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prettiest-pookie · 6 months ago

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I need more pls. --desperation of a demigirl

“I wanted to show you I was happy,” Armand said, the dissociation in his voice only illuminating the depth of feeling beneath. “Even though it wouldn't matter. Even though you wouldn't know…”

He glanced down at the dust on his shirt, the rubble on the floor all around him, as if noticing it for the first time. He began to struggle to his feet. Louis had cracked one of his vertebrae, it seemed. He wouldn't let it show on his face. It didn't matter – it would be healed before the sun rose.

Daniel held out his hand. Armand froze in a crouch when he saw it. He looked up without taking it, eyes shining with distrust and confusion.

Daniel scoffed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Armand,” he said, shaking the hand at him. “Only one of us bites, and it's not me.”

“Not for lack of trying,” Armand observed. Any other human would have called it blithe. Daniel thought how strange it was, to be able to read someone so well without remembering all the practice it had taken to learn him.

“Had that argument a lot did we?”

Armand, whose eyes had wandered, faux-casual, to the windows, glanced quickly up at him again and then away. The moon was low in the sky. Louis would be feeling the pull of the coffin. Where would he sleep?

With a flick of the wrist, and without even looking at him, he answered Daniel’s question.

Daniel stumbled back, his hands, trembling violently now, flying up to his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but there was no stopping it – the images, sounds, sensations, flooding his every sense, as if he were living these memories all over again in the flesh, at a speed no human mind could process.

He screamed when the emotions hit him – lust, intrigue, fear. Anger, despair. Heartbreak.

He thought at first the hunger was the worst. He'd forgotten how entirely it had consumed him – hunger for experience, for sex, for his next fix. Hunger for Armand.

But it wasn't the hunger that brought him to his knees; it was the love.

“How long?” he asked. A small, detached part of himself still capable of observation noted with surprise that it came out a sob.

Armand looked down at his nails. He flexed his hand, watched the tendons move under his skin.

“Ten years,” he said. Then, seemingly unable to stop himself, the bitterness creeping in, “Ten years, two months, and one day.”

Daniel bowed his head down towards his knees and rocked, forward and backward. Tears flowed hot down his cheeks, dripping onto the worn knees of his jeans. This torment, this remembering, felt like nothing in his frame of reference. Later, when he would try to put it in writing, he would describe it as like every migraine he'd ever had hitting him all at once, layering over each other, building and building and building.

"Pain like a noise," he remembered Louis saying.

Armand glanced at him, too quickly for the human eye to detect, and then pretended that he hadn't. Daniel like this reminded him too much of their first meeting, the blissful feeling of not caring whether Daniel lived or died. He longed for it, that beautiful apathy. It had been so easy. He'd watched Daniel cry just like this and all he'd felt was a detached satisfaction, and a pinch of disdain. And all his anger at Louis, of course. But the point was, it hadn't hurt to look at him. It hadn't hurt to cause him pain.

I can take it away, if you'd prefer.

“Don't you fucking dare,” Daniel spat. “Don't you – Jesus, baby, I –”

He trailed off, disoriented. Armand huffed.

“It will settle,” he said. “You'll remember when you are in a moment.”

Daniel didn't think that was the source of his confusion, exactly. Already, his vision was clearing, and so he saw Armand hug his knees to his chest. He looked human, all of a sudden. The transformation would have shocked him less than an hour ago.

“You know what this means,” Daniel said solemnly, his voice strained, doing his mediocre best to close his mind and wincing with the effort.

Armand seemed to curl further into himself. Daniel leaned forward into his space, trying to catch his eye.

“You've been cheating on me since the seventies.”

Armand finally met his gaze, eyes flashing.

“I was with Louis for decades before I ever laid eyes on – are you laughing?”

“You're such a fucking drama queen,” Daniel said, wiping a tear from his eye, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “I mean I'm shit at relationships, but you didn't think to, I dunno, fucking talk to me? No, of course not. Why have a conversation when you could just wipe your boyfriend’s memory, spend fifty fucking years drowning in romantic despair, and then bring him back around to rub his nose in how happy you are without him? But you know what the problem is, Armand? You never fucking broke up with me.”

Armand hissed at him, fangs bared. Daniel felt a familiar thrill run down his back and into his balls.

“You're trying to provoke me,” Armand spat.

“OF COURSE I AM!” Daniel shouted. “Fucking – fight back!”

The words had hardly left his mouth before his back hit the floor. Armand’s hand closed around his throat. Daniel’s reaction pressed, hard and unmistakable, against Armand’s thigh.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“Call me baby again,” Armand said.

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prettiest-pookie · 10 months ago

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Me and my girlfriend every hour of everyday (#loveuzoe!!)

Crying over these lesbian cats

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prettiest-pookie · 11 months ago

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*proceeds to podcast girly agree*

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prettiest-pookie · 11 months ago

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AHHHHHH 😆 GIMME MOREE!

The Wilderness Wants Us To (Kiss) – YJS

Pairing: poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader

Summary: You have experienced all kinds of weirdness ever since the plane crashed months ago, so why the weirdest thing so far is it seems like all the girls are suddenly courting you?

Or, a series of kisses between you and your dear football team.

Word count: 4,6k.

Content: cursing, kisses, fluff, suggestive, angst if you blink, slightly dark, intoxication, the doomcoming, the wilderness but nobody has been eaten (yet).

Note: They’re all weirdos in a romantic, toxic and codependent way.

English is not my first language.

Your life has stagnated into a familiar routine since the plane crash. To clean. Hunt. Eat. Exist. Survive. Doing the same chores in the cabin, the usual hunting trip, seeing the same faces every day, not dying of hunger. Not dying of boredom.

Nothing really seems to change other than the cultish trends that your friends seem to be slowly embracing, so if something different happens, you notice it immediately.

Once is an incidence.

Two, it could be a coincidence, but there are no coincidences in the wilderness.

Three is a pattern. That exists in the wilderness.

