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Sub Quinn Fabray x FTM reader who really wants to dom but feels a bit insecure at first? 🥺 pls im horny

reader is only on t, p*ck mention, post canon, very soft..too soft. 🎧

you’d looked stupidly handsome all day. from the moment she opened the door and saw you standing with your new denim jacket and a single flower you found on your way there to how you took her to an arcade a few days after she confessed she’d never been to one, you lost to her on the easiest level of ninja ninja revolution (she swears, you’re worse than finn.) and carried her jacket when she got hot, quinn was smitten. and flustered. and a little overwhelmed by how good you’ve been looking lately.

of course she’s always thought that of you. but you just seem more happy and confident. you talk a little bit more now, not so low in front of other people. you’re filling out your clothes a ever so slightly noticeable—she simply loves you harder each time she sees you.

quinn has never taken a relationship so seriously before you. she’s read, watched videos about trans people and their struggles because the last thing she wants is to make you uncomfortable.

she’d learned the hard way what that word means and she never wants you to feel that way. ever.

of course, you feel the same.

quinn wasn’t very open about her past with the mohawk guy (thank god you never came across him) who took advantage of her insecurities by getting her drunk, but she did tell you about beth. this was long before you did anything. sure, you were dating already but you never initiated anything.

and after she told you about her pregnancy, you were more careful, because the last thing you wanted was to remind her of him.

you held her close, thanked her for trusting you with something so personal, and when she teared up, you knew that if things ever did go further with her, if she chose you to be the one to share herself with in that way, you would be a gentleman. you’d do everything she deserves.

said and done, you did.

and while you didn’t always say it, she knew that being naked around someone wasn’t easy for you either. that there were certain things you didn’t want her to see because you didn’t eithe. she noticed the way your voice dipped when the lights were on, so it was always off when you took off your shirt.

and now, here you are, in her room, casually tugging off your jacket while mumbling something about not seeing your charger. you’re half turned away from her, digging around on the bed near her nightstand with only a shirt that hugs your back just right, and jesus, did she mention how pretty you look right now?

“what?” you smile, pausing your search to smile at her.

“nothing.” she stands up from your desk, hands behind her back as usual while she walks up to you with those half lidded eyes. she chuckles, and you do, too.

“so you’re just looking at nothing?”

“i’m looking at my boyfriend. can’t i do that?” she tilts her head, looking up like she’s thinking as she circles your neck with her arms, leaning into you with a shy smile.

“hmm, i don’t know… can you?” you leave a small kiss on her cheek and she suddenly wants. badly. to kiss you stupid. to do all the things you do for her tonight. to show you. she doesn’t want to wait for you to make the first move tonight. you’ve been so good. all day. always.

your hands rest on her hips when her lips brush yours, feeling hers curling up. she’s happy.

but her stomach twists with nerves because she’s never done this before and she’s scared to disappoint you or that you wouldn’t want her to. she knows your body is something you don’t always love. and she wants to touch you right.

she’s still a little shaky, still unsure if she can really do this. “i love you.” she breathes, pulling back just a few inches.

your eyes shine, she can see them. with the biggest smile she’s ever seen, you reach up to brush her hair behind her ear. “i love you more.”

her fingers curl at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair lingering, trying to gather her courage just a brief moment before her hands trace down until they rest on your shoulders. “can you… uh, i wanna, wanna try something, okay?”

you blink, confused, by her sheepish hesitation, but you nod. that’s when her she applies a little force to sit you down on the edge of the bed. something about the way her cheeks are flushing makes your breath catch a little. she’s never done this before. both never break eye contact.

her thumb brushes your temple as you search her face, trying to figure out what she’s planning in that pretty, overthinking head of hers. she leans in, fingers slipping down to cup your neck, tilting your head up ever so slightly so she can kiss you again. this time it’s deeper. her breath stutters against your lips.

you break it, curious. “you okay?” it comes out as a broken chuckle. now she’s making you nervous.

“yeah. just you… you look really hot when you look up at me like that.”

that catches you off guard, but her mouth is on yours again before you can process a reply, and so are her thighs around your hips. “lay back for me?” her nose grazes yours and you can only nod. what is she doing to you right now?

she didn’t have to tell you what was the thing she said she wanted to do. you swallow while your back meets the pillows. “oh.”

she chuckles. a hand lands on the side of your face and the next second her hair is tickling your face as you meet her lips halfway while the other holds your chest on the matters when you try to support yourself on your elbows. “lay back means lay back, baby.”

you blush at that. you blush harder when her free hand makes its slow way through your torso to your pelvis. careful to only touch where you’ve let her before. she doesn’t go under your shirt. you’ve talked about this. you’re not ready for that. and that’s okay.

her fingers hover just above the waistband of your boxers now, teasing, not quite dipping beneath it yet. she’s watching you the entire time: your flushed cheeks, the way you look up at her, the rise and fall of your chest.

“is this okay?” she asks softly, and when you nod, she smiles like she’s proud of you. like you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “you tell me to stop if you need to.” her middle finger parts your folds—your hips twitch slightly, a soft gasp leaving your throat, and she kisses it right off your lips.

“i’ve wanted to do this to you for a while… return the favor?” her voice is surprisingly steady for someone who’s teasing your tdick for the first time, though there’s a shaky edge to it.

your face twitches, lips part, and she bites her lip. her finger stops circling that just to tease your entrance. slow. “quinn—”

“i know,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. “i know, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

her hand stroking you so gently it makes your eyes flutter. and then her finger pushes just the tiniest bit deeper and your back arches followed by a broken whine.

“there. that’s what you like, hmm?” she hums innocently, eyes flicking between your face and where her hand is disappearing beneath your waistband.

“look at me.” you open them again, breath ragged, dizzy. “you always take care of me. let me take care of you now.”

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I wanna assign my mutuals bath and body works candles

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being in a secret relationship with jackie

it’s late september in wiskayok, and the air is starting to cool, but the bleachers behind the field still burn a little from the sun if you lean back too long. you’re sitting there now knees pulled up, chin resting on them watching jackie lace her cleats like she’s in a nike ad and not a dusty new jersey town with one decent gas station.

she’s got her practice jersey bunched up around her waist and her hair in a high ponytail that you’ve seen her redo at least four times in the past ten minutes. she’s nervous.

“you’re gonna be late,” you murmur, kicking her shin gently.

jackie looks up with a grin like the sun came out just for her.

“you say that like you don’t like watching me get in trouble.”

you roll your eyes, but the truth is, you do. there’s something funny about miss perfect jackie taylor getting chewed out by coach martinez because she spent fifteen minutes behind the bleachers “hanging out” with a girl no one knows she’s dating.

she tugs the tongue of her cleat, then leans over and kisses you quickly so fast you barely feel it, and so soft you feel it everywhere.

you blink at her.

“that was lame.”

“shut up.”

but she’s grinning again, her whole face lit up, cheeks pink like she’s still nervous, even after all this time.

“you said no lipstick today.”

“i said no smudgy lipstick,” you tease, “there’s a difference.”

jackie exhales, flops back on the grass beside you.

“i hate this part.”

“what part?”

“this part where i have to go be ‘jackie taylor’ and not just... me. with you.”

her eyes flicker to yours, cautious and soft. “the real part.”

you reach over and gently run your fingers over hers, the way you’ve done a thousand times in the dark during your so-called “sleepovers.” the ones where you watch clueless or scream until your stomach hurts from laughing and then fall asleep wrapped around each other like a couple of dorks who don’t want morning to come.

jackie’s always the big spoon. even when she pretends she doesn’t like cuddling.

(“you move too much,” she said once, halfway through a sleepover. and then held onto you like a damn koala all night.)

you squeeze her hand.

“we’ll get out of here someday, jack.”

she looks at you like she wants to believe it. like she almost does.

“you think there’s a place where we can do this without sneaking around behind bleachers and pretending we’re just best friends who are really into sleepovers?”

“i think there’s a place where people won’t care if you kiss me in daylight.”

you pause.

“...and where your mom doesn’t give me the evil eye every time i show up with a duffel bag.”

jackie groans. “god, she totally thinks we’re hooking up.”

“we are hooking up.”

