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[danisbrainrot]

I love misty and you so... misty is obsessed with the reader and always making them little gifts, following them everywhere and trying to help with everything while the reader is going from "girl we talked like twice fuck off" to "that's creepy but actually kinda cute ig"

misty quigley x reader

OMG I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY!! misty in her joe goldberg era 🤭 I don't know how far you wanted me to go, so I'll keep this relatively sfw. if you want a nsfw version, just ask!!

slamming your locker open, you started ruffling through it in search of your textbook that was mysteriously missing, when a small box fell out. you paused what you were doing, crouching down to inspect it.

it was a plain plastic box, that contained a funky little smiley face ring in it. this wasn't the first gift you'd received that month, having found something different in your locker everyday. this one was just an odd surprise—you wondered how they knew you loved novelty rings. snorting while covering your mouth with your hand, you wasted no time slipping it on your finger with a grin.

your friend, mari, waved at you, ready to walk you to class when she noticed your new gift, "hey, where'd you get the ring?"

you shrugged, "found it in my locker. someone must have slipped it in? I'm not sure, but we're going to be late," you reply, finding the textbook and slamming the locker shut.

"isn't this like the fourth weird gift you've found this week? you might have a secret admirer!" mari teases, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

the two of you head to class, not noticing misty who was hiding behind the wall, watching you the entire time. she smiled softly, glad you liked her little gift. she pulled out a notepad, placing a small tick next to 'cute jewellery.'

she followed you to class, having picked the same classes as you so you'd never leave her sight. you'd chosen to sit at the back with your friend, whereas misty was forced to sit at the front. she scowled and watched the clock all lesson until class finished.

not wanting to waste time, misty got to work making her next gift for you. she pulled out her notepad and saw the next gift idea was 'love letters'. flicking to a new page, misty neatly wrote your name in cursive, ready to start when she realised she didn't know what to say.

your laughter from the back of the room made misty perk up, finally sure what she wanted to write. she began scribbling frantically as she didn't want to forget any compliments.

when class finished, you walked past her and saw your name at the top of the page in her neat handwriting. your heart raced, not sure how to feel about it, before looking away and focusing on the conversation with mari. misty quickly tried to cover the letter as you walked past, not realising you'd already seen it.

you'd completely forgotten about misty's letter until the next day, when you'd opened your locker to find it neatly laid on top of your books. it freaked you out that she knew how to break into your locker—even wondering if she knew your combination or it was a coincidence that it landed perfectly.

turning around, your eyes scanned the hall—misty was nowhere in sight. a shiver creeped up your spine, knowing she could be watching you at any minute and you wouldn't know. slamming your locker shut, you didn't bother reading it.

watching from her hiding spot, she sighed, wondering why you didn't like her latest gift. she pulled out her notepad and crossed out 'love letters' and shoved it in her backpack. she quietly followed you, not realising you were heading for the bathroom. when she saw you walk in, her heart raced as she tried to make a quick decision—did she follow you and seem suspicious? or just head to your next lesson and wait for you?

seeing mari enter after you, she decided on the second option and ran to your next class. this time she managed to snag a seat at the back, able to see you perfectly no matter where you sat. however, when five minutes passed and you still weren't in class, she began to feel disappointment simmering in her stomach.

raising her hand in the air, the teacher called on her, "can I go to the toilet?" misty asked, the teacher nodded. she grabbed her stuff, stomping straight to the toilet she'd seen you in last. carefully opening the door, trying not to make a big sound she saw your feet under one of the stalls.

"mari? is that you?" you call out, hearing no other response, you huff. "do you have a pad? or a tampon?" misty lightened up, rustling through her bag and handing you a pad from under the door. "thanks," she smiled widely, wondering whether or not to say anything.

when misty heard you flush the toilet, she knew it had been too long to say anything, so you ran out of the toilet and back to class. she pulled out her notebook and added a new addition to her list 'pads'.

after school, you made your way to soccer practice. placing your stuff to the side of the field, you don't notice misty had approached you from behind. you almost jump in shock. "misty what the fuck," you hiss, clutching your heart.

"sorry, I just noticed you didn't bring your water bottle today," she explains, making you scrunch your nose in confusion—she almost fainted at the sight. you began ruffling through your bag, swearing you'd brought it, but failing to find it. "here! I always bring bottled water as a backup?"

you accept it graciously, smiling at her—a good effort considering you were still frustrated from losing your old bottle. waving goodbye to her before running on to the field, she searched her bag to see if your water bottle was still there—when her hand wrapped around it, she smiled.

misty didn't have time to add 'water' to the list, since she was the equipment manager both coaches needed her. but once practice was finished, she made sure to tick the latest discovery.

watching your sweaty body pour the bottled water over your face made her stomach tingly, as she tried to ignore the hot feeling you gave her. she had a mission to complete, now was not the time to let her hormones crowd her thoughts.

misty approaches you and van, "hey! I found your water bottle," she announces, holding it out for you.

your heart sinks, as you send van a nervous glance. van struggles to hold back her laughter, as you give misty a strained smile. "thank you. . . where did you find it?"

"your bag?" van teases.

"no!" misty cries, readjusting her glasses, "it was in one of the sports bags. you must have accidentally thrown it in last practice," she lies perfectly. you pretend you believe her, trying to get out of the conversation.

snatching the bottle out of her hand, you shove it in your bag. "that's a nice ring," misty compliments, you look down at it, then back at her suspiciously.

"did you get it for me?" you ask nervously, heart racing as you did. she nodded her head eagerly, making you feel sick. "what the fuck, misty?" noticing how awkward it had become, van excused herself and left the two of you alone—making you uncomfortable. "are you like, stalking me or something? why do you keep giving me things? it's weird!"

misty readjusts her glasses again nervously, "I'm just not. . . i—um, it's because—"

"seriously, you need to fuck off, this is so creepy," you reply. turning on your heel, you power walked far away from her, leaving the blonde dejected.

misty stomped to the equipment shed, trying to think of ways to get you to love her. coach ben entered, trying his best to avoid her gaze, but it was too late, "coach, how do I get the person I like to like me back?"

he stared at her oddly, "um. . . I'm not sure, misty. maybe find something they like?"

"I tried that!" she complains.

he shrugged, "I don't think this is a conversation we should be having," he replies.

misty groans in frustration, "okay coach," she whispers sarcastically, stomping out of the shed. she was in a foul mood and nothing could stop it.

over the next couple of days, it was relatively quiet. you didn't receive any more trinkets, which surprisingly made you upset. you missed the little gifts misty left in your locker—but mostly, you felt guilty for yelling at her. she was just being nice and you were a bitch to her.

that's why, during lunch, you approached her where she usually sat. misty was crouched over her notepad, scribbling on it. sitting next to her, "I'm sorry for yelling at you," you whisper, making her jump.