And the fourth is proof that there is definitely something weird going on – if you even have a sense of what is normal or not –, something that you have no idea what it is, but you know it’s there.

There's something wrong with your teammates. I mean, there's something wrong with all of you, but that's different even for them.

The thing is that you, thinking that maybe it was just in your head, only realized that you weren't imagining anything after the fifth time it happened and now that you know you can't stop thinking about it. Events keep coming back to you from times when this has happened before and you never connected the pieces.

You didn't notice at first, of course you didn't. Physical affection was becoming more common and normal between all of you every day and also because it was Jackie, the captain of your team, and physical affection on Jackie's part was already completely normal even before the plane crashed. She liked to pat you on the shoulder and hug you goodbye after classes and parties – as if she hadn't spent the day barking orders at everyone during practice, but it's Jackie and you really like her a lot, so it's okay –, you could always see her clinging to Shauna's arm, if not hers, then whoever was closest to replace her for a few minutes. Jackie likes to touch and you know it.

Receiving affection from her is like second nature, so you don't even blink when, on yet another boring and lazy afternoon, you give Jackie her old walkman, now repaired and working, and get a kiss as a thank you.

It was a silly treat to make her smile, just because she seemed so sad lately that it made you sad too. She squeals loudly and excitedly, before wrapping her arms around your neck and placing a kiss on your cheek.

She immediately runs off somewhere saying she was going to test it and show it to Shauna, completely abandoning the task of pretending to chop wood so you can complete it.

You only process what just happened when you hear a giggling coming from nearby, because of course Jackie would kiss you in front of your younger colleagues. One of them points at your cheek provocatively and you lift a hand to your face to feel the texture of pink and shiny lipstick marking your skin. Of course, silly you not to assume that Jackie Taylor wouldn't stop wearing makeup just because of some plane crash.

Whatever, you thought, not bothering to clean the mark. Jackie is sweet. She does things like that all the time, obviously you wouldn't think there's anything weird about it. It wasn't even the first time she kissed you. Kisses on the cheek were a thing long before you left civilization.

You only wipe the stain from your face, in a short and hasty gesture, when you return to the cabin and Mari makes one of her smart comments about it, because there really was no big deal, but the provocation still makes you a little nervous.

(Jackie wears lipstick a lot more often after that, even though she's quickly running out of the only one she has left, but you don't say anything. It would be really weird to imply that you noticed her lips that much. Which you didn't do, no way.)

The second time it happens shouldn't have left you as perplexed as it did, after all everyone knew that Shauna Shipman was never far behind Jackie in the things she did, but it didn't pass through your head that she would kiss you. It was Shauna. Even though she was never rude, you weren't really close and it was embarrassing to admit that you found her a little intimidating. She had a tendency to stare in silence for a long time, which made you avoid conversations whenever you could.

Well, it wasn't a kiss-kiss since it wasn't actually on the mouth, but seeing as you weren't expecting it at all, it could have been. You're learning that reading Shauna is much more complicated than it seems, making it difficult to know if what awaits you is a punch, a bite, or – the most recent discovery – a kiss.

It happened because of the thing that seemed to drive your little society: meat. Because the food was almost running out and no matter what you and Natalie brought, it seemed like there would never be enough. And Shauna was hungry. Painfully hungry.

She always seemed to get hungry more quickly than the others, craving meat with an almost drunken need and you didn't quite understand why, even though you had noticed this detail some time ago. So when you and Nat are seen arriving back at the cabin carrying a deer, a big deer, Shauna practically runs up to the two of you, basically ripping the antler out of the blonde's hands and making you stumble to follow her back to the meat house.

You offer to help her just out of politeness and how rushed she seems, without expecting a positive response since it was common knowledge that Shauna preferred to work alone.

However, she nods her head enthusiastically as she hands you a knife and you swear you've never seen someone look so happy to slit an animal's throat alongside someone else.

When the task is done, you end up at the door with a full tray ready to be prepared for dinner back and Shauna is right behind you, with that same enthusiasm and silent yearning. It's a little unnerving, but at least she's not staring at the back of your head like she's trying to burn you like she usually does. You guessed any progress was welcome.

You just didn't expect it to progress to Shauna pulling you by the elbow to face her and tilting your face towards hers. You're so startled by the sudden touch that you only feel your face heat up as hot, wet lips meet the corner of your mouth when Shauna pulls away, taking the tray from your hands as if it weighed nothing and continuing on her way, muttering a quiet and embarrassed “thank you” over her shoulder.

You stood there like an idiot, feeling your bottom lip and part of your cheek tingle where she touched you just a moment before.

So Shauna kissed you. Okay. Nice. Maybe she was just very grateful and very hungry. Twice, coincidence. Nothing more than that.

Right?

(Shauna looks away from you when she's caught staring at that night, which never had happened, but you attribute her red face to the fact that you're sitting by the fire.)

The third time is the one that makes you go “okay, maybe that's a thing now,” because apparently the kisses have nothing to do with Jackie-Shauna or simply gratitude – at least not entirely – and much more to do with the fact that it's you.

Which actually doesn't make much sense. Van and Taissa are together, why would either of them feel the need to kiss someone else? Why would they both feel? And why you? It's true they haven't told anyone yet, but you know. It's a little hard not to notice when they both disappear at the same time into the forest or behind the cabin so often, but still. You don't kiss other people when you're committed. It's a principle, damn it.

Anyway, it's starting to get cold, you think there's just over two months left until winter arrives, maybe less, which makes tasks much more complicated and annoying to do. Especially when it comes to washing clothes.

Luck – Mari's damn shuffle – decided that you, Tai and Van would be the ones to do the laundry this time and the three of you dragged yourselfs grumbling and complaining to the lake, carrying piles of clothes in your arms.

Now, of all the things you have to do around the cabin, scrubbing clothes in cold running water is probably the one you hate the most. Cold, wrinkled hands, chills running down your spine, ew. The fact that Van and Tai went with you makes things at least a little less boring, with the redhead happily filling the silence, her silly jokes making the task almost bearable to accomplish. Almost.