“yeah, but she knows.” jackie hides her face in her hands, then peeks out between her fingers with a half-laugh. “she made me go to confession after your last sleepover. confession, y/n. i told father donnelly that we were practicing lines for romeo and juliet.”

you snort. “which version? the one where juliet takes her top off?”

jackie shoves your shoulder but she’s laughing now, that full-bodied laugh that makes her eyes crinkle and your chest ache a little because you love her.

(not the soft kind of love, either. the kind that punches a hole in your ribs when you realize how deep in you are. the kind that doesn’t go away even when you’re pretending it’s nothing.)

the whistle blows across the field and jackie winces.

“i have to go be the captain now.”

you nod. “yes, ma’am.”

she stands, then pauses and looks down at you, sun behind her like a halo, even though she swears too much and forgets to turn in her english homework half the time.

jackie taylor—homecoming queen, golden girl, certified overachiever.

she steps closer, crouches down, and kisses you again. slower this time. longer. warm and familiar and just a little desperate.

“friday night?” she whispers. “movie night?”

you grin. “if by ‘movie’ you mean thirty minutes of pretending to watch empire records before making out until my mom threatens to come in, then yes. movie night.”

jackie tugs her ponytail tighter, smiles.

“it's a date.”

she jogs off toward practice, and you stay there for a minute longer, heart still thudding, already counting down the days until you can be alone again.

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knuckle velvet lottie matthews ⋆⭒˚.⋆

lottie sees you as some sort of prophet. someone that the wilderness gods sent purely to strengthen her belief. she tries constantly to get you to join the prayer circles, though you're too shy and refuse, even if you believe in the wilderness. she can't force you to participate, but that doesn't mean she won't pray for you during the circles. you're not great with conversation. lottie tries her best to understand that, though will still follow you around and try to talk. most of the time, it ends up with her chatting away while you nod silently. she guesses that she should be grateful she could even get that. for the rest of the time in the beloved wilderness, she's stuck by your side as long as you'll let her.

twenty-five years later, when the yellowjackets reunite and show up at lottie's "community", she's ecstatic to see that you're a part of the bunch. the only problem: you want nothing to do with her. you're convinced she made you go a little bit more insane, somehow manipulated you into being her doll to fuel her delusions and caused a spiraling that never quite stopped. she's heartbroken, by your dismissal and the way she can't help but smile at the sight of you. it's cruel, the way she's utterly trapped in you, tightly wrapped around your finger, after all of these years.

this kind of turned into a mini-fic, but i've been sitting on an idea like this for a while and decided to write it :) and yes this is loosely based on an ethel cain song

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mourning the loss of two baddies 💔 Van Palmer Laura lee childhood best friends supremacy.

rip baddies 🪽🛩️💥🔪

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PLEASER .ᐟ 𝓢HAUNA SHIPMAN

♱ though you were the antler queen, shauna seemed oddly comfortable bossing you around

♱ cw; slight!nsfw under the cut, harsh language, f!r, boyfriend!shauna, natstoryline!r, shauna would’ve been nicer if they just let my girl lezz out :/

“loser says ‘what’.” mari hissed in her ear in passing.

shauna’s head snapped back, but before she could spit back, you were quick to pounce to your feet. “knock it off, mar!”

the butcher brushed past you, charging at mari.

tackling the raven-haired girl to the ground, shauna held mari’s arm against her back. she held up the bandaged fist, leaning down to whisper through the struggle, “say one more fucking word, and it’ll be your whole fucking arm.”

“jesus--!” you barked, surging to split the two writhing on the ground. “enough already!”

tai and melissa lunged to grab shauna by her arms. you held mari, shoving her behind you. you caught the snarl on the brunette’s face, holding up a hand, gesturing for her to calm down. “what the fuck, shipman?”

“your pet is being a bitch. maybe you should string that leash a little tighter.” she spat through a clenched jaw.

“did you just call me a pet--?”

“okay, enough!” you stepped to place yourself just in the centre, between the two of them. “you guys want me to play the warden? fine. starting tomorrow, both of you are on house arrest. i don’t want to see either of you out of your huts and anywhere near each other. did i make myself clear?”

shauna jerked out of her guards’ grasp, rolling her eyes.

you raised your eyebrows, hands on your hips. eyeing between them when you got no response. “am i clear?” you repeated.

mari nodded, exhaling shakily. god, was she relieved.

if it weren’t for you, she was sure she would’ve been in store as next winter’s rations by now.

as you watched mari stroll off, you drew shauna’s gaze.

the butcher stepped towards you, her rough hand latching unto your arm harshly. her lips brushing against the helix of your ear as she growled, “hut. now.”

you let her drag you off to her hut, indifferent to the looks of question a couple pair of eyes flashed your way.

“what?” you scoffed, hands on your hips. “what is it?”

“what’d you mean ‘what’? you totally steamrolled me out there.” she barked, “are you fucking serious?”

ah, it might be appropriate to mention; you and shauna had a rather… complicated relationship dynamic.

her and jackie used to be a package deal. you wanted jackie, shauna came with. one couldn’t, and wouldn’t, go without the other. but after the crash, the bond between the two grew estranged, and eventually, shauna sought solace in the one yellowjacket that had yet to turn their back upon her.

she was desperate. she was pregnant. you were there.

you were there to say the things jackie wouldn’t, the ones she hopelessly needed to hear.

“i can’t have you and mari stirring up a storm around here anymore,” you sighed, “tension’s high and morale’s low, the last thing we need is some petty playground beef.”

“you’re gonna walk out there and let us go, warden.”

her little acts of rebellion were what she needed, so you let the first couple slip. but you were deeply regretting letting her get away with them, because now she won’t stop.

your authority meant little to shauna, and you need an urgent revamp to remind her just who was put in charge.

“no.” you replied. you swore you saw steam from her ears.

“no?” she replied, her lips curling into a vindictive smirk, her eyebrows still deeply furrowed. “did you just say ‘no’ to me?”

you crossed your arms, swallowing your nerves.

“yes, shipman. i said no.”

“stop fucking calling me that.” you were quickly pinned to the wall, shauna’s hand around your neck. a stunned gasp escaped your lips, her fingers etching her mark into your skin. “here’s what’s gonna happen. i’m not gonna be on house arrest, no, but mari will be. you’ll make sure that little pest stays out of my lane, and you won’t shame me like that in front of everybody again. do you understand?”

you let out a small whimper, nodding frantically.

her grip on your throat tightened, your pulse racing against her fingertips. “use your words.” she ordered, her breath grazing the burning tip of your ears.

“yes.” you managed, squirming beneath her.

“yes, ‘what’?” she asked, you knew just how to appease her.

“yes, shauna.” you breathed, feeling her warm palm creep up your shirt and caress your waist. “i understand.”

“good.” she hummed, her hand on your neck gliding smoothly up the curve of your neck to grab your jaw. her dull, doe eyes peered down at your lips, her own parting as her chest heaved with each quickening breath.

“wait, is that shauna?” gen questioned, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes for a closer glimpse.

melissa’s head snapped towards the back of camp, where they watched the butcher sharpen her knife. her shaggy hair parted to the side, and her flannel sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

“isn’t she supposed to be on house arrest?”

“right, ‘cause shauna’s the most obedient person we know,” melissa scoffed, “she’s probably violating her probation just to piss y/n off for putting her in time out--here.”

the blonde led the other towards your hut, where you were in a meeting with nat and tai about the logistics of camp.

upon the two shielding any light pouring through the arched opening of your private hut, all three pairs of your eyes looked up at the two standing amidst your doorway.

“y/n, can we talk to you for a second?” melissa asked.

you raised an eyebrow, you lips parting in hesitance. you glanced back towards tai and nat sitting on the cushions before you. you scoffed softly, a polite smile across your lips. “i’m kinda in the middle of something, ladies.”

“it’s kinda urgent,” gen added, her grimace evident.

you sighed, but after a quick nod of approval from tai and an indifferent shrug from nat, you gestured for them to continue.

“we think… shauna’s plotting something.” melissa’s voice fell to a hushed whisper at the end, “she’s either planning on jumping you or mari, we don’t know which.”

the hut fell silent for a moment.

you paused, rescinding your though before speaking. “what?”

“uhm, shauna? the big raging monster who’s been biting people and shit?” gen cocked her head. “she’s dangerous.”

“what makes you say that--? the killing part, i mean.” your eyebrows furrowed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

on top of lottie’s supernatural bs, conspiracies were too much.