"jesus! you scared me," she replies, before smiling when she realised it was you. "oh. . . it's okay," you look at what she was writing and noticed your name was on the top of the page.

you bumped her shoulder with your own, "what're you writing?" you tease, causing her to blush a deep crimson. she passed the note to you, letting you read it. it was a long apology for being 'creepy'. you giggle, biting your lip. "you didn't have to do this, I should be the one apologising," she shrugs.

"it was weird," she whispers, looking at the ground.

you place your fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at you. "it was sweet. I see that now," you assure her. to make it sink, you lean in and softly press your lips against hers. sending her nerves into overdrive, misty gets eager and responds by kissing you back harder—almost devouring your lips. you don't mind, however, it's nice to be hungered for.

—💌—

25 years later

slotting your key in the lock, you turn it until you hear the satisfying click and shove the door open. trudging through the hall, you end up in the kitchen and place the groceries on the bench. your phone rings, and you smile when you see your girlfriend's face. "hey, did you check the fridge," misty asks, making you pause.

you froze, wondering what she was talking about. leaving the phone on the counter, opening the fridge door and seeing a cupcake on one of the trays. you bit your bottom lip while smiling, picking up the phone. "thank you, my love. did you make it yourself?"

"of course, I know how much you love my gifts," she replies, you snort loudly and bring the treat to your lips, taking a bite out of it and moaning in delight.

misty waited patiently on the other side of the line, blushing when she heard the sound come out of your mouth. "it's delicious, thank you, misty," you compliment.

"it's to make up for being late tonight, I'm sorry," she sighs, and you hear typing sounds on the other end of the phone.

you smile widely, "don't worry about it. if anything, it'll make your surprise easier to plan," you tease—practically hearing her ears perk up.

she thanks you quickly, explaining that it was getting busy at work. you use this to get started on the gift you were preparing for her.

"I'm home!" misty called out, closing the door behind her. when she was greeted by silence, she frowned. you always met her at the door, placing a kiss on her cheek.

sniffing the air, she smelt her favourite dinner being prepared and her stomach practically growled. misty walked into the kitchen with a beaming smile on her face.

you turn around, a cute little apron on and a spatula in hand. "hey! you said you were working late," you complain, pouting at her.

she shrugs, "sorry, they let me go because someone could cover the rest of my shift," misty explains. you smile, walking towards her and wrapping your arms around her neck. you claim her lips with your own, and she can taste the flavours from dinner.

"I figured that you always give me sweet gifts, it's time for me to return the favour. it was low key creepy in the beginning, but now it's cute. thank you," you whisper. she eagerly smashes her lips on yours, backing you against the counter. you giggle into the kiss, wrapping your legs around her waist and jumping up on the bench.

the dinner sizzled, as it was starting to burn, but the two of you didn't care, too absorbed by each other.

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lottie x sick!reader bc i was sick last week 🤒🤒

lottie matthews x reader

giggling and kicking my feet while writing this! hope you feel better pookie <3

bundled up in your covers, you felt lottie's warm hands wrap around your forehead as she tried to check your temperature. you moan, trying to bite her finger—she pulls away quickly, giggling at your reaction. "did you just try to bite me?"

you shrug, reaching up and grabbing for her. "hugs?" you ask sniffly. she shook her head, pulling the covers off you causing you to whine. "cold!"

"you're burning up, baby," she replies, placing a cool wet towel in your forehead. it feels nice despite how cold the rest of your body feels. she kisses your nose, causing you to scrunch it up and giggle. "your nose is just the right temperature," she strokes it, looking down at you lovingly. even while sickness ravaged your body, she was amazed by how enchanting you were.

"lottie, I'm gonna die," you murmur, your nose so stuffed you could barely get the sentence out. she couldn't help but laugh at you, peppering your face with kisses. "it's not funny," you sob; lottie bites her lip, trying to hide her laughter and instead shoot you a sympathetic look. you huff, turning away from her. she removes the covers even more, readjusting her position so she could lie next to you.

lottie snuggles into your side, wrapping you in her arms and resting her face in the back of your head. "I'll look after you, I swear," she murmured into your hair, pressing a delicate kiss there. you turn back around and bury your head into her chest. the sound of her heart beat was calming, allowing you to relax into the hug.

soon enough, you began to snooze against lottie's chest. she ran her fingers through your hair, smiling as she noticed how your temperature was finally dropping.

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omg actress reader x nat? plssss

natalie scatorccio x reader

tw: slight NSFW? they're filming a sex scene but it's not explicit

actually I love this idea! I might start doing a whole yj! actress au. when they're in character everything will be in bold!

pacing your trailer, you nervously bit at your nails; waiting for one of the assistants to come get you was a nightmare. looking up at the clock, you took a deep breath when you saw the time—they should be here any minute now.

a firm knock on the door confirmed your suspicions, "we're ready for you," some called out, causing you to wrap the robe around you tighter. you opened the door slightly and smiled politely at the assistant, following them on set.

there was your costar, natalie scatorccio, waiting for you dressed similarly. she smirked at the sight of you, who was anxiously waiting for the director to instruct how they wanted you in the scene. it was the first sex scene of the movie, where you and her character who'd hated each other the entire movie let their passion take over. you knew it was going to be rough, but your intimacy coordinator had promised she'd be there for you every step of the way.

"natalie can you press y/n against the wall," the director asks, standing behind the camera to see whether the shot would work. you move slowly to where he was pointing, before natalie presses her chest against yours. she winks teasingly, noticing your racing nerves and trying to quell them. you blush, trying to look away. "now, y/n, place your left leg around her waist. natalie can you hold her up?" the intimacy coordinator shoots you a thumbs up and smiles reassuringly.

natalie hoists your legs up, supporting your hamstring. "come here often?" she jokes, prompting you to burst into laughter; her head falls back, as she joins in.

"okay, it works. resume starting positions," the director calls out, covering one ear with his headphones. "in three, two, one. rolling," the clacking sound made the two of you pause, swiftly getting into character.

natalie's eyes softened, turning into her infamous bedroom eyes all her characters shared. you felt your heart race, as you almost forgot to act. "who do you think you are? you think you can kick a couple of balls and suddenly you run the world?" natalie growled, unknowingly pressing against your core with her thigh.

trying hard to hide how flustered you were, you tip your head up smugly, hoping no one realised you were scrambling to remember your lines, "just accept it, you aren't the player you used to be. I won that position fair and square," you reply slyly, getting ready to move.

suddenly, natalie presses you up against the wall. "you have to prove to me how fit you are first," she whispers seductively. you try to keep a stoic face, but feel your resolve beginning to collapse—you were more similar to your character than you realised. she presses her lips against yours, grabbing your face gently and rubbing the back of your thighs. getting the hint, you wrap one of your legs around her waist and pull her in closer.