“Ugh,” You groan for what feels like the thousandth time in the last hour, “We’re gonna end up catching a cold like this.”

“You definitely will, if you keep annoying me like this,” Tai replies, swinging her arm towards you, cold water splashing in your arms, “I'm gonna push your dramatic ass into the river, I'm warning you.”

The drops make another chill run through your body, so just for the audacity, you straighten up and let your body fall against hers with the most done expression you can muster in a few seconds.

Tai screams your name indignantly when a wet t-shirt slips out of her hands and falls straight to the ground, but you don't pay much attention when lets out a loud and exaggeratedly long sigh, hearing Van’s laugh as she watches the scene.

And Van, wonderful, too sweet for her own good, Van, decides to finally take pity on your little show – maybe you really were spending too much time with Jackie – and finish what you had left of your part of the pile and you would definitely have jumped in her arms and kissed her for it, if you weren't, you know, in front of her girlfriend.

It turns out that blinking your eyes and sighing doesn't work as well for you as it does for Jackie, because as soon as you get ready to go back, bending down to pick up the heavy basket full of clothes, a familiar hand pushes your chest.

“Shit, Taissa!”

“I said I would do it, didn’t I?” She stands in front of you, hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised as she watches your form lying, shaking and soaking wet at the river's edge.

Van's laugh doesn't bring you that rush of happiness from moments before, since now you're sure that she only decided to help you because she knew what Tai was going to do anyway. That little shit.

You walk past them with the basket in your hands, a trail of water in your wake and a frown on your face.

The way back is completely silent, except for the sound of your fast breathing in your rush to get there and warm up and the girls' requests for you not to get upset over a silly joke. Whatever. You won't say a word to them no matter what they do.

“Oh, come on,” Van wraps an arm around your neck, “We didn’t want to make you so upset, right Tai?”

Tai moves closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, but you remain quiet regardless, even if your willpower to remain upset wanes a little.

“Right” she agrees, sounding very unconvincing, “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“We are so sorry,” Van reiterates, blinking innocently.

Your only response is a noise from your throat that sounds a lot like a petulant mumble and you feel the look they exchange over your shoulder.

And then Van's arm brings you closer and there are lips on either side of your neck. You freeze, breath hitches.

It's not fast like the other ones, but long and drawn out as if it's trying to prove you. A shiver runs down your spine and the baby hairs on the back of your neck stand up, even though you swear it's just because your skin is still damp from the fall. You can feel Van's hair tickling your face and Tai's breath is warm against your chin.

You blink and Van is walking away with a wolfish smile on her lips, whistling absentmindedly and Taissa has the basket you were carrying in her own arms.

“Aren’t you coming?” Van turns when she notices you still standing and Tai arches an eyebrow, as if to say 'so?' and you stumble after them.

“...Sure, whatever!” You stutter, face as red as your goalie’s hair, “But if I get sick, that’s on you!”

“You won’t!”

You return to the cabin with your head down, but for a completely different reason this time. You feel weird, embarrassed, even with your friends walking calmly beside you. It feels weird to just call them friends too.

(Three times – or was it four? It's a pattern. Definitely a pattern.)

You do, in fact, get sick and the fifth time feels more like a fever dream than anything.

Seriously. You survive a plane crash without any serious injuries, but a flu is what knocks you out. You end up in the attic, with a heavy chest, incessant sneezing and a high fever that won't let you sleep.

And of course, Misty Quigley hovering over you like a hawk.

In fact, all your friends seem to be hovering over you in an overprotective way these days, which might not be strange considering the situation, but other people in the group have gotten sick before, including the younger ones, and none of them have reacted like this.

Van and Tai spent the entire time staring like kicked puppies from across the room until Misty kicked them both downstairs so you could try to get some sleep. It wasn't doing much good, but the momentary tranquility was really appreciated.

Misty has been with you the whole time since your fever started and you let her ramble happily while she plays nurse, putting damp cloths on your forehead and helping you drink hot tea, even though you insist you're well enough to do so. She seems very happy to be helpful, so you let her spoil you as much as she wants.

You turn over on the cold floor, wrapping the blankets tighter around you as you sneeze again and Misty sits next to you, but there's nothing she can do at the moment to make you better, so she stays still, looking nervous and pushing her glasses on the tip of the nose with her fingers.

You think about how she seemed to have looked with longing and something that might have been envy when Jackie ran her hand through your hair in the morning before going outside with Shauna after leaving you another blanket. She looked the same when Lottie rubbed your shoulder gently and spent time by your side throughout the afternoon, leaving what appeared to be a half-cut crystal near where your head rested. It's just like she wanted something, but didn't know what or if she could do it. You don't know exactly what too.

Your ears ring and you think about your teammates, your friends and kisses. Four kisses on three occasions. Things that didn't happen before, but apparently happen now and that follow a strange pattern. You wonder who will be next to follow it.

You do what you do next in the fog of sleep and fever, because you'll never be able to actually sleep if you don't have a proper place to rest your head. It has nothing to do with the possibility opened in your last thought.

Her legs are soft under the blue and yellow shorts she wears when you crawl around and rest your head on them and it's certainly much more comfortable than the floor.

“Talk,” You mumble, clearing your throat at the hoarse voice.

“What?” She squeaks and you can tell it caught her in surprise by the way her eyes roam over your form, unsure of what she just heard and what's going on.

Misty is clearly alarmed, arms raised above her body as if she's afraid to touch you, her glasses falling onto the tip of her nose again as she looks down to face you, blonde curls falling across her face.

“What– What are you doing?” She asks.

“Weren’t you saying something about Plato?” You hold back a yawn as you fix yourself on her lap, ignoring her question completely, “Come on, keep going.”

She seems to ponder for a second, jaw dropped in confusion, but you don't move, so she picks up where you assume she left off. After a few minutes listening with your eyes closed, you feel her soft hand rest hesitantly on your back, running her fingers up and down when you don't protest.

