottie, i really don’t feel like talking about this.”

“she won’t kill him, y’know,” the taller insisted, sitting beside a sighing nat. “y/n may be strong-willed, but she’s reasonable. she’s more fair-minded than you’re giving her credit for.”

the italian ran her hands up her face, through the bangs over her forehead and over the bandana.

“are you afraid of being forced to surrender your title?”

was she? she feels the serene spirit she has managed to foster, in contrast to the harsh essence of winter, has raised morale.

“i don’t care about the title, lottie. but coach isn’t gonna survive if they find him.” nat’s fingers fidgeted, “and they will find him as long as y/n’s at the head of that group.”

“she is quite the gifted hunter,” lottie remarked, “that’s it, then? the thing that’s been bothering you?”

no, it isn’t. “i suppose, yeah.”

“well, i believe everything will work out just fine--!”

“oh my god, they fucking found him!”

both of them sprung to their feet upon robin’s declaration. on one edge of the camp, emerging from the leaves and thick bushes was ben, limping his way within the camp with the mouth of your rifle stuck to the back of his neck.

shauna and travis held lit torches, standing just behind you as you pushed the man to his knees, gun to his head.

nat slapped a hand over her mouth. standing before the knelt man with tears welling in her big, brown eyes.

“y/n, what’re you doing?” she gasped softly.

you let out a shaken breath, slowly dropping the snout of the gun. you slid it back onto your back, a hand on the quaking man’s shoulder. you held your lover’s gaze. she was still queen. she was still in charge. “i promised you i wouldn’t kill him. so here’s your chance to prove him innocent.”

shauna scoffed, “what? he almost set us all on fire, we should fucking execute him!”

you held a hand up, silencing her frustrated outburst. she sneered, scoffing with an exaggerated eye roll.

“we’re putting coach on trial. that way, he gets to tell his story, and we get to flesh out both sides.” you tilted your head, challenging nat’s authority. “what do you say, my queen?”

the blonde shot you that deer in the headlights look. “fine.”

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– Where Megan and her best friend fall in love with the same girl: Y/N, and the only thing that keeps them uncertain is the girl's sexuality. (fboy!yn x loser!megan)

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Megan never thought she’d find herself competing with him of all people. She and her best friend had always shared everything—jokes, playlists, a ridiculous amount of late-night fries—but not this. Not her.

Y/N had walked into their lives like an unsolved mystery, new to town and impossible to ignore. She wasn’t loud, but she had a way of making people listen. She wasn’t showy, but Megan had caught more than one pair of eyes lingering when Y/N walked past. She had that effortless kind of presence—the kind that made Megan sit up straighter, made her best friend run a hand through his hair like he suddenly cared about how it looked.

And maybe that was why he fell first. Or maybe he just got to admit it first.

“She’s probably straight, Meg,” he’d said one night, sprawled across her bed, tossing a baseball in the air like his heart wasn’t on the line, while Megan did her makeup “I mean, I haven’t seen her flirt with any girls.”

Megan had just hummed, pretending her stomach hadn’t twisted at his words. Neither had she.

But then there were moments. Small, fleeting things that made Megan wonder—like the way Y/N looked at her, too long, too soft. Like the way she never quite pulled away first when their arms brushed. Like the way she laughed at Megan’s dumb jokes, the ones nobody else found funny.

Megan told herself she was imagining it. That she was only seeing what she wanted to see. And then there was the party.

The music had been loud, the air thick with sweat and summer and the smell of cheap beer. Y/N had been standing by the window, the glow of the city painting golden light across her skin. Megan had barely noticed anyone else.

Her best friend had gone to talk to her first, of course. Megan watched from across the room as he leaned in close, his signature grin in place. He was good at this—charming, confident. Megan knew exactly what he was saying, could practically hear his voice in her head.

“So, anyone here caught your eye?”

She almost didn’t want to look.

But then Y/N turned her head, scanning the crowd, and for the briefest, most heart-stopping moment—she met Megan’s gaze.

And held it.

Megan’s pulse stuttered, breath catching in her throat. It was nothing. It was a glance. It was—

But then Y/N smiled. A slow, knowing thing that sent warmth curling through Megan’s stomach, a look that wasn’t just looking.

The next morning, Megan told herself she had imagined it. That she had read too much into it. But then Y/N was at the coffee shop, standing in line right in front of her, turning around with a knowing tilt of her head.

“Oh, hey,” Y/N said, as if she hadn’t just completely derailed Megan’s ability to form coherent thoughts. “You were at that party last night, right?”

Megan cleared her throat. “Yeah. You were talking to—”

“Your best friend,” Y/N finished, nodding. She didn’t look particularly interested in continuing that topic. Instead, she glanced down at Megan’s drink. “What’s your order?”

Skiendiel blinked. “Uh. An iced vanilla latte.”

Y/N smiled again, that same unreadable expression, and nodded at the barista. “I’ll take the same.”

Megan didn’t even realize she was staring until Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Y/N teased, leaning slightly closer. “Is it a crime to have good taste?”

Megan swallowed. “No. Just... unexpected.”

Y/N hummed, tapping her fingers on the counter as she waited. And then, in the most casual, offhanded way, she said, “Your friend asked me out, you know.”

Megan’s stomach dropped. She forced herself to nod, to play it cool. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N’s lips curved, a little smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Turned him down, tho.”

Megan’s head snapped up. “Oh?”

“Mm.” Y/N grabbed her drink, lifting it to her lips before adding, “I wasn’t interested.”

Megan felt like she was standing on the edge of something dangerous. “In him?”