“she’s not in her hut, she’s strutting around camp like she didn’t fucking assault mari.” melissa’s thumb pointed outside.

“uh,” you stammered, “i, uh… lifted the punishment.”

“what?” tai hissed, “are you batshit? you can’t just let shauna get away with treating mari like a chew toy.” she shot forward. “this is exactly what we were just talking about, y/n, soon enough, she’ll actually believe she can get away with anything. you’ve gotta put that ban back right now.”

you groaned, “look, i talked to shauna after and she knows what she did was wrong! it wasn’t like mari didn’t light the fuse, it’s not fair i punish her.”

“isn’t that why you punished them both in the first place?”

you sighed, rolling your eyes before glaring at the italian. as if mentally telling her, ‘not helping, nat!’

“what you did was nice and just. now that you’ve got shauna running free and mari serving time, you’ve tipped the scale again.” tai crossed her arms, “you’ve gotta set your foot down with her before she actually does do some damage.”

you held your hands up. “okay, okay! i’ll talk to her.”

you shuffled up, scurrying between melissa and gen, who made way for you. the two disperse as well, eager to catch the drama of your confrontation. as you disappear from their view, tai and nat share a mutual look of skepticism.

“how much do you wanna bet they’re fucking?”

tai sneered at nat’s prompt. “oh, come on. like y/n would ever.”

the blonde chuckled, shaking her head. “dude, think about it for a second, it’s so fucking obvious.”

“see, i actually like y/n, so i wouldn’t wish this upon her.”

“really?” nat scoffed, “how does two weeks of chores sound?”

tai narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips. after a brief pause, she slapped nat’s hand harshly in a shake, sealing the reward.

when shauna saw you approaching her, the first thing she could see was the hickey peeking out of your shorts with every stride you took. her heart swelled with pride.

she smirked to herself, setting her knife down, bracing herself for whatever excuse of a scolding you were about to give.

“shipman, get back in your hut!” you yelled harshly.

taken aback by the alternative approach, she scoffed. “what?”

“you heard me.” you spat, grabbing her arm and yanking her up. your hands planted on her chest, nudging her backwards towards her hut. “i don’t want you out of here until the sun comes up tomorrow morning.”

“the fuck?” she grabbed your wrists, “hold on--!”

“no, you listen to me.” you hissed, “people are starting to notice me cutting you slack, i want you to take this punishment and think about how you can control your anger issues.”

“hey! have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

you shoved her straight into her hut. she fell back into the cushions making a bed, watching as you stood over her with your arms crossed. you clenched your jaw, foot stepping straight between her legs and down against her chest when she tried to stand up. she snarled.

“stay down.” you ordered, “and stay here. i’m warning you.”

shauna didn’t flinch. she cocked her head aside slightly, one brow arching, that slow, maddening smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. replacing what once was that menacing scowl, you were--as twisted as it sounded--beginning to miss it. “i was hungry,” she said with a newfound softness, tucking the knife in her hand back into her belt without breaking eye contact. “didn’t think the queen would mind her butcher feeding herself. thought you’d have better things to care for.”

you let your foot dig into her chest just more in warning, trying not to let your face betray how your skin lit up every time she challenged you like this. “i didn’t ban you from eating. i banned you from leaving this hut after you attacked mari.”

"banned?" shauna snorted, but not before dragging the tips of her fingers across your ankle, slow and deliberate. “i was exempted by your majesty, remember? besides, mari’s a mouthy little bitch. it was time she got dealt with.”

you watched her face contort from one of annoyance to one of calculated seduction. “that’s not your call.”

she stopped, turned to face you fully. you could see it then--how much she loved this, the push and pull, the crackle of tension between rule and rebellion. the knowing you could yell at her all you wanted, but still submit the moment she touched you. she chuckled, the sound made your stomach churn. she grabbed your leg gently. “and you think it’s yours?”

you gulped, but held your ground, heart pounding.

you could only stand and watch as she moved your leg effortlessly, propping herself up so she could be facing you just one breath away. she smirked, the lines under her eyes creasing as she nodded, urging you to answer her.

“I’m the one wearing the crown. not you.”

she laughed--quiet and mocking, eyes flicking to the stupid necklace akilah had made you with an antler pendent.

“you’re right. you wear it,” she murmured, chuckling lowly. “but you don’t know what to do with it.”

you rolled your eyes. “just stay in the hut, shipman.”

she crossed her arms. “yeah, right,” she whispered, stepping even closer, so she could grab your waist, pulling you into her. “are you done with your little act? got that out your system?”

wow, were you really that disrespected as a leader?

“watch it,” you hissed, “before you make me do something both of us don’t want.”

she stared at you for a long second, eyes dark and daring, and then, she smiled. “okay,” she said, grabbing the side of your hips. “you’re the queen. i’ll stay right here.”

a bad feeling riddled you as she stared back at you with a submissive edge, but it felt like the crown was starting to fit.

dinner was thin that night--rabbit, again, stewed with dried berries in a dented pot that hissed softly over the fire. you sat a little apart from the others, still-full cup of stew in your hands, watching the steam curl and vanish into the cool spring night. shauna was across from you, expression unreadable, chewing slow like nothing had happened. like she hadn’t spent the last hours testing your chair, leaving her mark in the crown.

tai dropped down beside you with a grunt and handed you a wooden bowl. “the queen gets extra treats. eat up.”

she said casually, elbows resting against her knees.

“says who?” you scoffed, staring down at the bowl of jerky.

“says me. you’ve barely touched that thing of stew, so you’re obviously not into it.” she nodded towards the dented cup you’ve been toying with for the entirety of dinner. “i got some leftover jerky from the shed. you need to eat something.”

“ah. thanks.” you didn’t answer, picking at the food, though you weren’t hungry. tai, of course, didn’t drop it as she should.

“y’know if you ever need someone to lay it on shauna, im happy to help,” tai muttered under her breath. “she’s been out of control lately, and you--” she paused, eyes narrowing as her gaze flicked to the collar of your shirt. “what the hell is that?”

you froze, jerking away as her fingers reach your neck.

tai reached out before you could pull away, brushing her fingers against the edge of the bruise that peeked out above your neckline--a deep purple mark blooming just below your collarbone. “that’s a hickey,” she announced, just a tad louder than you had hoped. you quickly shushed her.

“it’s not,” you lied, stiffly tugging your coat closed. “it’s probably just some tick bite i got from the lake.”

tai scoffed. “oh, come on, if anybody here knows what a hickey looks like, it’s me. lemme see that!”

you clenched your jaw, avoiding her eyes. “tai, it’s not--!”

“you liar!” she squealed, your collar tugged down to your collarbone with her fingers. “who in the hell is our lovely y/n l/n screwing around here?”

“shh!” you hissed, “can you keep it down! it’s not a hickey!”

“getting some isn’t a crime, y/n. just tell me who it is.”

“does it matter?” you scoffed, “it doesn’t change anything.”

“of course it matters,” tai replied, nudging you with her elbow. “you’re the antler queen, if there’s another potential antler queen or king around here, i need to know.”

“there isn’t,” you snapped, a little too fast. “let it go, turner.”

tai raised an eyebrow at the defensive edge to your tone, but didn’t press further. she held her hands up. “you’re the boss.”

when she stood to leave, most likely to share her findings with van, you pulled your coat tighter and adjusted your shirt, making sure the bruise was well-hidden now. from across the fire, shauna was watching again--eyes half-lidded, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she toyed with her knife. like she knew tai caught you, and she liked it.

you rolled your eyes, but still, your stomach fluttered. you hated her for that. almost as much as you hated yourself.

you don’t remember exactly when everything fell into a deep pit of insanity, but you caught yourself standing amidst wave after wave of chaos and hysteria.

the camp was loud; panicked voices overlapping, boots crunching as people circled and recircled the same patch of forest clearing like mari would suddenly reappear if they just looked hard enough. but she didn’t.

and god, did you wish she’d just pop up like her mari self and say, “sike! you guys should see your faces.”

her spot at dinner was still untouched, her blanket rumpled.

and everyone knew it wasn’t like her to wander off this long without making some drama about it first.

“she probably slipped and fell into a ravine,” van offered unhelpfully, arms crossed and voice too chipper. “or she’s hiding as some crazy trick to get us worried.”