You let out a sigh when you finally manage to relax, her voice calming the ringing in your ears a little and when you squint your eyes, Misty seems perfectly satisfied.

That's it, you think, that's what she wanted then.

Your body still has sporadic chills, but you feel like falling asleep, having lost track of how much time has passed with Misty talking to the walls about whoever the philosopher of the moment is. Your head feels heavy, you can barely keep your eyes open. It's good not to be alone when you're like this.

You're not sure whether or not you imagine the cold lips against your warm forehead when you sleep, but it counts as success for your little test. Five.

(You only wake up the next morning, feeling much better and more energetic, even without remembering a single word you said to Misty, just having fallen asleep on her lap for a while. The way she blushes and laughs after that, staring and following you around whenever she can, says that she remembers it very well. Coach Ben gives you a look full of sympathy when he sees her clinging to your arm, which you don't quite understand.)

The sixth time happens in the middle of the forest. It's windy, sun almost down, with Natalie walking beside you. It's the most peaceful moment you've had in your life in weeks, and it's also the moment you realize that maybe there's something wrong with you as much as the rest of the team.

Nat is talking, complaining about how Travis – the closest thing she'll have to a boyfriend in this place – is mad at her. He won't hunt or talk to her, much less touch her.

That's why you're following her, actually, the hunting part. You don't have much sense of your place in the group compared to the others, doing a little bit of everything when necessary, but Natalie seems to enjoy your company on these occasions, even if your aim with the rifle isn't as good as hers.

You spend so much time listening to her complain about mundane things like condoms and the flask of old booze she found in dead-mummified-guy's stuff that you feel the absurd urge to laugh. It's so strangely normal – except for the mummy part, but still.

Maybe that was what made you open your mouth after minutes of silence and broken snorts:

“So he can't get it up once and now he's mad at you? Damn Nat, if you need someone to make out that badly then I could help you with that.”

It comes out half as a mockery, half as truth, because that's what you do. Help people, fix things. But it's sarcastic, because it's just a stupid idea for Natalie to even consider.

Except she suddenly goes quiet and when you turn your head, she's looking at you. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, wanting.

When she kisses you, you're already waiting, longing for it, arms wrapping around you and pressing your body against the nearest tree. You think about how she was the only one who had the courage to chase your lips, to take what she really wanted.

The only thing you can feel is the weight of Nat's hands – cold, always so cold, even though winter is still a while away – on your hips, one sliding up your back to grasp the hair at the back of your neck, lips parting and tongue finding yours almost desperately and then you can't think about anything else but her. Natalie, who is much stronger than she looks and who also holds her own to stay sane in this place much better than anyone could imagine. Natalie, the bane of your existence and also your best friend. Natalie, who kisses like she hunts: with all the confidence her reputation demands.

If you close your eyes tightly and try hard, you can almost pretend you're at one of Lottie or Jeff's parties, listening to your friend complain about a stupid boyfriend, getting euphoric because she likes you better than the said stupid boyfriend.

And then she's pulling away, mouth swollen and hair completely messed up from where your hands had been placed. The moment ends and you come back to reality, picking up the rifle from where it was lying on the grass and looking around uncertainly. You guys didn't catch anything today. Food is running out.

You return to the cabin in complete silence.

(You don't see Natalie trying to talk to Travis after this, nor him with her, but you don't think she cares.)

You stopped counting after that, kisses and touches becoming a blur in your mind as the days pass and your worry increases. Whatever this is seems less important than what's happening at the moment: little food, few coats, winter approaching, a fucking baby coming.

However, it all comes back to them anyway, when you finally realize that you were right all along, that there really was something wrong with all of you and everything goes south quickly when someone decides to put mushrooms in the food.

It was an unspoken knowledge between you that the Yellowjackets would never be able to have a proper homecoming, so when the idea of a doomcoming came up in the conversation, even as a bad joke, you were one of the first to agree to it. A bittersweet goodbye sounded better than nothing.

You just didn't expect everyone to end up on drugs and acting like they were in some kind of cult. What did you miss that got you all to this point?

There is someone howling in the forest. Someone, not an animal. Or maybe they really were animals, given the way they're all chasing you now.

Just a moment ago you were genuinely enjoying the night, dancing with Ravi to Lottie's humming music and drinking fermented punch for who knows how long, even with a small feeling of being watched sent shivers down your spine at times. Then there was no sign of Ravi or Travis – nor Coach Ben, but he escaped somewhere in the woods with Natalie's canteen in his hand the second Misty's back was turned – and things started to get... confusing after everyone helped themselves to some stew.

Now there's someone howling in the forest and your head is spinning, hurried footsteps sound behind you as you end up back in front of the cabin after running in circles, a rabbit cornered by an entire pack.

Leaves are stuck in your hair, the hem of your dress is torn and covered in dirt, and you're sure you scraped one of your knees while running. There are also a bunch of dilated pupils focused on you.

Shauna is the first to approach, which surprises you so much that it gives the others time to do the same, big, sad, hazy brown eyes seeming to see deep into your soul.

“Why do you keep running away from us?” she asks, a pout that you can't tell if it's fake or not formed on her face, sliding a hand gently up your arm to your waist pulling you close and keeping her grip tight.

Jackie has her head cocked to the side and a smile painted red rather than pale pink like the first. She looks a little more composed than you'd expect, standing next to Shauna and bouncing in her step expectantly.

That was all it took to realize that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to, melting against the scalding skin as if you had no problem getting burned.

“I'm not. I just… I don’t know what’s going on.”

The words came out slow and slurred on your tongue as if you didn't know exactly what you were referring to. This whole crazy night? Absolutely, but there are also so many other moments not recognized before.

You find yourself guided back to the cabin when you hear Lottie's voice in the background and Misty taking your hand to guide you. It all ends up there anyway.