"cut!" the director yells, causing the two of you to swiftly pull away. by this point you're as red as a tomato, and natalie can't help but smile at your reaction.

the intimacy coordinator quickly checks up on both of you, making sure that you and natalie were comfortable. you nod, although your insides churned with anxiety. natalie, seemingly noticing it, shook her head. "I think we need to take a breather," she suggests, shooting the coordinator a grateful smile when she nodded in understanding.

leading you outside, where the cool breeze calmed your nerves, placed a soothing hand on the small of your back. "are you alright? I get it, it's pretty full on," she asks.

you shake your head, "I've never. . . done a sex scene before, I just feel so vulnerable in front of so many people," you confide.

natalie smirks, nodding in understanding. "and here I thought you were too scared to kiss me," she joked.

"no. no! I loved kissing you—i mean, you're a greater kisser. . . I just don't know how I feel about showing off my boobs to everyone in that room," you reply, a blush quickly creeping across your cheeks.

natalie held your hand comfortingly, "just pretend no one else is there. just your tits and me," she replies, causing you to giggle.

"you must be popular with the ladies," you tease, cocking an eyebrow. natalie laughed, rolling her eyes and cupping your cheek.

you go eerily silent, your eyes gazing into hers as you try to work out what she's doing. "I am, actually. wanna find out why?" she asks, a wide grin on her face; you nod softly, like a deer in headlights.

pulling you in close, natalie presses her lips against yours—it wasn't gentle, but it also wasn't as rough as she'd been when they were on set five minutes ago. it felt nice—tasted delicious too. natalie's soft lips tasted like the coconut balm she'd put on before the scene, and her breath reeked of mints. you found it sweet of her to try and get rid of her smoker breath before the shoot.

finally pulling apart, natalie grins at you, "ready to go back in? finish what we started?" you nod in a daze, letting her lead you on stage and into the bed they'd set up.

let's just say, you quickly lost your nerves for the rest of filming—instead too preoccupied with natalie's lips on yours once more.

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Could you do Actress!Reader x Nat but Nat's like a bodyguard or staff or something?

natalie scatorccio x reader tw: power imbalance? sfw, but implied nsfw near the end. okay, I love this idea. i'm really fucking with these actress!reader x natalie asks i've been getting lately!

flashing lights forced you to cower behind your bodyguard, as your hands flung instinctively to your face. turning you around by placing her hand on the small of your back, you are led into a quiet room in a random hotel.

sighing loudly, you practically fling yourself onto the couch and close your eyes for a moment. natalie stood at the door patiently, her inquisitive eyes never leaving you for a second. once you open your eyes again, you notice her gaze—and, more importantly, how hot and bothered it made you feel.

you offer her a reassuring smile, "i'm okay. you don't have to be so. . . alert," you tease, giggling softly at her serious expression.

she smirks subtly, not allowing you to see her reaction to you, lest she lose her job. you sigh loudly again, stringing yourself across the couch. still, natalie stares at you with piercing eyes and something else behind them—if you were anyone else, you would have thought it was hunger. but you knew your bodyguard. . . well, at least that's what you like to believe. never once had nat showed any interest in you—after all, your agent hired her because she knew how to separate business and pleasure.

you had other ideas, however. immediately enamoured by her, you planned on finding a way to make her crack. you hoped that maybe she'd let her guard down a little—joke with you like she joked with her colleagues, flirt back or perhaps even touch you below the small of your back.

that's why you pat the seat next to you, shooting her a cheeky wink. "come, sit," the blonde didn't move a muscle. "please," you whine, watching with a mischievous gaze. "aren't i your boss?"

"you are," she replies immediately.

"then i'm giving you these orders. relax, take the night off. . . or just take a seat next to me," you demand, watching her chest deflate and her eyes droop. she looks around for a moment, before cautiously stepping towards you.

sitting beside you, she remained rigid—as if she was ready for an attack at any second. "you know i'm being paid to protect you, not to relax," she replies, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. you smirk, in awe of this new side to her.

you sigh, tossing your hair behind your shoulders, and placing your feet in her lap. "well, then i guess you should clock off for an hour," you blurt out.

"why an hour?" she asks with a wide grin. you shrug innocently, trying not to appear creepy. you knew there was a power imbalance, and you didn't want to push her into something she wasn't comfortable—but you couldn't help but feel like she was picking up what you were putting down.

"you're free to do whatever you want," you reply. without any further conversation, natalie got up and left the room. you frown in disappointment, wondering what you had done to scare her off.

all your questions were quickly answered when she re-entered the room, no gadgets or guns, no badge and wearing nothing but a white blouse and black pants. "i guess it's a good thing i clocked out, because now. . . i can do this," she mumbles.

the way natalie was staring at you caused heat to rush to your cheeks—you barely had any time to think, before she grabs your hand and yanks you towards her—you crash into her, feeling her chest heave against yours. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, she smashes her lips against yours and her fingers intertwine in your hair.

your hands snake around her neck, enjoying how her lips feel against yours. it wasn't hard to tell she'd been drinking, tasting the alcohol on her breath, but you didn't mind. you quite liked the flavour of her lips.

when natalie finally pulled away, you whined at the loss of contact. "don't worry, baby. we still got fifty five minutes left," she replies, pulling her shirt over her head.