“she was being a brat all day,” nat added, adjusting her hair-band. “but even mari wouldn’t play games like this.”

then misty’s voice cut through the murmur like a blade. “so we’re really not gonna talk about the fact that shauna was the last one to threaten her and then mari’s suddenly gone?”

all heads turned towards the butcher. she didn’t flinch.

Just be leaned against the post of the meat-drying rack, arms crossed, her expression calm but simmering.

“oh, please,” she scoffed, “if i wanted to get rid of her, you wouldn’t even realize she’s missing.”

“jesus,” misty gasped, clutching the coach’s jacket like pearls. “are we hearing this? she just basically confessed.”

“you better watch your mouth, quigley,” shauna snapped.

the shouting started to swell again--tai stepping forward to place herself between shauna and misty, nat’s hand twitching near the knife in her pocket, lottie getting involved with some wilderness preaching. you needed to tame the fire--and fast.

you let it go for a few seconds, long enough to watch how quick everyone was to turn on each other.

it uneased you, as it has unraveled under your rule.

“enough!” you yelled at the top of your lungs.

everybody froze, their voices ceasing. you looked around, your voice more steady than you felt. “we’re not turning on each other right now because mari can’t afford it. what happened to her isn’t important, finding her is our priority. so until we find mari fucking ibarra, i don’t want to hear another accusation.”

“but--!” misty chimed. tai eyed you skeptically.

“i said enough,” you repeated, your tone final. “no one’s guilty until we know. that’s how this works.”

silence stretched. the group shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other, but no one challenged you.

shauna gave you a cool stare, cross-armed and watching.

“we need to split up,” you announced, “cover as much ground as we can before it gets dark. now, nat and i will lead two parties. i want travis and akilah to lead their own as well. find yourself a group, spread out into even numbers, and find her.”

you waved for nat’s gun, she reluctantly handed it over.

“now, who’s coming with me?” you slung it over your head.

sending people into the woods, half-fed and directionless, wasn’t a plan--it was a risk. realistically, mari had been gone for the better part of a day, and most of the team weren’t exactly well-fed. still, only few of you knew the woods. the others could barely tell north from their own footprints.

you weren’t sure who you were hoping would join you, exactly. but you were sure you needed more than the rifle for security.

especially cuz you were queen; antlers are prone to predators.

wordlessly, you felt a presence loom over your shoulder.

shauna had stepped across the quad to stand beside you.

her antic got a few side-eyes, but no one said anything. they knew shauna was one loyal son of a bitch, especially to her newYou could feel Tai’s stare burning into your side, but you kept your gaze on Shauna, steady and unreadable.

“good luck keeping an eye on that one,” gen scoffed.

“hey.” you called, glaring at the girl. “one more word, and you’re on bucket duty ‘til winter.”

behind you, shauna shot misty a smug smirk. taunting her.

how could you, of all people, their sacred leader who always put the team’s wellbeing first defend a sadist as cruel as shauna? it made no sense, how you were always flying to her rescue, even when she didn’t quite deserve it.

the woods were quiet in that eerie, smothering sense. branches creaked, the wind stirred dry needles along the ground, but there was no sign of mari.

just the trees, serene silence--and sexual tension.

“really? are you still stuck on that whole ‘i’m the queen, listen to me’ thing?” she scoffed, you could hear the smirk. “come on, i didn’t take you for such a boring old dictator.”

“drop it.” you ordered, hand tightening around the gun strap.

“why’re you so worried about her anyway?” shauna scoffed behind you, her tone dry, “maybe she finally realized no one liked her and ran off into the trees to make it dramatic.”

you stopped in your tracks, turned. “can you not be such a heartless asshole for five minutes?”

she blinked, taken aback. “wow. thought sex would fuck the annoying mom voice out of you.”

you exhaled sharply. “you’re literally the worst person ever.”

shauna followed, boots crunching loudly, deliberately. “you chose to be alone with me, l/n. why’re you whining now?”

“i wanted to make sure you wouldn’t come back alone and i’d end up finding misty dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“you sure that’s the only reason?” she teased, a flicker of heat in her voice. she leant in, kissing your jaw. “mari’s been out here this long already, what’s another hour or so?”

you shoved her. “god, do you ever take anything seriously? she could be dead, for fuck’s sake, and you’re horny?”

she furrowed her brows, her hand on your hip slipping down. “what do you want me to do? cry about it? hold your hand and whisper that everything’s gonna be okay?”

“can we just… not? please?” you snapped, louder than you meant to. “i’m already so tired from managing a dozen people’s every move seven days of the week, i don’t need you giving me more problems, okay?”

a beat of silence. the wind rustled above.

she stepped in close, too close, the sharp scent of smoke and pine clinging to her--well, your--clothes. “then let me help.”

you opened your mouth to mutter out some poor excuse, but she kissed you before you could answer. hard and fast. her hands gripping your hips like she could wring control out of your body if she just held tight enough.

you tried to pull back. “shauna--!”

she kissed you again, slower this time, and your resistance melted like snow against skin. her fingers slid beneath your shirt, palms hot even through your shirt, grounding you and overwhelming you all at once.

“you’re swamped, right?” she murmured against your neck. “i want you to relax… let me help you with your duties.”

perhaps you lacked respect for your own place, but god help you, when shauna touched you like that--like you were the only thing she could still claim as she rages at the world--you felt like something she needed, something that made her human again. and who was a queen who didn’t serve her people?

even if this version of shauna only lasted when she wanted.

so you let yourself melt into her arms, backing into the trunk of the nearest tree. her lips trace the dip of your neck, tongue wet and hot against your skin. her hands melded around your hips just right, before she met you for another quick and needy kiss.

the moment you stepped back into camp, the shift was obvious. it felt like they knew you wasted the better part of the day letting shauna devour you whole instead of searching for your missing teammate.

your hair mussed beneath your bandana, and your cheeks still hadn’t cooled from the sharp burn of shauna’s hands.

you didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as you set the rifle down by the fire. your lips were swollen, your jacket half-zipped, and every inch of you screamed touched.

you tried to act normal, clearing your throat.

“so… anything?” you glanced around the circle, and perhaps it was your brain overthinking, but you caught some suspicion.

shauna, unlike you, looked like she just went for a nature walk.

she strolled in behind you, chin high, the usual tension drained from her shoulders and replaced with something looser.

she stood behind you, sneer looming over your shoulder like she was your guard dog. nobody looked your way as she glared down every single person around that circle, her hand on the small of your waist. “are you guys fucking mute? answer her.”

“uh, no.” nat reported, gulping. “nothing south of camp.”

“no sign of her up north either.” travis added.

you glanced over at akilah, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

alas, she shook her head regretfully. you could only let your eyes flutter shut as your heart sunk to your stomach.

“okay, uh… good effort, everyone.” shauna slipped in as everybody waited in bated breath for your reply. you could only sigh softly, you hand flush against your forehead. “we try again at the crack of dawn. the moment the sun rises, we’re setting out. just get some sleep and save your energy for tomorrow.”

everybody gradually disperses from that dismissal.

you caught the “since when was she in charge?” from gen.

hands on your hips, you remained standing in the middle of camp as everybody retired to their huts. loitering behind you stood shauna, who had her arms crossed.

“you need sleep, l/n. no use worrying, it won’t help mari.”

“i can’t believe this happened because i was too distracted. i should’ve kept an eye on everybody.”

“oh come on, people should be able to look after themselves.”

“y’know, if you had just listened to me and stayed in your goddamn hut, none of this would be happening.”

shauna knocked her head back. “really? this again? will you give it a fucking rest already?” she began sauntering towards her own hut, before you grabbed her hand.

“shauna, stop walking away from me when we’re talking.”

“you listen to me, y/n. when i tell you to drop it, you drop it.”

taken aback by her assertive tone, you felt your hand slip from hers. you glanced around to see if anybody had heard, and you were glad to see nobody had a head out from their huts.

“i know you’re stressed about this mari situation,” lulled into a gentler tone, she continued, “and when i find that little bitch, i’ll beat her sorry ass to a pulp. but right now, you’ve gotta stop wasting energy yelling at me and relax.” she squeezed your shoulder. “the girls need you at your best, so why don’t you go get some shut eye. i’ll handle everything for tomorrow.”

maybe you have been preoccupied with the wrong things.