You're unsure when you're placed in the pile of blankets and sheets on the floor, the lit fireplace warms the room like never before and there seem to be hands everywhere when Natalie enters your field of vision.

“I think you're a little too high right now, hun,” Nat scoffs, as if she's amused by your slowness.

You feel a laugh grow in your chest though you don't mean to, “You– you think so?”

“Yep,” she clicks her tongue, “The mushrooms hit hard.”

“Mushrooms!?” You let out a squeak of surprise when you're suddenly pulled back against someone's front, recognizing Taissa's nails scratching your back through your dress.

“'M sorry." Misty mutters disjointedly, tracing the lines of your palm like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

“What–”

You stop mid-sentence when you make a sound in the back of your throat as you feel Van's teeth graze the junction of your shoulder and neck, bright green eyes and a wolfish smile on her recently healed face. You knew right away who the hell was howling.

“Oh, come on,” Van echoes with the same provocation from the day in the lake, “Don't tell me you're afraid of It.”

“It?” Your breath hitches when a hand guides your head up and there she is.

Lottie Matthews looking down at you, an antler crown on her head that makes you slack-jawed and hazy looking, looking completely divine and you hesitate when you realize that the entire team has gathered around you, as if they were waiting for something. What the fuck is going on?

Lottie leans down to your level, face dangerously close to you, and you swallow hard when your eyes settle on her lips. She never kissed you, not like the others, something that always left a doubt in your head; an almost embarrassing curiosity to know what it would be like.

She meets your eyes with a malicious gleam, like she knows exactly what you're thinking and leans in a little more and just as you close your eyes to meet hers, hunger lips stray to your jaw.

“Lottie–” you squirm and the hands on your hips hold you tighter.

Nat silences you, running her fingers through your face provocatively while Lottie trails kisses down your neck, working her way down. Everything seems too stuffy, like you're melting at their touch.

“It's okay.” She reassures, cold, chapped lips finding your chest, teeth scraping the skin, “It wants us to, can't you feel It?”

You can't feel it, not really, you never understood this strange connection everyone seemed to feel with the wilderness that you didn't, but there are gentle hands caressing you, making you sink deeper and deeper and Lottie is finally kissing you, just like you wanted; lips stopping right over your heart, as if she wanted to devour it.

“Yeah." You say, “I feel it.”

You're sure the cabin is on fire, but you're the only one who's burning.

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prettiest-pookie · 11 months ago

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AHHHHHH 😆 GIMME MOREE!

The Wilderness Wants Us To (Kiss) – YJS

Pairing: poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader

Summary: You have experienced all kinds of weirdness ever since the plane crashed months ago, so why the weirdest thing so far is it seems like all the girls are suddenly courting you?

Or, a series of kisses between you and your dear football team.

Word count: 4,6k.

Content: cursing, kisses, fluff, suggestive, angst if you blink, slightly dark, intoxication, the doomcoming, the wilderness but nobody has been eaten (yet).

Note: They’re all weirdos in a romantic, toxic and codependent way.

English is not my first language.

Nothing really seems to change other than the cultish trends that your friends seem to be slowly embracing, so if something different happens, you notice it immediately.

Once is an incidence.

Two, it could be a coincidence, but there are no coincidences in the wilderness.

Three is a pattern. That exists in the wilderness.

There's something wrong with your teammates. I mean, there's something wrong with all of you, but that's different even for them.

She immediately runs off somewhere saying she was going to test it and show it to Shauna, completely abandoning the task of pretending to chop wood so you can complete it.

You offer to help her just out of politeness and how rushed she seems, without expecting a positive response since it was common knowledge that Shauna preferred to work alone.

However, she nods her head enthusiastically as she hands you a knife and you swear you've never seen someone look so happy to slit an animal's throat alongside someone else.

You stood there like an idiot, feeling your bottom lip and part of your cheek tingle where she touched you just a moment before.

So Shauna kissed you. Okay. Nice. Maybe she was just very grateful and very hungry. Twice, coincidence. Nothing more than that.

Right?

(Shauna looks away from you when she's caught staring at that night, which never had happened, but you attribute her red face to the fact that you're sitting by the fire.)

“Ugh,” You groan for what feels like the thousandth time in the last hour, “We’re gonna end up catching a cold like this.”

The drops make another chill run through your body, so just for the audacity, you straighten up and let your body fall against hers with the most done expression you can muster in a few seconds.

“Shit, Taissa!”

“I said I would do it, didn’t I?” She stands in front of you, hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised as she watches your form lying, shaking and soaking wet at the river's edge.

Van's laugh doesn't bring you that rush of happiness from moments before, since now you're sure that she only decided to help you because she knew what Tai was going to do anyway. That little shit.

You walk past them with the basket in your hands, a trail of water in your wake and a frown on your face.

“Oh, come on,” Van wraps an arm around your neck, “We didn’t want to make you so upset, right Tai?”

Tai moves closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, but you remain quiet regardless, even if your willpower to remain upset wanes a little.

“Right” she agrees, sounding very unconvincing, “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“We are so sorry,” Van reiterates, blinking innocently.

Your only response is a noise from your throat that sounds a lot like a petulant mumble and you feel the look they exchange over your shoulder.

And then Van's arm brings you closer and there are lips on either side of your neck. You freeze, breath hitches.

You blink and Van is walking away with a wolfish smile on her lips, whistling absentmindedly and Taissa has the basket you were carrying in her own arms.

“Aren’t you coming?” Van turns when she notices you still standing and Tai arches an eyebrow, as if to say 'so?' and you stumble after them.

“...Sure, whatever!” You stutter, face as red as your goalie’s hair, “But if I get sick, that’s on you!”

“You won’t!”

(Three times – or was it four? It's a pattern. Definitely a pattern.)

You do, in fact, get sick and the fifth time feels more like a fever dream than anything.

And of course, Misty Quigley hovering over you like a hawk.

Her legs are soft under the blue and yellow shorts she wears when you crawl around and rest your head on them and it's certainly much more comfortable than the floor.