[danisbrainrot]

getting matching tattoos/stick n pokes with natalie 🤯🤯🤯

natalie scatorccio x reader

this might shock a lot of people, but i've never had a tattoo or a stick and poke :0. just a short little blurb today!

holding hands as you enter the tattoo parlour, you look at natalie worriedly—she smiles at you reassuringly, rubbing her thumb against the back of your hand.

you'd never gotten a tattoo before, whereas your girlfriend had plenty—in fact, you were content with never getting one if it hadn't been for nat. she really wanted to check out this new place she was following on instagram and you'd foolishly agreed to get matching tattoos.

it was supposed to be a cute little date, but you couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly anxious as you heard the incessant buzzing from the next room over—it was no secret you had a comically low pain tolerance.

natalie pulls you aside, "hey, if you don't want to do this, it's totally okay," she whispers, rubbing her thumb across yours soothingly.

smiling while shaking your head, you work up the nerve to spit out, "I really want to." this is enough to convince your girlfriend as she grins widely, leading you to the seats.

the tattooist laid out a booklet, giving you and nat a moment to decide what you want. eagerly, you pointed to a doe and nat decided to go with the stag. you'd been in love with deer ever since you could open your eyes—and natalie thought about how funny it would be to get antlers tattooed on her; the temptation to get a crown as well almost won.

you opted for the doe to be done on your lower belly while natalie got the stag on her shoulder. when you asked why, considering she'd never see it, she simply replied, "as long as you do, I don't care," making you smile.

while the tattoos were stenciled on, then drawn on one at a time, the two of you never let go of the other's hand once. it helped you in particular; you gripped onto nat's hand so tight, she could feel her fingers turn numb.

once it was finished, the tattooist went on to explain how to look after your tattoos. you nodded eagerly, too preoccupied with the way natalie was looking at your belly to listen properly. it shouldn't be that difficult to workout.

satisfied with how the designs looked, you both marvelled at each other's tattoo. you couldn't help but find it incredibly hot, how tatted up your girlfriend was. natalie couldn't stop staring at how cute your belly was with the little doe.

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okay girl I want post rescue lottie in a psyh ward. reader is her roommate and lottie is always trying to help them and comfort them and she barely talks about her own feelings and why she's here BUT one day lottie is having an episode/maybe panic attack and now it's reader's turn to help her/comfort her

lottie matthews x reader

tw: mental health issues, self-h@rm and su1c1d3 mentioned.

my love, I debated writing this because this was so hard to write (I don't know anything about mental health and psych wards :/ ) I tried to write it in the most sympathetic/realistic way I could.

whispering softly, you tried to reassure yourself that everything was fine. tucked beneath your covers for warmth and protection, you faced the walls—away from your room mate—ignoring the rest of the world.

the feeling of warm hands on your back throws you into a panic, as you rip the weighted blanket off of you. "are you okay?" you look up and see your roommate staring down at you with concern.

in the six months you two shared a room, you'd never uttered even a word to each other—this seemed to have come out of nowhere.

maintaining eye contact, it takes forever before you finally shake your head and burst into tears. "I'm not supposed to be here," you whimper, nuzzling your face in your knees and rocking back and forth. "I'm not insane. my parents are wrong."

your roommate places her arms around you, pulling you in close and shushing you soothingly. "I know what you mean. neither of us should be here right now," she mutters ominously. you look up at her in confusion, a weird beat passing, before you shake your head. "I'm lottie."

"six months. . . and we don't know each other's names," you scoff, snuggling into her side. you didn't know why, but it felt right in her arms—like that's where you belonged.

"I know your name," she smiles softly, gently placing her head against yours. staying still for a while, the hours passed, but you focused on the sounds of her deep breaths—closing your eyes and enjoying her presence.

a knock on the door alerts the both of you—reminding you where you were—causing the two of you to tear apart. it was an attending, carrying a tray with both your meds. "okay you two, seven pm, you know what the means."

they nod in understanding, you hold out your palm, the cup in the other hand as you throw three pills back at the same time. lottie is hesitant, however, her eyes narrowing at the new attending. "I usually have four," she replies harshly.

"your parents wanted you on a fifth one, as per your doctor's recommendation," the attending explains, shoving the tray in her face. lottie scowled but still took all five pills.

once the attending left, you growl, "fucking asshole," lottie snorts at your comment. "because of him, now I need antidepressants as well. oh, I'm on suicide watch, did you hear?"

"who do you think pried the razor out of your hands?" she asked softly, staring at you with an intensity that caused your insides to shiver.

you shake your head, "I wasn't gonna do it, just. . . I thought I'd get more mash with dinner. didn't know they'd—"

"you don't like mashed potato," she mumbles. your cheek burns, as you realise she knows a lot more about you than you know about her.

"do you stop staring at me?" you snap. lottie hmms cryptically, moving back onto your bed and next to you; her arms are around you once again. eyes widening, you shuffle slightly—wanting to escape her embrace but craving her touch at the same time. "what are you doing?"

lottie was silent for a moment, "I'm hugging you," she mumbles, twirling a strand of your hair. you sigh into the hug, missing how it felt to have this kind of connection with someone. "you haven't been hugged in a while, huh?"

you don't know why, but you blurt out, "I haven't been kissed either," you try to joke, only it comes out acerbically. lottie, to her merits, didn't even flinch.

instead, she merely pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. "do you want to be?" lottie asks. you nod softly, and she pulls you closer. your eyes squeeze shut, feeling her soft lips against your own.

forgetting how to kiss, you immediately moan into the kiss, grinding into her slightly. she chuckles at your eagerness.

when you finally pull away, lottie sighs. "still don't belong here?"

you shake your head, "not in the asylum. but maybe with you. . ." you whisper shyly. lottie giggles, kissing you again.

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lott modelling new clothes she bought for you to cheer you up after a rough day :(((

lottie matthews x reader

I love cute little blurb ideas like these <333

her shopping bags landed messily on the bed as she crawled on top of you, shifting so you were between her legs and she could press her forehead against yours. "you okay, baby?" lottie murmurs, kissing you softly.

you shake your head, leaning into the kiss and not letting her lips go. finally, she pulls away, looking at you seriously as a sigh leaves your mouth, "I had a shitty day," you reply. she pouted, pressing another kiss against your lips before pulling away.

"well, I finally used my t.k. maxx credit up, do you wanna see some of the stuff I bought?" lottie asks, you nod eagerly, your mood lighting up immediately. she laughs at this, but crawls off you and opens some of the bags. "close your eyes," you do as instructed and wait patiently until she allows you to open them again.

her first outfit is cute, a pink miniskirt and a white top. she gives a little spin, flourishing with a small curtsy. "you look like a Barbie doll," you tease, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and blows you a kiss, before getting unchanged again. you close your eyes, letting her next outfit be a surprise.

lottie shows off five more outfits—making you worry how bad of a habit this whole stealing shitty clothes from t.k. maxx was. finally, she covers your eyes with a scarf she'd bought, "your eyes definitely have to be closed for this next one, because I bought this somewhere else," she whispers, her tone seductive; you grew excited by what she meant.

"you can take the scarf off now," she instructs. once the fabric is ripped off your eyes, your jaw drops at the sight. she was dressed in a scant red lingerie set, showing off her long legs and gorgeous figure. you swear you could feel drool in the corner of your mouth. she giggles at your reaction, twirling around to show off every inch of her. "do you like it?"

you finally unfreeze, gaining the ability to talk again. "I love it," you admire how gorgeous she looked standing before you in her red bra and undies, "in fact, you should wear that more often," she giggles, before crawling on top of you again. you pull her in for a passionate kiss, feeling the full weight of her on top of you, as you grip her waist tightly with you hands. "thank you, my days better already," you mutter against her lips.

a wide smirk appears on lottie's face as she begins moving your hand from her waist further up to her boobs. "just wait until you feel what's underneath it," she teases, shooting you a cheeky wink.