“okay.” you sighed, “you’re right. i need to just relax.”

by the time you had undone your hair and changed into a more comfortable set of clothes, it was well into the night. the wind had calmed, but the cold still crept through the gaps in your walls like it owned the place.

you were curled up on the narrow cot in the antler queen hut, shamelessly more spacious than the ones surrounding it.

you stared at the warped ceiling straws, trying to will your body to forget shauna’s mouth, her voice, her weight pressing into you like a promise. you should be thinking of a game plan to find mari, to worry about your friend, but all you could think about was a certain butcher with a nasty attitude.

then a gust circled your hut, and you turned to see the curtain pushed aside before a figure stepped through the arch.

you didn’t have to see her face to know it was her. no one else would dare sneak into the queen’s hut after dark--not unless they wanted to be exiled by lottie, or worse. shauna didn’t say a word as she slipped inside and draped the blind shut behind her. her boots barely made a sound as she crossed the floor.

she didn’t ask. just slid beneath the furs beside you, cool fingers brushing your arm before she settled in close.

her hand found your waist. her nose nudged the back of your neck. she sighed--like she had finally come home.

“…shauna?” you whispered, not moving, not even turning to face her. “i thought you were making plans for tomorrow.”

“shh,” she muttered quickly. “just go back to sleep.”

but you felt your heart race at her body heat mingling with yours. the way she was clinging onto you right then, thigh flush against yours, her breath soft and steady in your hair. shauna--the girl who’d rather gut a bitch before admitting she needed help--wasn’t here to start something rough or fast?

it was so odd to feel it; her need to lay beside you to sleep.

you didn’t say anything. you reached back and linked your fingers with hers, dragging it to hold in front of your chest.

outside, by the dead firepit, nat leaned against a splintered beam, her arms crossed. tai stood beside her, eyes narrowing at the faint light glowing through the cracks of your hut. the two had gathered to talk about ben’s situation, but watching shauna sneak across camp to the queen’s hut was something neither of them could ignore.

“oh my god,” tai muttered, “first the hickey, now this?”

“told you,” nat said, grinning like the smug bastard she was.

“no. no way. y/n is so--” tai scoffed, her arms crossed. “that’s why the bitch never gets punished. fuck, now i gotta do your chores for a month?”

nat shrugged, smug. “hey, if anything, i should’ve bet higher. you were never gonna win that one.”

tai cursed under her breath while nat laughed.

tai could not believe her eyes. for a moment, she was certain she was still asleep and this was some fucked up nightmare. but van’s sarcastic comment proved otherwise.

“someone got her vibrator working again.” van scoffed.

shauna, stirring what smelled like a hefty feast for breakfast. she pointed at the stack of rusty and misshaped plates. “help yourselves, it’s berry sauce with deer bacon.”

from your hut, you awoke to the commotion from outside. getting up sluggishly from your bed, you moved the bedsheet curtain out of the way, to be met with everybody emerging from their huts, and shauna… smiling?

“are you assholes just gonna stand there? mari’s waiting.”

van and tai shared a look of skepticism. the redhead, proving herself to be most daring of the bunch, risked losing a finger to poke the bear. “shauna, are you… well?”

and then, as if to conceal it, the butcher cracked a smirk.

“careful. your voice is so grating it’ll scare mari out of hiding.”

it silenced. van scoffed. “was that a joke? from shauna? oh my god, we’ve all been drugged in our sleep.”

you could hear misty let out a confused little laugh, like she didn’t know whether to be scared or amused. to be fair, the brunette was threatening to kill her just yesterday. tai stared openly, mouthing what the fuck at nat, who squinted at you, then back at the girl. like she was saying, i told you so.

“well,” you cleared your throat, stepping to stand in the light. “thanks for making breakfast, shauna. everybody should eat up. we’ll get more time to search for mari today.”

shauna filled a singular plate, strolling over to hand it to you personally. “enjoy, my queen.” she purred, smirking.

as everybody settled, you sat across camp with her.

watching your every move closely,

“she’s smiling?” melissa whispered, her arms crossed as she leant against the table. “i can’t remember the last time shauna wasn’t trying to kill someone with that permanent scowl.”

“no, no--joking,” van murmured, sounding halfway between impressed and alarmed. “shauna made a joke. did she put shrooms in the stew last night, or is this actually real?”

“yeah,” travis added under his breath, joining them. “since when does she talk to anyone unless she’s pissed?”

as they broke down the girl’s odd behaviour, the two of you sat isolated away from the team.

“i have an idea on how to punish mari when we find her.”

when. that’s ironically, rather optimistic for her.

“punish--? shauna, she could be half-dead and bleeding right now for all we know.” you scolded, picking at your berry sauce.

“it’s mari. she probably just ran off for attention.”

you were about to make some argument in protest, but you knew better than to bicker about something so trivial with shauna of all people. you just nodded, urging her to elaborate.

“since she loves running so much, let’s give her a reason to run.” her smile was… sinister, almost. sinister, but genuine, and that was probably what scared you most.

it was the way she sounded so excited talking about it.

“what’re you saying?” your tone came out fearful, hesitant.

“don’t you hear it?” she grinned, “the cards are calling.”

an; omg this took so long cuz my fuck ass school is throwing a million things at me at once… i want to update more and i promise yall there’s a lot of drafts waiting to be posted! ily :)

happy reading xx

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New theory.. Lottie is secretly Zendaya OR was the one who kidnapped Zendaya like she did to Nat, and she kept Natalie in the hat like leprechaun

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the many names of shauna shipman:

‣ bisexual stalin ‣ antlerchrist ‣ oshauna bin laden ‣ shaddem hussein ‣ shannibal lecter ‣ shitler ‣ wilderness jigsaw ‣ pregnant satan ‣ cannibal nate jacobs ‣ shorman bates ‣ shauna strapman ‣ shaunald shrump ‣ wilderness chucky ‣ shack sherridew ‣ shaunito shipmanlini

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cue jeff buckley

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being in a secret relationship with jackie

it’s late september in wiskayok, and the air is starting to cool, but the bleachers behind the field still burn a little from the sun if you lean back too long. you’re sitting there now knees pulled up, chin resting on them watching jackie lace her cleats like she’s in a nike ad and not a dusty new jersey town with one decent gas station.

she’s got her practice jersey bunched up around her waist and her hair in a high ponytail that you’ve seen her redo at least four times in the past ten minutes. she’s nervous.

“you’re gonna be late,” you murmur, kicking her shin gently.

jackie looks up with a grin like the sun came out just for her.

“you say that like you don’t like watching me get in trouble.”

you roll your eyes, but the truth is, you do. there’s something funny about miss perfect jackie taylor getting chewed out by coach martinez because she spent fifteen minutes behind the bleachers “hanging out” with a girl no one knows she’s dating.

she tugs the tongue of her cleat, then leans over and kisses you quickly so fast you barely feel it, and so soft you feel it everywhere.

you blink at her.

“that was lame.”

“shut up.”

but she’s grinning again, her whole face lit up, cheeks pink like she’s still nervous, even after all this time.

“you said no lipstick today.”

“i said no smudgy lipstick,” you tease, “there’s a difference.”

jackie exhales, flops back on the grass beside you.

“i hate this part.”

“what part?”

“this part where i have to go be ‘jackie taylor’ and not just... me. with you.”

her eyes flicker to yours, cautious and soft. “the real part.”

you reach over and gently run your fingers over hers, the way you’ve done a thousand times in the dark during your so-called “sleepovers.” the ones where you watch clueless or scream until your stomach hurts from laughing and then fall asleep wrapped around each other like a couple of dorks who don’t want morning to come.

jackie’s always the big spoon. even when she pretends she doesn’t like cuddling.

(“you move too much,” she said once, halfway through a sleepover. and then held onto you like a damn koala all night.)

you squeeze her hand.

“we’ll get out of here someday, jack.”

she looks at you like she wants to believe it. like she almost does.

“you think there’s a place where we can do this without sneaking around behind bleachers and pretending we’re just best friends who are really into sleepovers?”

“i think there’s a place where people won’t care if you kiss me in daylight.”

you pause.

“...and where your mom doesn’t give me the evil eye every time i show up with a duffel bag.”

jackie groans. “god, she totally thinks we’re hooking up.”

“we are hooking up.”