“Talk,” You mumble, clearing your throat at the hoarse voice.

“What?” She squeaks and you can tell it caught her in surprise by the way her eyes roam over your form, unsure of what she just heard and what's going on.

“What– What are you doing?” She asks.

“Weren’t you saying something about Plato?” You hold back a yawn as you fix yourself on her lap, ignoring her question completely, “Come on, keep going.”

You let out a sigh when you finally manage to relax, her voice calming the ringing in your ears a little and when you squint your eyes, Misty seems perfectly satisfied.

That's it, you think, that's what she wanted then.

You're not sure whether or not you imagine the cold lips against your warm forehead when you sleep, but it counts as success for your little test. Five.

Nat is talking, complaining about how Travis – the closest thing she'll have to a boyfriend in this place – is mad at her. He won't hunt or talk to her, much less touch her.

Maybe that was what made you open your mouth after minutes of silence and broken snorts:

“So he can't get it up once and now he's mad at you? Damn Nat, if you need someone to make out that badly then I could help you with that.”

It comes out half as a mockery, half as truth, because that's what you do. Help people, fix things. But it's sarcastic, because it's just a stupid idea for Natalie to even consider.

Except she suddenly goes quiet and when you turn your head, she's looking at you. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, wanting.

You return to the cabin in complete silence.

(You don't see Natalie trying to talk to Travis after this, nor him with her, but you don't think she cares.)

You just didn't expect everyone to end up on drugs and acting like they were in some kind of cult. What did you miss that got you all to this point?

There is someone howling in the forest. Someone, not an animal. Or maybe they really were animals, given the way they're all chasing you now.

Leaves are stuck in your hair, the hem of your dress is torn and covered in dirt, and you're sure you scraped one of your knees while running. There are also a bunch of dilated pupils focused on you.

Shauna is the first to approach, which surprises you so much that it gives the others time to do the same, big, sad, hazy brown eyes seeming to see deep into your soul.

That was all it took to realize that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to, melting against the scalding skin as if you had no problem getting burned.

“I'm not. I just… I don’t know what’s going on.”

You find yourself guided back to the cabin when you hear Lottie's voice in the background and Misty taking your hand to guide you. It all ends up there anyway.

“I think you're a little too high right now, hun,” Nat scoffs, as if she's amused by your slowness.

You feel a laugh grow in your chest though you don't mean to, “You– you think so?”

“Yep,” she clicks her tongue, “The mushrooms hit hard.”

“Mushrooms!?” You let out a squeak of surprise when you're suddenly pulled back against someone's front, recognizing Taissa's nails scratching your back through your dress.

“'M sorry." Misty mutters disjointedly, tracing the lines of your palm like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

“What–”

“Oh, come on,” Van echoes with the same provocation from the day in the lake, “Don't tell me you're afraid of It.”

“It?” Your breath hitches when a hand guides your head up and there she is.

She meets your eyes with a malicious gleam, like she knows exactly what you're thinking and leans in a little more and just as you close your eyes to meet hers, hunger lips stray to your jaw.

“Lottie–” you squirm and the hands on your hips hold you tighter.

Nat silences you, running her fingers through your face provocatively while Lottie trails kisses down your neck, working her way down. Everything seems too stuffy, like you're melting at their touch.

“It's okay.” She reassures, cold, chapped lips finding your chest, teeth scraping the skin, “It wants us to, can't you feel It?”

“Yeah." You say, “I feel it.”

You're sure the cabin is on fire, but you're the only one who's burning.

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Hiii pookies this is my first ever fanfic let alone songfic !! (p.s no bullying but I will take suggestions for other songs for a Queue list of the song fics in other go here

luv ya'll

Song:If I hated you & Nights like this by:Fletcher by:kelahi

Third person POV:

Mammon was tired after dealing with his brother's insults again and just really wanted to rest till his D.D.D started buzzing "hmm I wonde'r who that is?" Mammon really did he wanted to pick up his phone to distract him self from how dumb they made him feel. But he really doesn't wish he took a nap instead because now he's forced to read to texts both his lover's sent to him in their group chat

Dia👑💋: Mammon can we talk?

Barbs🕴🏽👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨:We do indeed need to talk Mammon.

It makes him uncomfortable how he imagines his lover's would say this in such a serious way that had enough tension to cut a cake. Speaking of cake it's his birthday is in a week!! He's really hoping his brother's remember this year at least, but with a pit in his chest expecting the worst but hoping for the best.

Mams🤑💞:uh yeah want me to come over??

Barbs🕴🏽👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨:that would be appreciated.

Dia👑💋:yeah is now alright?

The conversation just felt so excluding like they knew something he didn't and It really began to bother him. Mammon tried to pinpoint what it could have been "fo'r the last eight months I've basically not done 'othing" he starts to fidgets with his fingers as he leaves his room and tries to sneak down the stairs only to realize his brother's we're all in the living room talking and laughing with each other it even sounded like Luci was in there enjoying himself. I made him want to cry knowing how easily they were able to be so happy without him. He grabbed his jacket he got from dia and stepped out into the crisp autumn air almost able to see his own breath he walked with a quicker pace than normal.