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totally ok if you don't want to, but could you write a fic about misty came home after a long day at work and reader wants to comfort her?

adult! misty quigley x reader

ofc!! need more fics about my lovely <333 (she is me and I am her). besides, she deserves better and I refuse to believe she hasn't found someone yet. might have strayed from the original ask a little bit, hope you don't mind!

you hear the keychain in the door, and turn around excitedly under your covers and smile. it takes a while before you see misty walk through the door and flick the lights on, "today was so long," she complained, slipping off her scrubs and crawling into bed. she snuggles in close to you.

"wow, not even gonna get in your pjs first?" you tease, a cheeky grin on your face.

she sits up straight, "oh, of course, I'll do that now," she replies immediately, heading to her closet to change. you feel bad, tempted to tell her you were kidding but she was already changing.

you snuck off your bed, a small smirk on your face as you heard her humming a tune. misty jumped as she felt your arms wrap around her, as you tucked your face in the crook of her neck. "gloria still being a pain?" you ask, kissing a trail up her neck and to her earlobe.

misty began blushing deeply, "not more than usual," she replied, gasping when she felt you bite down on her neck before sucking it better. "let's take this someplace else," she didn't bother getting her pajamas on before pushing you to the bed, a wide grin on her face.

you giggle, wrapping your arms around her neck before the back of your knees hit the bed. falling over, with her on top, your giggles turn into laughter and she pulls back, "did I do something wrong?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose nervously.

"no, babe, nothing," you reply, pulling her close again and claiming her lips with your own. she held herself up with her arms, refusing to put her whole weight on you—no matter how often you told her you were fine with it.

you snuggle under the covers, pulling misty close to your chest and resting your chin against her forehead. her body heat combined with the covers making you feel nice and toasty on a partially chilly night. "I forgot to tell you, something came in the mail today," you mumble against her hair.

misty pulled away, looking up at you with a questioning look. "what?" she asked, sitting up. you moan, begging her to stay in bed as she got up, moving the covers off her.

"it's cold, come back here," you bemoan, reaching out for her hand, but she was already out of the room. you sigh, pulling the covers off and following after her. "it's just a postcard, I promise it'll be there tomorrow," however, when you saw the horrified look on your girlfriend's face, you immediately knew that it wasn't just a postcard.

she holds it up so you can see, "who gave this to you?" she questions. suddenly you feel like a suspect being interrogated by the police—reminding you of how the two of you had met over citizens detective reddit. "where did this come from?"

". . . the mail?" you answer, confused on why she thought this was such a big deal. "it's just someone sending you a—" as the words spilled from your lips, you realise it was over the canadian wilderness and suddenly remember everything misty had told you about the crash. "do you think someone's blackmailing you?" crossing your arms over your chest, you see her face darken.

she shakes her head, "it's probably nothing, just that reporter lurking around trying to get a story," she smiles unconvincingly, and you can tell she doesn't want you to know, "come on, let's go to bed," you nod, wrapping an arm around her.

you could tell she was up all night thinking about that postcard, waiting for you to fall asleep before pulling out a list of suspects. you snuggle into her side, hoping that it was nothing serious—she didn't want to tell you what happened out there, and you weren't going to push; you could only wonder what that postcard could meant.

[danisbrainrot]

So i have this idea about Lucy gray

One of those nights, Lucy and reader are drinking, kinda tipsy. Lucy rants about having a crush on this girl and how the girl is paying her no mind. reader would say something like "I would never do you like that," and Lucy would laugh, then say something like "yeah sure, you'll do me worse, you and your heterosexuality." reader would be surprised that Lucy thought she was straight. "What?? I'm not straight.

lucy gray x reader

gonna take this idea and run with it. also I'm so sorry for taking forever to write this, life is hectic right now. I promise I'll be more active now!

lucy gray gives her final bow, waving goodbye to the audience before running off the stage. you were waiting on the side, jumping up and down in excitement when she wrapped her arms around you and pulling you close. you could smell the alcohol oozing off her.

"wow, you got lucky tonight," you tease. she giggles loudly, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. you felt your cheeks overheating as she did, that you pry her off you.

"mmm, peacekeepers gave me a bottle of moonshine, taste shit, but I like being drunk," she replies, trying to cling on to you again. the mix of her performing high mixing with being tipsy made her almost delirious, which made you struggle not to laugh at her.

you guide her to the shack out the back, and sit her down on a crate that was pushed up against the wall. "you're drunk," you exclaim, hands on your hips as you tower over her.

"I'm barely tipsy," she reassures, but you shake your head. "if I was drunk, would I be able to do this?" she gets up and tried to walk in a straight line.

you slowly clap, raising an eyebrow. "good job, you just walked diagonally," you tease, helping her sit back down as she brushes you off. you pull up a crate and sit next to her, holding her up right.

she began blushing a deep red and you assume it was because of the alcohol in her system—lucy gray was more than glad you didn't know the real reason. she was embarrassed that you were seeing her like this; ever since you were young she had a massive crush on you. she'd scraped her knee on a sharp rock and you immediately kissed it better—the two of you had been inseparable since. but when she got like this, she couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever see her as something other than her best friend. . .

"lucy gray? earth to lucy gray," you joke, waving your hand in front of her face. she offers you a wide smile, forgetting about her thoughts and focusing on your caring face instead. "who was that song about?"

her eyes widen, as she tries to come up with an answer that wasn't 'you.' she'd broken up with billy taupe months back, so you'd see right through that lie. taking a deep breath, she finally replies, "this girl I like."

your eyebrows raise, as cover your mouth in shock. you stare at her, mouth agape, for a moment, "I didn't know you swung that way."

"darlin', I swing both ways," she jokes, a huge weight off her chest. one confession down, just another to go. "I don't know if she likes me back though, we're friends and I don't want to ruin it by asking," she confides, resting her head against your shoulder and pouting.

you shake your head, "any girl who can refuse you and your puppy dog eyes is foolish," you reassure, pressing a finger to her nose. "who is this girl, I'll make her see the light," lucy gray laughs, shaking her head.

readjusting her position, lucy gray moves to get a better look at you. "she's probably not into me like that," she mumbles, moving to avoid your gaze and playing with the hem of her dress.

having had some alcohol yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I'd be into you," you freeze, covering your mouth as the fear she would make a big deal out of it began escalating—but were pleasantly shocked to see her laughing. lucy gray's laughter was contagious and you couldn't help but join along.