“yeah, but she knows.” jackie hides her face in her hands, then peeks out between her fingers with a half-laugh. “she made me go to confession after your last sleepover. confession, y/n. i told father donnelly that we were practicing lines for romeo and juliet.”

you snort. “which version? the one where juliet takes her top off?”

jackie shoves your shoulder but she’s laughing now, that full-bodied laugh that makes her eyes crinkle and your chest ache a little because you love her.

(not the soft kind of love, either. the kind that punches a hole in your ribs when you realize how deep in you are. the kind that doesn’t go away even when you’re pretending it’s nothing.)

the whistle blows across the field and jackie winces.

“i have to go be the captain now.”

you nod. “yes, ma’am.”

she stands, then pauses and looks down at you, sun behind her like a halo, even though she swears too much and forgets to turn in her english homework half the time.

jackie taylor—homecoming queen, golden girl, certified overachiever.

she steps closer, crouches down, and kisses you again. slower this time. longer. warm and familiar and just a little desperate.

“friday night?” she whispers. “movie night?”

you grin. “if by ‘movie’ you mean thirty minutes of pretending to watch empire records before making out until my mom threatens to come in, then yes. movie night.”

jackie tugs her ponytail tighter, smiles.

“it's a date.”

she jogs off toward practice, and you stay there for a minute longer, heart still thudding, already counting down the days until you can be alone again.

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long distance relationship with natalie scatorccio no crash au

444  6 444 7777 7777  999 666 88  2  555 666 8 , 22 2 22 999.

→ i miss you a lot, baby.

→ whether it was letters or through text, natalie will always find a way to contact you. she'll take her time at the craft store and pick out pretty papers and colorful pens so her love letters will turn out just as pretty as the girl she loves.

→ she'll take pictures of herself with disposable cameras, print them out and include them inside the envelope with her letter. sometimes, nat would also include a paper filled with kiss marks. sometimes, nat would learn origamis and make them for you so you'll have something by your side that reminds you of her while you do school works.

→ if you're a five or even ten hour train away from her, she'll save money. and when she's saved enough, she'll visit you! nat would go on a little grocery trip before, buy your favorite snack and a pack of cigs for her.

→ whenever she smokes, it would always be at night. she'll talk to the stars as it if were you. she'll confess to the sky how much she misses you, then get weirded out by herself after. she genuinely means it though. she'd look up to the stars and pray that you're always safe and in a good state.

→ natalie scatorccio is a hot woman. we can't deny that. so it wasn't surprising when boys or even girls tried to hit on her. nat would always ignore them, not bat a single eyelash. she'd go as far as printing your face on a t shirt with a text that read 'my hot girlfriend' and then wear it loud and proud at university. she doesn't give a fuck about what others think, she's proud of you and she'll show you off whenever she can.

→ nat who got you a ring that matched with hers. you both wear it on your ring fingers as if you're both married. she gave it to you when she first visited, but made a really cute vow before she put it on your finger herself:( she did all that while wearing the 'my hot girlfriend' t-shirt which you found hilarious. she's definitely going to marry you in the future.

→ nat scatorccio who doesn't always text you good morning and good night messages. she likes the fact that you both can just exist without always having the other. she likes being independent, you like being independent. that's what makes your relationship with her beautiful.

→ whenever she plans to visit you, she'll pack extra clothing of hers that also smelled like her, so she can give it to you !!!

→ endless cuddles when you both get to see each other. she doesn't want to do anything else, she just wants to be held by you. it could literally be hours of just silence while hugging you, that simple thing making her heart burst out of love.

→ nat scatorccio who beams with hapiness when she finds out that her former teammates (and now best friends) take a portion of their time to ask how you are. her face always light up whenever someone asks her about you.

→ nat scatorccio who always go back home with a large ass bag filled with stuff and clothes that you made or own. you love giving her gifts just as much as she does to you. you love, loving her just as much as she loves you, maybe you love her even more. no one can ever tell. all that you know is that natalie scatorccio is the best you could ever ask for.

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eyes without a face    LOTTIE MATTHEWS

the hospital in bern was quiet in the way graveyards were quiet—too quiet, too still, and only interrupted by the occasional squeak of rubber soles against tile or the soft static of a television no one really watched. outside, the alps stood tall and cruelly beautiful, a reminder that something could be stunning and isolating all at once.

it had been months since lottie matthews spoke a single word.

she’d arrived in early march, ghost-pale and hollow-eyed, silent as the snow that blanketed the hills. her parents had flown her here from new jersey after her return from the wilderness had proven more complicated than anticipated. eighteen months lost in the brutal wilds of canada had stripped her down to something raw. and now, switzerland—with its foreign tongue and clinical detachment—felt just as unforgiving.

the doctors said she was nonverbal. trauma, they whispered. catatonic episodes. dissociation. they scribbled in notebooks while she stared past them, and when they left, she stared at the blank ceiling until her vision blurred.

but at night, things changed.

it began with the dreams.

at first, you were a blur. a smear of color and motion, like a memory half-formed. lottie would find herself in a clearing bathed in moonlight or walking through the cabin again—only this time the dread didn’t coil in her gut. instead, there was this presence. you. like sunlight through fog. like the warmth of a fire that never burned too hot.

she couldn’t see your face for weeks. just the outline of you: sitting on the porch steps, backlit by the stars, or walking beside her down long, wooded paths that didn’t exist in the real world. she didn’t know your name, didn’t know why you were there—but she never questioned it, not at first. because being near you in those dreams made her feel like she could breathe again.

and in the real world, she couldn’t.

the nurses said she was improving, though. she was eating more. sitting upright for longer. they didn’t understand that it wasn’t the pills or the therapy or the clean bedsheets that made her want to get out of bed—it was you. or at least, the memory of you, the soft echo of your laughter that followed her out of sleep.

but every dream ended the same.

just when your features started to come into focus—when she could almost see the exact curve of your lips, the dip in your collarbone, the kind way your eyes crinkled at the edges—lottie would wake up.

and the cold, sterile walls of the hospital would greet her like they always did.

white. blinding. empty.

she started dreading the morning light.

one night, things shifted.

she found herself back in the dream, sitting across from you on the floor of a room that felt familiar. not the cabin. not the hospital. something in-between. there were blankets around you both, candles flickering gently nearby. you were humming—soft and tuneless, like you were thinking of something far away.

and this time, your face wasn’t blurry.

you looked at her.

truly looked.

“you’re not alone,” you said.

your voice was calm. steady. like you weren’t just speaking to her, but through her—to all the versions of lottie that had fractured and scattered in the woods, in the crash, in the long, heavy silence that followed.

she stared at you, her lips parting slightly in wonder. you reached forward and touched her hand.

the contact was warm. not dream-warm. real.

lottie tried to speak. the words were there—crowding behind her teeth, thudding in her chest. who are you? she wanted to ask. why are you here?

but the moment shattered.

light broke over her face. a sharp brightness—real, cruel daylight.

and she was awake.

white walls. again.

the next day, lottie stared at her hands for a long time. trying to remember the shape of yours. the way your fingers had felt around hers. her therapist said something about progress. about breakthroughs. about symbols and subconscious manifestations.

but it wasn’t that clinical. not to her.

you weren’t a symbol.

you meant something. you were someone.

and she needed to know who.

she began sketching. poorly at first—shaky hands, years of grime on her fingers, a mind that refused to sit still—but the effort helped. her room was soon littered with graphite-streaked paper. page after page of you. at first, just your eyes. then your nose. then the corner of your mouth.

the nurses were puzzled. encouraged, even. “a creative outlet,” they called it.

they didn’t understand that every drawing was a prayer.

two nights later, she saw you again.

this time, you were waiting on the hospital lawn. dressed like the world outside was warm and gentle, not sharp and ice-bitten.

“you remember now,” you said.

lottie stepped closer.

“do i… know you?” she asked.

her voice cracked. it sounded alien to her own ears, weak and low and barely a whisper—but it was hers. her first words in months.

you smiled.

“you always have,” you replied.

lottie fell to her knees, tears spilling from her lashes before she could stop them. she didn’t know if she believed in past lives, or soulmates, or destiny—but she knew this: something inside her was waking up.

and you were the first thing she saw.

when she woke again—really woke—her pillow was damp. her throat ached. but she didn’t care.

for the first time since the wilderness, she felt something.

hope.

and your name—your real name—was just on the tip of her tongue.

she’d remember it soon.

she had to.

because if you were real… she had to find you.

even if you only existed in dreams, she wasn’t going to let go. not now.

not when you were the only thing that made the silence bearable.