Later at the castle

He makes it to the castle door and knocks only to find a unreadable barbatos on the other side "that ain't good now is it?" He thought "you okkayy babe??" He questioned pulling a concerned look then a smile, Barbatos entertained none of it as he then gave a almost disgusted look at his boyfriend .It baffled poor Mammon as he was let in with a very professional "come in" it sounded more like a command from a boss rather than a request from your boyfriend and it again set off so many alarms in Mammon's mind "okay barb..." He didn't mean to sound so small but it really hurt him how barbatos was acting towards him. He walked to Dia's office where he knew he would be but he wasn't? It was a little weird since he's usually working about now but then as he went to the garden he saw him. Looking as handsome as ever, but there was again a certain look on his face that felt as though he'd lost him. "Mammon! " Diavolo said in his Official voice not the comfortable relaxed tone he normally uses with Mammon "hey babe!" Mammon said in a excited tone still trying to hope for best, until he sat down with dia Barbatos taking the spot closest to diavolo looking at Mammon again with that oh so painful look that felt as though he was fallin' from grace all over again. Diavolo was the first to speak "Mammon, a mission has come up and we think your the best fit to do it." Diavolo sounded so bored. It really hurt Mammon but still he powered through this painfully doomed conversation "oh!? Um that's great! I totally thought it was-s something differen-" then Barbatos cut it "Our arrangement won't work anymore Mammon"

In a few words mammon's whole world shattered

"oh- um" Mammon couldn't make any words leave his throat it felt as though someone was choking the life outta him "are- " again cut off by Diavolo this time "yeah um- but I mean you'll be back in a year! So we'll all patiently await your return but, Me and Barbatos both agree that we don't want to distract you from this mission so we're um" "going on break" Barbatos says impatiently. At this point Mammon can't think of anything except for how to prove he can do it whatever mission and be a amazing boyfriend but it seems the decision was already made for him....like every other decision involving his life. He nods yes the rest of the meeting acting as though he isn't dying inside and finally once they close the meeting he's done the best he can and bolts outta there like the room in on fire tears flooding his eyes he doesn't care to wipe as he reaches the door hearing the two of the most important people in his life walk towards him but feel so far away, as if their oceans away from him.he runs even faster as he yanks open the door and runs as fast as his legs could take him

Later at HOL

Mammon gets through the door at HOL with eyes as puffy and as red as a snowballs, you would think his brother's at least ask what wrong but they didn't even notice as he walked through the door that he even left, he truly didn't know what to do either nobody knew they we're even dating. So who would believe they broke up? Well he knew this so he didn't even bother telling them only grabbing two suitcases filled with clothes some human money and a passport then he texted diavolo

Mams🤑💞: can you open the portal?

Dia👑💋: yeah

Mammon was really gonna have to change dia-diavolo's contact but he couldn't bring himself to do it, It felt like he was truly leaving him behind if he changed the name. So he didn't,he walked to the dining room where the portal was and left a note on the table saying he was" leaving and saying he'll be back" as he gripped his bags a bit tighter and said a silent promise to be absolutely amazing when he gets back.

One year later

Mammon's POV

I stepped out of the limo and towards the massive apartment building in downtown London asking the bellhop to take my bags to the penthouse "yes sir, right away. And where would the rest of your group be?" I tell him "they'll be here in a moment just give them keys and the room number" I give a wide grin as I walk into the elevator, I've always felt a bit better in the penthouse rather than the yacht. I take a moment to rethink what I just said penthouse and yacht in the same sentence all belonging to me? I never would've believed someone if they walked up to me a year ago and said I'd be a top charting singer and dancer I actually would've told them they were crazy. But look at me now, I come outta thought as I hear the door open to reveal my group members Yuki and thirteen, I met Yuki while here in London they showed me around the first day and a couple months after that we got with their friend thirteen and make a group We call ourselves Majesty and we've actually toured 5 times this year, but I have to go back to the devildom tomorrow and I have a offer for these two as they come and sit with me in their spots on my couch I smile and say "well um guys you know how when we first met i said i wasn't from here?" I say in a slightly embarrassed voice "yeah" thirteen says and Yuki shakes their head in agreement, "well" i look down as i bring out my demon form and watch as slightly shocked expressions turn to smiles and then as I finished talking and transformed back they both got up and hugged me saying they would love to go and that it was "very silly" of me to not tell them I hug Yuki and thirteen and tell them my plan to sing some solos and some songs with them they ask me" if I already have the song choreographed" and i say "of course y'all already know"

The next day

I show them the portal and since I've paid a deposit on a new penthouse in the devildom so I don't have to worry about staying with my brothers or their abuse ever again because honestly that's what it was it was then letting out their frustrations on the one person who was always their to try and help and now they will never have me as a punching bag again. we walk through the portal pinky in pinky for good luck thirteen on my left and Yuki on my right we get out and enter the penthouse Yuki looks around impressed I'm happy their impressed seeing that they came from a powerful family it made me proud to catch their eye and thirteen was pretty amazed at the sheer size, I giggled knowing it was sarcasm because she'd seen my house in the Hamptons. As I told them to get comfortable while I get in the shower.

After the shower

I call our manager and see if she can get a gig at RAD and as much as I believe this is a bad idea i can't get over the idea if i show up new and improved they'll all at least wished they tried harder to love me and make us work. My eyes begin to feel wet as they flood with tears and I don't even know who I want revenge on anymore but I know I'll be damned if I don't get it.

Over the next couple of weeks...

We get the gig and then start coreographing our dance for the big night. I explain to Yuki and thirteen how much this all means to me and what exactly happened last year. I spill about the break up with a smile on my lips and a scandalous thought in mind. I'm gonna rock their fucking world one way or another....I swear by that.

Diavolo's POV

I start to think of all the things I have to do today and I want to groan. And that's when it hits me!

" That manager women called me about a group performing I'll have them as a closing act if their good because our schedule is pretty full with other performances I can only fit two songs from this group ..ill ask her to send a recording of their voices to see just in case but ..I'll need help judging I'll ask the brothers and Barbatos

Later while judging

"So are we gonna hear them or what?" Belphogor questions before the recording was even started

"Be patient belphogor" Lucifer said sternly

"Lucifer I HAVE to finish my makeup especially if we're gonna go to some school sponsored concert like I have to look spectacular for the fans" Asmo says

And that's when the music starts and Barbatos quiets them all down

*beat progressively gets louder*

Mams:he said go to sleep don't wait I'll be working late and

Thirteen: and he said rearrange your day I'll be home by 8 and

Yuki: Well he~ said~~ something different to me~ he be in my DM's low-key~telling me that he's trynna freak~~

Yuki:He told me that he never wanna leave cause I'm his only

Thirteen:Well girl I met his homies

Mams:Well girl I met his heart and soul you got nothing on me

Yuki: Wait! Let me understand~~

All 3:If my man's your man and, your man

Mams: it's feeling like a scam~

All 3:I think we need an exit plan~~~

Can't you see that he's playing the three of us

Mams:one

Thirteen:two

Yuki:three

All 3:yeah he's claiming to be in love with you and me, trynna have-

"I loved that! Omg I need to stream them" Asmo squeals .