"yeah, right, spoken like the straightest woman I've ever met," she teases, your face scrunches up in confusion as you lean in to get a better look at her.

the face you were making scared lucy gray, as she thought she'd offended you for a moment and gasped, covering her mouth. "you know I'm not straight, right?" there's an oddly long silence as the two of you process what this means. . .

"I'm the girl, aren't i—"

"how long have you known—"

you both pause, before saying in unison, "you go first," the two of you burst into giggles again, before calming down.

"how long have you known you liked girls?" lucy gray asks calmly, fidgeting with her skirt now more than ever.

you shrug, "I've always known, I guess. how bout you?"

she bites her lip, sinking against the wall. "ever since you kissed my knee that one time," she confesses.

"that answers my other question I guess," you tease; her delighted smile warms your heart. she sits up properly, ready to kiss you when suddenly, you put you hand against her mouth. "I'm not billy taupe, I don't kiss drunk girls."

she groans, crossing her arms over her chest, "barely tipsy," she whined, her doe brown eyes never leaving your lips.

you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "ok, I don't kiss barely tipsy girls who can't walk in straight lines," you remind her.

"well, I can't walk in a straight line normally. . . matter of fact, I can't do much straight," she jokes, causing you to burst into laughter again.

when the two of you finally settle down, you lean in and give her a peck on the lips. "that's all you're getting from me tonight, sober up first," you demand.

lucy gray pouts, "fine. but you owe me that kiss, sugar," she winks at you.

"don't worry, after that song you wrote, I'm sure there'll be plenty of kisses in the future."

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reader calming down johanna during quarter quell and the others are like wtf

johanna mason x reader

the thick hot blood had you blind, choking and running around like headless chickens. johanna screamed, her hand reaching out for yours; your hands were already full, unfortunately. between your large knife and wiress' hand, you couldn't console johanna as she grew more panicked.

she grabbed the back of beetee's neck, dragging him through the forest, while you held tightly onto wiress and ran. the blood wasn't slowing down, instead pouring even harder.

suddenly, you heard the screams of johanna's district partner and turned around. you and johanna began calling for him—you even turned around and tried to follow the direction the sound had come from; after a minute of silence, everyone heard the sound of a cannon and jumped out of their skin. he was gone forever.

the group of four finally made it to the beach, you snapped your head to the sound of someone running up to you and calling out your name. still running on adrenaline, you held out your sword—ready to swing—before realising that it was finnick as he shouts, "johanna!"

"finnick!" she cried, you both lowered your weapons before she ran up to greet him. sheathing your sword, you swiftly made your way to johanna's side, hugging finnick tightly; you were glad to see another person you could consider your ally.

you spot katniss and peeta hiding in the trees; noticing the absence of mags, your heart sinks as you realise that one of the cannons you'd heard from before must have been hers.

the moment of relief passes when finnick was joined by the two figures who were hiding in the foliage, "rain started. thought it was water at first. turned out to be blood. thick and hot. we were choking, staggering around blind," johanna answers, talking quickly, "that's when blight hit the force field," she shakes her head, trying to hold the tears back. "he wasn't much, but he was from home."

you reach out for her hand, and she looks down at it at first, before sighing softly and taking it—she offers you a weak nod.

"what's wrong with her?" katniss asked, nodding at wiress. you shrug, looking over your shoulder to see the woman mumbling something to herself.

"she's in shock. dehydration isn't helping," betee replies, taking his glasses off to clean them.

johanna looks behind her, yelling at wiress, frustration evident on her face, when katniss shoves her to get her to stop. "hey!" johanna cried, shoving her back, "I got her out for you!" your eyes widen as you realise what johanna was saying.

you grab her by the arm, softly dragging her to the water. she grumbles, wanting to swing at katniss, but you sigh and shake your head. "you know what she means. you can't just hit her because she's annoying," you explain, wincing at the cool feeling of the water.

you only went to your waist, before dunking your head underwater and scrubbing the blood off your body. johanna does the same, mirroring your movements. as she washes out her hair, you pull her into a soft embrace, nuzzling your face into her neck and sighing. "this is so unfair," you mumble.

she hums in agreement, tentatively placing an arm around your waist and pulling you in closer. she hated being affectionate in public—she felt weak and vulnerable knowing that snow would target you next if he knew. she supposed it didn't matter much anymore; you either both died in the arena or you ended up in district 13—and johanna was going to make sure that you made it out of the arena alive.

katniss nods to where the two of you were standing, "what's going on with them?" she asks finnick.

he sighs and shakes his head. "you and peeta aren't the only star crossed lovers forced to compete against each other," he replies, digging his trident in the sand.

"but they're from different districts," katniss states, hoping for further clarification. peeta also looks up, squinting at finnick as he waits for finnick's answer.

finnick snorts, betee and wiress also smirk knowingly at each other. "doesn't matter to them, they make it work," his hand shields his eyes from the blaring sun, as he watches the two of you kiss passionately in the water.

it was such an intimate moment, that they all turn away and talk about something else, hoping to give the couple privacy—well, as much privacy as you can for someone being constantly filmed for the capitol's entertainment.

[danisbrainrot]

I MUSTT KNOW if you have any thoughts about the yellowjackets being in a hunger games au!!!

ok, I don't know how to group my thoughts so I'm just gonna put them all here:

laura lee: wouldn't kill anyone, obvy, but also I think everyone would find her too sweet to kill. she'd die naturally, like eating the wrong berries or something. I don't think she'd last long (first to die in the show = first to die in the hunger games).

lottie: she wouldn't kill anyone either I don't think, she'd form an alliance but would piss someone off like taissa or shauna and they'd probably kill her. she wouldn't be good at hunting or gathering and would heavily rely on her alliance with van, gen, melissa and mari.

natalie: we already know she's a hunter. she would just convince one of the sponsors to buy her a gun and before you know it, bam! bam! bye bye people she doesn't like. I could see her being one of the victors, but secretly I think shauna could kill her.

shauna: we already know she's violent, so I think she'd kill everyone and anyone if it came down to it. she's a career if I'm being honest (love you though shauna 🫶). she'd ally with taissa and jackie (ofc) and would struggle with who to kill in the end, but at the end of the day, she'd still finish them off, she'd just feel real bad about it. she's the butcher, she'd feed herself and her allies off of the traps she'd set, or supplies she'd kill people for and would live the longest, honestly. I could see misty killing her (for revenge on natalie, of course).