Y/N glanced at her, amused. “Yeah.” She took a slow sip of her coffee, and then—then—she leaned in just enough for her words to ghost against Megan’s skin.

“But I might be interested in someone else.” And then she was gone, walking out the door with her drink in hand, leaving Megan standing there, completely ruined.

Megan told herself she was imagining it. That she had read too much into it. That was a lie. Because Y/N wasn’t helping.

Ever since that coffee shop encounter, things had shifted. Megan wasn’t sure if it was her—if she was the one seeing things differently now, if her brain was desperate to catch signs that weren’t there. Or if Y/N was actually doing this on purpose.

Flirting. Teasing. Toying with her.

Because it felt like that sometimes. Like Y/N was dropping crumbs just to see if Megan would follow them.

Like when they were all sitting together in the quad, Megan and her best friend both talking to Y/N, the conversation normal enough—until Y/N reached over and plucked a flower out of Megan’s hair.

“Got something,” Y/N murmured, fingers brushing against the back of Megan’s neck, soft, casual. Too casual.

Megan stopped breathing.

Her best friend had noticed. She could tell. He went quiet for a second, then picked up the conversation again, like nothing had happened. Like he wasn’t also watching.

And then there was the time Y/N sat next to her at the diner, their legs pressed together under the booth, and Megan knew she could move away if she wanted. Knew she should.

But then Y/N reached out to grab the glass — Not hers, not the one in front of her, not her untouched one, the chinese's. — and just let out a chuckle before bringing the lipstick mark from the cup to her lips.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Y/N had said, voice light. But her eyes? They were watching. Megan didn’t even have time to process it before her best friend did the same damn thing—not to her, but to Y/N. The same casual reach, the same easy smirk.

“So,” he said, gulping obnoxiously. “You dating anyone back home?”

Megan hated how her heart froze in her chest. She kept her face neutral, shoving a fry into her mouth to keep from looking too interested.

Y/N tilted her head, considering. “Not really.”

Megan’s best friend grinned. “Not really?”

Y/N hummed. “No one worth mentioning.”

Then, and Megan swore this was on purpose, Y/N glanced at her. Just for a second. Just long enough to make Megan grip the edge of the table.

Megan’s best friend caught it. She could tell. And that’s when it really started.

The competition.

Not outright. No one was admitting anything. But Megan could feel it. The way her best friend started trying harder around Y/N. The way he was always there first, always cracking jokes before Megan could, always finding ways to touch Y/N’s arm, to lean in close, to make his interest obvious.

And Y/N? She didn’t stop him.

That’s what drove Megan insane.

Because Y/N let him flirt. Let him make a move. Let him do everything that Megan wanted to do but couldn’t.

Because if she did, if she flirted back, if she touched Y/N the way she ached to, there was no hiding it.

She would lose.

Because if Y/N said no, if she rejected her, Megan would lose Y/N entirely.

And she wasn’t ready for that.

So Megan watched.

Watched her best friend try. Watched Y/N smile at him, lean into him, play along.

And then, every now and then—Y/N would look at her.

And Megan wanted to scream.

Because what did it mean?

Megan was going to lose her mind.

Because Y/N? Was a menace.

A full-blown, shameless, walking temptation that seemed fully aware of what she was doing.

Megan wanted to believe she was imagining it. That Y/N wasn’t actually playing with her like this. That she wasn’t actually laughing against Megan’s ear at every party, stealing her drinks, leaning in too close just to whisper something that didn’t need to be whispered.

That she wasn’t actually letting Megan’s best friend take his shot while keeping her eyes on Megan.

But she was.

And it was driving her insane.

It all came to a breaking point at yet another party—because, of course, it had to be a party.

Megan wasn’t even in the mood to go, but her best friend had dragged her, talking about how tonight’s the night, dude, I’m gonna go for it.

Megan had wanted to vomit.

So now she was here, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as she watched her best friend hover around Y/N, the two of them standing way too close, talking way too easily.

Megan hated it.

But then—then Y/N’s eyes flicked over.

Like she had felt Megan watching.

And instead of looking away, Y/N did something worse.

She smiled.

Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she reached up—and fixed his collar.

Megan’s stomach dropped.

Her best friend grinned, saying something Megan couldn’t hear over the music. Y/N laughed, shaking her head. Still looking at Megan. Megan pushed off the wall.

She didn’t think. She didn’t plan. She just walked—straight up to them, straight into their conversation, straight into Y/N’s personal space.

"Stealing my drink again?" Megan asked, voice light, too light, as she plucked the red cup out of Y/N’s hand.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. Then she grinned. "Didn’t know it was yours."

Megan raised an eyebrow, sipping anyway. "You always take mine."

Y/N hummed. "Maybe I just like your taste."

Megan nearly choked.

Her best friend was watching.

He saw it. The shift. The way Megan and Y/N were locked in this silent, charged thing that had been going on for weeks.

And Megan knew—she had to make a move.

Now or never.

So she tilted her head, leaning in just slightly. "Oh, is that so?"

Y/N’s lips twitched. She lifted the cup out of Megan’s hand, took a slow, deliberate sip. Then—without breaking eye contact—she handed it back.

Megan took it.

Y/N leaned in, close enough that Megan could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth of her breath.

"You should be more obvious," Y/N murmured, voice barely audible over the music.

Megan’s pulse stuttered. "About what?"

Y/N smiled, brushing past her, their fingers grazing for a second—just a second—before she disappeared into the crowd. Leaving Megan standing there.

Completely wrecked.

And her best friend?

He sighed, rubbing his face.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I think I lost this one."

Megan stared at the spot where Y/N had vanished, heart racing, brain short-circuiting. Yeah.

Yeah, he did.

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