"tch that normie music was pretty cool for normie music" Levi said while trying to talk about a anime with a overly long title but Lucifer and Satan quickly cut him off by saying "one of the voices sounded really familiar" Satan look at Lucifer and grimaced "you really had to copy me?" Satan remarks and belphogor bursted out laughing and Lucifer and Satan's"father and son moment" then before Lucifer could reply Barbatos cleared his throat for diavolo to speak again the diavolo spoke "And as we all know Mammon is coming back soon from his mission" the brothers looked towards diavolo with looks of disinterest"do you really think we care what's happening with that scumbag?'' Asmo said belph and Satan agreed scoffing quietly calling him a "idiot" under their breath,

Night of the concert

The stadium of RAD was transformed into a concert hall and everyone was there trying to get a look at the performances on stage, watching as countless talented singers wowed the audience but all seemed to quite as diavolo came to thank the second to last artist to perform,

Diavolo's POV

A bad feeling grew in my stomach as I thanked the group that was previously on stage announcing the final group" Majesty " to come on to the stage, I was shocked as I saw who walked out of the darkness but as they took the stage all I saw was the man i let my foolishness trick me into losing, It was only then his outfit registered to me in my mind and silk black backless mini dress paired with the heels me and Barbatos bought him as gift a couple days before we broke it off. He look spectacular and so damn delicious, I knew just where to touch on the small of his back and between his shoulder blades to make his shiver as Barbatos whisper the dirty things we'll do to him as the light gets low and and temptation only seemed to rise and as I think of this I realize Barbatos and I broke it off, We lost our Sapphire and it makes me wish I'd called him more than I already did while he was away, I did my best to keep him close while he was so far but, I didn't think trying to get back together while he was away was the right option so I didn't I only teased" I snap back to reality and smile as I shake his hand and give him a look he never could resist, that's when I see the two girls behind him both glaring directly at me, it makes me think he told them everything I smile at them trying to play it cool but I swear the shorter one can see the sweat on my palms she gives a tight smile and girl beside her much taller in height with purple and pink hair just plainly rolls her eyes, Mammon grabs the microphone from me while I've become speechless over the sight of him the moment my eyes fell back to each curve executed by the dress.

Third person POV

As Mammon grabbed the mic looking into the crowd of familiar faces grining as he saw the shock on his brothers faces as he relished in the glory he then spoke "thank you for coming out everyone and we're so excited to share our music with you all!" The voice of the man in front of them was alluring but safe, velvety smooth with raw emotion as undertones for the beautiful man that blessed their eyes, "I'll be sing a special single for this, something about people very close to my heart" it was obvious who he was talking about until it wasn't, the moment they all heard the lyrics only five souls in that room knew what that song meant but it only broke three,

All the lights dimmed, the stage drowned in black before a green light began to brighten slowly above mammon. Voices blasting through the speakers are two very familiar voices. The brothers along with the rest of the crowd turning to face diavolo and barbatos.

Diavolo: "Sometimes I think about, *sigh* How I wish, You couldv'e just done something to make me hate you."

barbatos voice then cut in

Barbatos: "something to hurt us...To make me stay away from you. To make us want to stay away from you."

Both: "And just imagine how much easier this could be,...If we hated you." (whispered) "but we don't"

On a large screen behind Mammon it showed the music video he did while being sponsored by Klein Calvin, He was dressed in only a gray thong and sweatshirt. While live Mammon started "If I hated you I know that I could do this on my own, own~, If you weren't so "good" to me" thirteen rolled her eyes at the comment, Lucifer noticing this wanted to get up and threaten the two who claimed to be his friends why they broke his brothers heart, he wanted to grab them both and dig an early grave where no one would ever find them because they hurt his favorite younger brother, then he truly took a moment to realize, he never knew Mammon never told him or any of their other brothers it seems based off their reactions.

"then I could change the background of my phone, phone~"

mammon internally wanted to scream, but it felt like nobody would hear. Hear his frustrations with the Men who showed him tender care when no one else would the beautiful men that saw beauty in him The always alluring arms that knew just how he like sex, as well as hugs that heal his heart and made him a home, that lit that home a blaze and broke his heart too.

"You know I dream~ about getting back together in the future I can focus on you, focus on you~"

He wanted them In ways he couldn't explain, And he was at one point willing to take all the blame no questions asked, and spend the rest of his life trying to appease his lovers, praying they would tire of him.

"But If I leave you now ~, I hope that you don't find someone who touches you the way that I do, the way that I do~ (ah- ah- ah~)"

He truly was afraid of being left for somebody else, He was scared they'd replace him the second he left. But he would push all that aside for tonight to give them a message, all be it a message and truth thirteen and yuki said they don't deserve but, the truth none the less.

"My bedtime is the darkest, that's when I'm broken hearted, My bedtime is the darkest, (It 'd be easy, If I hated you)"

Mammon began to slowly take off the dress revealing and silk black thong set as extra backup dancers brought over a large silk black tarp and as they brought it down he was in another black Klein Calvin sweatshirt. looking directly to the two men walking down to the bottom steps of the stage to bend downs to his knees and spread them open, tilting his headed back only showing his neck where he had a tattoo that read

"Choke me please~ "

"I'd leave the after party'' He slowly closed his legs as he got back up swaying his hips as he walked away.

'i wouldn't miss your body~ My bedtime is the darkest"

he stood tall with a somber look towards the two men

"It'd be easy if I hated you"

TBC

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