jackie: this girl is USELESS. she wouldn't survive past the bloodbath if it weren't for shauna. would die of hypothermia in the arena because she doesn't know how to start a fire to save herself (and likes sleeping in snow for some reason???) she was pissing everyone off at one point, so she'd definitely be everyone's target. there's no universe I think she could win these games (unless shauna came to her senses).

misty: this woman is a cold hearted killer, and she's a healer. she'd definitely win, imo. she'd ally up with natalie (who hates it, but like, misty could help her with injuries, why wouldn't she try and keep her alive? no other reason, totally.) this girl is totally feral, though. she'd kill without hesitation. and she'd cover it up so well that the viewers at home would be wondering if she actually killed them or not.

van: would die for taissa and lottie. I've already told you who she'd ally up with, but she'd leave them in a second if taissa asked. she'd be a good gatherer, enough to survive. we've seen van, she's a killer when she wants to be, and she can't die. so maybe she could win 🤭

taissa: would die for van (and maybe shauna). her sleep walking would kill quite a few people. she'd gather plants and stuff, but her main goal is looking after shauna because we see how protective she is of her (and who wouldn't be? shauna shipman is the loml!) would heal shauna and van's injuries to the best of her abilities.

javi: he'd survive purely by hiding and stealing supplies. would die from falling in the lake though :(

travis: he's not making it past the bloodbath, sorry not sorry. he pisses everyone (or maybe just me) off by being so emo. if he didn't die in the bloodbath, he'd die because he doesn't know what he's doing and he wouldn't be a sponsor favourite.

mari: allied with lottie and them. EXCELLENT gatherer! would kill someone but only if she was in a pack with the girlies 🤭. she'd make her berry juice and get everyone drunk.

akilah: according to the hunger games simulation, she's the real winner (and vicious) but I think she'd starve and start hallucinating, so maybe she wouldn't last very long.

crystal: allied with misty, but is immediately killed after the bloodbath by her (bonus points if misty pushes her off a cliff).

gen: allied with lottie's cult group. would help mari gather. don't know much about her honestly, but I think she'd be somewhat helpful. would be killed first by mari or van probably.

melissa: same as gen, tbh.

ben: dead in the bloodbath. with his missing leg and how useless he is throughout the entire series, I wouldn't blame the girls if they just got rid of him asap.

the antler queen spirit: the president snow of this au.

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assign all the yellowjackets superpowers GO!!!

tai: super speed (because I could have sworn that coach martinez said she was the fastest on the team?)

van: immortality, because, let's be real, what CAN'T this girl survive?

jackie: pep talks 😃 but seriously, I think something really inconvenient like everything she touches turns to gold.

shauna: super strength

lottie: precognition

natalie: super hearing (because all good hunters need it)

misty: healing powers (but it hurts a lot because you FEEL your body healing).

mari: manipulate the elements (get it, because we saw her turn leather into stew 🍲)

akilah: when she touches something, she's taking away it's pain. (she and misty would tag team)

crystal: super screaming

gen and melissa: invisibility (because I keep forgetting they exist)

BONUS (don't take these seriously):

travis: yapping.

javi: not swimming, that's for sure 😭

ben: hallucinating 🤟

coach martinez: flight

[danisbrainrot]

Hi can you please do some headcanons about how dating Johanna will be like

Like who would say i love you first, and what type of a date she'll take you, how would she act when she gets jealous, how would she act when reader gets jealous....

If you can't totally fine

oh absolutely!!

you'd have to be friends (who flirted all the time) before you started dating. she's very untrusting after being in the hunger games and losing everyone she loves because of snow, so your relationship has to start on some level of already built trust.

you'd start dating AFTER the rebellion because she didn't want to risk your life, knowing that snow wouldn't hesitate to kill you if she made one wrong move.

you'd definitely be the one to say "I love you" first, because she's afraid of showing her emotional needs. but I think she'd realise she loves you early on. or at least she cares deeply and can't live without you.

I think she likes small, intimate dates at home, or a small picnic in the woods, rather than something fancy. she's a simple girl, and she wants to focus all her attention on you. besides, after being thrust into the limelight because of the capitol, she wants some privacy.

she's a very jealous individual, because she thinks you can do a whole lot better (even though you swear you can't). she'll even try to push you away when she's feeling extra jealous. you have to be patient with her. I don't think there would be many opportunities for her to get jealous, most people let her keep to herself and know that you're both madly in love.

you two have baths together. ever since being tortured in the capitol she can't stand to bathe alone and she needs your comfort to help her get through it. like obviously she doesn't want to stink, but it's such a chore for her, that she needs you with her for support. it's never really sexual, more of an intimate thing, but it can definitely get steamy once she's comfortable enough.

she's not a physical affection kind of girl. but she also craves your touch. anyone else touches her? yuck, ew, get the fuck away from her. you? she can't keep her hands off you when you're alone. in public, she's more reserved. (she loves her sweet lady kisses!!)

she hates mornings. she'll do anything in her power to keep you and her under the covers. she'll just hold you, beg you not to get up and if that doesn't work, will pepper your face with kisses to convince you to stay.

her favourite place is in your arms. she loves to rest her head against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and feeling the warmth you provide. it's her safe haven.

also, I've definitely written a blurb about it before, but when she wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying, she instantly tries to find your arms and wrap herself in you.

she values safety and comfort above everything else. that's why she loves you so much, because you are both of those things. she's so traumatised and you're so patient with her, that she treats you like the princess you are. she's soft and gentle, but she can be harsh and snap, but you keep up with her mood swings and she'll feel eternally grateful for it.

bonus: she's best friends with finnick and annie (even being the godmother of their son), so you become best friends with them as well.