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purple tongues ★ mari ibarra x fem!reader

some couples measure their love in pictures, or flowers, or kisses.  you and mari measure yours in slurpees.

word count: 2700 warnings: maybe mari a little ooc?

a/n: this is barely edited so it's a little rough around the edges

also this is supposed to be the first part of that big mari fic i was teasing here. i started writing a part 2 with more snapshots of mari and reader's relationship in the future but it might never get done who knows.

missing my shayla sm 💔💔

it started the night before everything began.  the night before you left for nationals.

you and mari had ditched the bonfire party early on, mari claiming "this looks like a scene out of can't hardly wait, minus anyone fuckable."  instead, the two of you walked down the lonely, dark neighborhood roads, music fading out of earshot and hands brushing with each step.

mari filled the silence by making fun of everyone's outfits that night just to hear you laugh.  you filled the space by leaning into her side and finally grabbing her hand, which left mari's heart thumping against her rib cage.  until you both stumbled across wiskayok's only 7/11.

sure it was cramped and old and smelled like weed, but the way mari opened the door for you and drawled "after you, milady," made it seem like the fanciest place in town.  you laughed all the way to the slurpee machine, mari guiding you with a hand on the small of your back, where you both reached for big gulp cups.

"half cherry, half coke," you say, filling your cup to the brim.  "just like god intended."

mari scrunches up her nose in disgust, but it's more cute than anything.

"no, no, no.  see, you gotta get blue raspberry like a real adult," mari says as if she's enlightening you.

"yeah, right."  you roll your eyes, but your smile speaks volumes.

she grabs a few crumpled dollar bills from the back pocket of her jeans and throws them down on the counter like it's not even a question that she's paying for you.  then she tugs you by the hand out the door and finds a nice spot on the curb illuminated by the overhead streetlight.

she outstretches her legs and lazily leans back on one hand, the other bringing the straw to her lips.  she moans dramatically after taking her first sip.

"enjoying that?" you ask, glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow.

"oh yeah," she says, grinning back.  "a thousand calories and enough artificial sweetener to kill a horse.  nationals here we come!"

you laugh, the sound mari's come to love so much, before taking a sip of your own.

there's a beat of silence.  it's something mari used to hate, but has come to understand since meeting you.  she actually finds herself enjoying the quiet when it's shared with you.  still she's always one to break it.

"isn't this so much better than getting puked on by randy walsh?" 

you look over at her and grin.  because yeah, that had actually happened last year and she would spend the rest of her years teasing you about it.  but you also smiled because there was no one else you'd rather be with.

"yeah, it really is," you say, breathlessly and genuinely.

when mari turns and sees the way you're looking at her, full of love and everything she doesn't think she deserves, she feels like her heart might as well jump out of her chest and into your hands. because mari, whose first language is sarcasm and shit talking, somehow harbors a soft spot in the shape of you.

"don't look at me like that," she says, but her words lack the bite they usually have.  her eyes flicker down to the asphalt, a similar smile spreading across her face.

you lean in closer, lowering your face so she's forced to meet your eyes.  mari's the opposite of shy, so you can't help but take advantage of moments like this, when she's nervous to show how much she really cares.

"like what?" you ask, a teasing edge to your voice.  like you already know what she's going to say.

"like you love me or something," she says, trying and failing to sound casual.  she looks back up at you, leaning back on her hand with that easy smirk.

"but i do," you say, resting your cheek against your knee, still smiling up at her.

"obviously, you dork."

a breathy chuckle pushes past your lips before you cup her face in your free hand.  your lips meet hers halfway in a strong, sure kiss.  it's not perfect by normal standards --both of your lips are freezing and taste like artificial sweetener and you can hear boys shouting on the other side of the parking lot.  but in that moment, it feels perfect to the both of you.

when mari pulls back she grins like she's just won the lottery.

"i love you too," she says, the words rolling off her tongue more naturally than her own name.

you smile, reaching down and interlacing your fingers with hers on the pavement.  you don't have the guts to say it, but a part of you is thinking it: maybe this could be forever.

if you had known that was going to be your last taste of normal, you would have stayed there even longer, would've bought mari another slurpee, would've kissed her one more time under the neon sign of the store.  instead, you walked her home an hour or two later, kissing her cheek at the door and whispering how beautiful of a night it had been with her.

the next time you think about slurpees, you're a thousand miles deep in the canadian wilderness.  you're starving, borderline freezing to death, and you've just watched your closest friends die.

you're tucked under as many blankets as you could find, legs tangled with mari's beneath them as you try to keep out the cold of the approaching winter.  your faces are so close that you can feel her warm breath fanning against your nose, a welcome reminder that she's still there.  she can feel your hand trembling as it holds onto her arm and the way you stiffen each time a strong gust of wind enters the hut, as if you're waiting for something bad to happen.

you think she might be asleep until you feel her fingers start to trace your cheekbone.  her touch is so gentle you have to question if it's really there or if you're just imagining it.

"do you remember our last night?" she whispers.

you open your eyes, and from the way the moonlight reflects off of them, mari knows you do.

"i think about it all the time," she confesses.  "when i can't sleep, i just try to remember you that night.  how pretty you looked under the streetlight and how stupid i was for not telling you then."

your lips curl into a weak, sad smile.

"and how you threw your head back and laughed at everything i said, even when it wasn't funny.  and-and how everything felt perfect when you held my hand."

"mari..." you whisper, leaning forward so your forehead rests against hers.

"and how happy you were to just be there with me.  i'm scared i'll never see you like that again."

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears start to swell.  you haven't cried in a while, but as every sight, sound, and taste from that night comes rushing back to you, you suddenly realize how much you've lost.

"i'm scared too, mar," you say, hand moving from her arm to her cheek.  "and i don't know what to say to make it better."

mari exhales, shaky and slow, like she's trying to keep it together for you.

"you don't have to say anything.  it's just...my favorite memory.  you're my favorite memory.  even if you do get that disgusting cherry coke mix that tastes like battery acid."

"shut up," you laugh quietly, pushing her shoulder.  it's a small, broken laugh that catches on the edge of a sob.  "it's so good and you know it."

"yeah, whatever," she says, smiling wider than you've seen in a while.

"i think i'd cut off my left arm just to have another one of those," you sigh.

"what?  slurpee?"

"yeah, that.  but also just...another night with you."  your hand's cradling her neck now, holding her like she's the only thing you've got left.

"tell you what," she starts, voice nearly breaking.  her fingers brush your hair out of your face.  "first thing i do if we get rescued, i'm taking you back to that place.  i'm getting you your battery acid slurpee.  we'll sit on the curb and you'll hold my hand and i'll kiss you so hard our tongues turn purple.  we'll rewrite the memory.  i promise."

a loose tear trickles down your cheek as you nod your head. 

"deal," you whisper.  then mari leans forward and kisses the tear away.

"i love you."

"i love you more," you say, wrapping your arm around her as she buries her face in your neck.

you close your eyes and you see that image of mari: laughing, carefree, straw between her lips.  and for the first time, you let yourself imagine what it will be like after you're rescued, when you get to see that version of mari again.  and it's the first time you have a semblance of good night's sleep since the plane crash.

and then it finally happens.  rescue comes even though a part of you had given up on it entirely.  and mari's there, holding your hand through it all.  from the hospital, to the anxious plane ride home, to seeing wiskayok for the first time in almost two years.

and then, just like she promised, you're sitting the passenger seat of mari's car as she drives you back to that 7/11.  it's a quiet drive, one where you're staring out the window and taking in the sights and sounds of the town that hasn't changed a bit since you last saw it.  and mari's fingers are tapping anxiously against the steering wheel while her other hand rests in yours over the center console like a lifeline, grounding you when everything feels like too much.

when she finally pulls into the parking lot and puts the car in park, you both just sit there.  it looks exactly the same way it did on that night: neon sign outside, too-bright fluorescent lights inside, and the kids with their bikes loitering around the entrance.  it was as if time had frozen that night, and the store had been awaiting your return all these months later.

mari exhales a heavy breath from beside you.

"you good?" you murmur, eyes never leaving the store.  this feels like a dream.  one you thought you'd never get to fulfill.

"yeah, it's just...a lot," mari says.

it shouldn't be a lot.  it should just be a random 7/11 in some random boring town.  but to you and mari, it's everything.

"i know," you say, squeezing her hand.  "we don't have to if-"

"no, i want to.  i've been waiting to.  it's all i've been thinking about for two years and now it's here."  she looks over at you and smiles.  "come on, let's go."

she gets to the door first and holds it open for you.

"after you, milady," she says, just like last time, except her voice is softer and more careful now.  it's a small but sharp reminder that you'll never get back the innocence you once had.

you don't throw your head back in laughter this time, you just smile, hand still in hers, tugging her inside after you.  the smell of weed hits you like a freight train, but for once, you don't mind.  you lead mari to the slurpee machine that's still in the same spot and you sigh when you see the flavors are exactly the same: cherry, blue raspberry, coke, and that weird sugar free green one that nobody gets.

"god, mar, i might cry," you say.  you expect her to tease you like usual, something about how much of a sap you are, but instead she releases your hand and holds your waist instead.

"me too," she says, resting her chin on your shoulder.  you spare her a smile over your shoulder before reaching for two of the largest cups.

"coke and cherry?" she asks.

"just like god intended," you say, pulling on the cherry lever.  mari watches you, no longer bothering to hide the fondness in her eyes.

she eventually heads for blue raspberry, telling you, "somethings never change."

"and i never want them to," you say.

"me neither," she says, looping an arm through yours and guiding you toward the unbothered cashier.

mari tries to pay but you're quicker this time.

"nope, i've had this debt for two years.  time to repay it," you say, sliding a couple crumpled bills of your own onto the counter.  you had been sure to grab them before you left the house just for this very occasion, so that, for once, you could be the one to take care of mari.

"it's two dollars, you idiot," mari teases before dragging you outside to the same spot on the curb under the same flickering streetlight.

the two of you wordlessly sit, knees brushing.  for once, the night air is warm and the sounds of wiskayok hum in the background and there's no weight on either of your shoulders, no fear.

"we're really here," mari says, leaning back on her hand like muscle memory.

"just like you promised."

"i didn't even know if we were going to make it out when i told you that," mari admits.

"i know," you say, elbows resting on your knees.  "but that didn't matter.  just thinking about it made everything a little less bad.  and now, being here, with you, it's better than i could've ever imagined."

she recognizes the way you're looking at her, like she hung the stars in your sky.  it's the same look you gave her that night, the one that made her heart jump and scared her a little.  except now she doesn't shy away. she melts right into it.

she lifts her cup in the air like it's something sacred.

"to making new memories," she says. 

you tap the rim of your cup against hers, making a plastic clinking sound.

"to us," you add. 

because that's what it's been all along, the two of you. and after everything, you know that's how it's going to stay: the two of you tethered, two halves of a whole.

you hold eye contact as you both take your first sips, until the slush hits her tongue and mari's eyes roll back in her head.

"oh my god, that's the best thing i've ever tasted," mari groans, dramatically throwing her head back in true mari fashion.

you can't even respond, you're chugging it so fast.  but then reality hits

"fuck!" you curse, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your palm against your forehead.

mari turns to you, smirking as if watching you suffer is her favorite comedy.

"brain freeze?"

"yep," you wince.  "battery acid's never tasted so good."

mari laughs, setting her cup down on the pavement.  then she turns her body fully toward yours, like she's about to say something immensely serious.  but there's still that mischievous glint in her eye that tells you she's got something up her sleeve.

"now, time to fulfill the prophecy."

you blink at her and the sudden tone shift.

"what?" you ask, giving her a concerned look.  "are you going all lottie on me?"

"no, dummy, purple tongues," she says like it's the most obvious thing ever.  "i gotta keep my promise, don't i?"

a breathless, free laugh escapes your lips.  it's been so long since mari's heard it, she thinks she might cry.

"you're so stupid," you say, though you're already leaning in.

she grabs your face with both hands, still cold from holding the cup, and pulls you into a kiss.  it's not stolen like it was before.  now it's slow and timeless, but still certain.  she kisses you like she wants to steal back every moment she thought she'd never get with you.  and you're more than willing to let her.

"love you," you whisper against her lips, her hands holding you firmly and not letting you escape her.

"love you too," she whispers back before kissing you so hard you get dizzy.

and that's how your favorite tradition is formed: you, mari, slurpees, and a whole lot of love.

[inocentuure]

cried while reading

WARM ENOUGH (IN YOUR EMBRACE)

mari ibarra × fem!reader

synopsis: in the dead of winter, two girls find fleeting warmth in each other’s arms. With the cold closing in and time running out, what they share might not be enough to survive—but it’s enough to remember.

warnings: fluff, calm before the storm lol aka before she dies, she isn't dead guys I was kidding, I'm still in denial, tapped into my emotions a little too much

The snow creaks like bones beneath your back, and your whole body aches from the cold—but Mari is pressed against you, her face buried in the hollow between your neck and shoulder, and that’s the only thing keeping you here. Keeping you sane.

Your shelter isn’t a cabin anymore. It’s a half-collapsed tarp pulled over branches, dug into the snow like a shallow grave. It smells like wet wool, rotting meat, and burnt wood from the fire you keep failing to start right. You lost feeling in your toes days ago.

Mari trembles against you constantly. She’s been doing that more and more—shaking like a leaf even when the wind’s not howling. Her fingers are raw. Her lips have split down the middle.

But she’s still Mari.

Sharp-tongued, stubborn Mari. The girl who called everyone a freak the first week out here, who used to braid her hair even after the crash, who kissed you once behind a tree and said, “Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll die before we get out of here.”

She’s always had a little dramatic flair. You never thought she’d be right.

Now she shifts closer to you in the dark, pressing her forehead against your temple, her breath fogging in the cold air.

“You’re warm,” she mumbles, like it’s a prayer or an accusation.

You hum softly. “You always say that.”

“I mean it. You’re like… heat. Even now. Even here.”

You don’t speak right away. You just press your hand to the small of her back, trying to share whatever warmth your body still has left.

“I think about spring sometimes,” you whisper. “Just stupid things. Like wet grass. Sunlight on my legs. Your hair, y'know, not frozen.”

Mari lets out a breathy laugh. “I think about socks. Clean socks for once. And orange juice. The kind with pulp.”

“You hate pulp.”

“I hate pulp,” she agrees. “But I’d drink it now.”

She goes quiet again. Her voice is smaller when she speaks next.

“Do you think anyone’s looking for us anymore?”

You hesitate. Then lie. “Yes.”

Mari doesn’t buy it, but she nods anyway. She turns her face toward yours. Her nose is pink from cold, her eyes shiny and tired.

“You’re the only reason I’m still here,” she says.

The words are so soft they might’ve been stolen by the wind, but you catch them. You hold them close, like fire.

You touch her cheek with your half-numb fingers. “Then don’t go. Not yet.”

Mari leans forward and kisses you. Not desperate. Not rushed. Just real. Cold lips, warm heart. Like she’s trying to freeze time right here in this half-dug shelter before the snow swallows everything.

When she pulls away, her voice is steady. “Promise me something?”

You nod.

“When I’m gone…” Her eyes don’t flinch. “Remember this part. Not the other shit. Not what we did. Just this. You and me.”

You close your eyes, feel the weight of her breath.

“I will.”

And even if you never see spring again, this moment—this one—will stay with you like heat.

[inocentuure]

[inocentuure]

VAMPIRE     QUINN FABRAY

vampire quinn who secretly has been following you around even before she enrolled in the same school as you. but she swears it’s because she wants to protect you and make sure you’re safe.

vampire quinn who sometimes sneaks into your room at night just to watch you sleep. but it’s just to make sure you’re safe. 

vampire quinn who had long stopped drinking human blood ever since she met you. only because she can’t stand the sight of your sad expression after one of your friends telling you that yet another random person was found near a dumpster or in the woods. (who quinn no doubt had killed and drank from) 

vampire quinn who’s so ruthless that she’ll kill anyone who even dares to look at you the wrong way or insults you.

vampire quinn who’s over the moon when you two finally start dating, but she will never reveal to you what she is. 

quinn would do anything to keep you happy. even if it means getting her hands dirty or having to compel people.