[danisbrainrot]

masterlist:

blurbs ✿

one shots ✷

headcanons ✧

psa: sorry, they might all be classified as blurbs, but I'm counting the ones with actual plots and a bit more writing as one shots.

angst ☯

fluff ♡

smut ❥

the hunger games:

lucy gray baird:

- sweet nothing ✿♡

- wait, you're gay? ✿♡

- simple moments with lucy gray ✿♡

- feral, unhinged reader x lucy gray headcanons ✧♡

- kissing off her lip balm ✿♡

- she gets jealous ✿♡

- cold nights snuggled together ✿♡

- guitar lessons that always end in kisses ✿♡

- she performs a song for you ✿♡

- running her hands through readers hair ✿♡

- snakes ✿♡

katniss everdeen:

- katniss and the reader remember their first kiss very differently. ✷♡

- clingy reader ✿♡

- katniss catches the reader drawing her ✿♡

- massaging her ✿♡

- headcanons about pining after her✧☯

tigris snow:

- tigris thinks the reader broke her and her boyfriend up ✷☯

- supermodel ✷☯

- reader helping her learn to read and write ✷♡☯

- reader meeting her family for the first time ✷♡

- you're sick and she comforts you ✿♡

- domestic fluff ✿♡

- tigris creates a dress for the reader ✿♡

johanna mason:

- johanna's favourite birthday gift ✿♡

- wedding ramble about her ♡

- headcanons about dating her ✧♡☯

- headcanons about her with kids ✧♡☯

- reader accidentally smacks johanna's ass ✿♡

- comforting her in the quarter quell ✿☯

- she babysits your kid ✷♡

- reader and johanna reuniting after the rebellion and remembering their first kiss ✷☯

- comforting her in the middle of the night ✿☯♡

- she's a mess in the kitchen ✿♡

miscellaneous

- reader and barb azure hang out while the covey's at the lake ✿♡

- reader convinces lysistrata to take a break from studying ✿ ♡

- visiting clemensia in hospital

yellowjackets:

miscellaneous:

- hunger games au ✧

- your birthday (b-day celebration post!) ✿ ♡

- superpowers!! ✧

- the girls as taylor swift albums ✧

characters:

lottie matthews:

- new years kiss ✿♡

- lottie comforting a sick reader ✿ ♡

- lottie modelling outfits for reader ✿ ♡

- lottie showing off her red set ✿❥

- nursing her back to health ✿☯

- roommates in the psych ward ✿☯

shauna shipman:

- bundled up together ✿☯

- corny pick up lines ✿♡

- shauna uses you to blow off steam ✷❥☯

jackie taylor:

- trying to bring her in from the snow ✷☯

- jackie comforts you at your party ✿❥☯

misty quigley:

- adult! misty coming home from work ✿♡☯

- stalkerish! misty ✷☯♡

natalie scatorccio:

- tell your boyfriend ✷☯♡

- filming a sex scene actress natalie ✿♡

- getting matching tattoos ✿♡

- nat comforting you when you're crying ✷☯♡

ships:

jackieshauna:

- sleepover confessions ✿☯

taivan:

- hcs after the crash ✧♡☯

lottienat:

- haircut ✿♡☯

[danisbrainrot]

Happy birthday, I hope you're having the best birthday, also i hope you a healthy and happy life 💛🎂

Also thank you for writing my requests, it's  literally so sweet of you 💜

And since I'm Johanna mason obsessed I thought

Reader is disappearing into the woods for long hours, then comes back home exhausted. Johanna is getting worried and curious about what reader is doing. Usually, reader would love Johanna to go with her on her walks in the woods, but not this time.

Reader is actually building a tree perch or tree deck (I don't know what it's called, but it looks like the pictures), as a surprise for Johanna's birthday. On Johanna's birthday, reader decorated it with flower bouquets, lanterns, and candles, making it look like a fairy tale setting, with a smile picnic if that makes any sense

Ps: English isn't my first language so sorry if anything don't make sense

johanna mason x reader no because being obsessed with johanna mason is so real. also thank you so much <333, i needed to pump out a johanna fic for my birthday so i'm glad you asked for this one!! as always, i love your prompts they're so imaginative! johanna might be *slightly* ooc.

"i'm just going for a walk," you call out, letting the door slam behind you. johanna peeked her head out from the kitchen, but saw you were gone and shrugged. she felt a little hurt because usually, you would go for walks with her but she brushed it off and went about her morning routine.

when this habit continued for a couple of weeks, she began to grow upset. you'd walk out the door, planting a kiss on her cheek and waving goodbye and she'd be alone again; moping around the house, she would grumble angrily to herself about how she was going to confront you. then when you return home, cheery and embracing, her face would lighten up and she’d ignore how she was feeling.

then, the hours grew longer and you weren’t returning quite as happily. you made sure to hug her, or kiss her, but your mood was dampened and you were beyond exhausted. johanna began worrying something really bad was wrong; the situation left her conflicted. did she stop you from going out so you wouldn’t be tired? or let you do what you wanted? the idea of losing you scared her immensely, that she sent finnick a letter asking him for help. he came a week later with annie and their son, saying that he would stay until after her birthday party, and help her sort out the problem. the second you were left alone with him, however, you managed to convince him to disappear with you as well.

johanna had never been more concerned. what were you two hiding from her? were you cheating on her with finnick? she shook her head, refusing to let her mind wander down that path. you would never do that to her—could never do that to her. so she’d end up playing with finnick’s son and talk to annie all day until everyone else showed up. katniss and peeta—along with haymitch—rocked up the day before johanna’s birthday, eager to help. while katniss and haymitch gave awful advice (johanna didn’t want to snap at you and demand you tell her what happened), peeta encouraged her to wait a little longer; she wondered if you’d told him something, and now she was nervous about what she was supposedly waiting for.

it wasn’t until you finally disappeared in the early morning of her birthday that she cracked. she followed you, while you crept down the dimly lit trail. you occasionally placed a candle on the ground and lit it, before continuing on your way. it was a little while before you finally stopped in front of a large tree, with a gorgeous wooden deck. she hides behind a tree as you climb up the ladder and began setting up the blanket, placing the food on top and adding a few finishing touches to give it the rustic vibe johanna loved so much.

“you can come up now!” you announce, watching johanna peer out from behind the tree, as she hesitantly approached the ladder. she looks up at you, signalling for her to join you, before swiftly scaling the ladder and kissing you once you’re reunited at the top. “happy birthday, johanna,” you whisper against her lips.

she smiles, her blush prominent now as she realises how embarrassing it was to suspect something was wrong with you, when in reality you’d been working on this for her birthday. “thank you,” she replies, pulling away and sitting down properly. she takes one of the sandwiches you’d prepared and munches down on it. “did you build this all by yourself?”

“i had a little help,” you confess, shrugging your shoulders and plucking a bunch of grapes—before throwing them in your mouth one by one. she can’t contain her snort, rolling her eyes playfully. “the best thing about sharing friends with you, is that they wanted to help me build and prevent you from seeing it prematurely. it was a good idea throwing a party and inviting them all, otherwise i’d never have gotten this done in time.”

johanna smirks, shaking her head, “that explains a few things,” placing her head in your lap as you softly stroke her hair.

“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper, kissing the top of her forehead.

she smiled up at you, “it is when you're here.”

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i had this idea myself but i’m too lazy to write it so i thought i’d share and i know u wanted to write something about natalie 😛

natalie getting her hair cut (maybe even bleached) by one of the yjs ‼️‼️ came to me in a dream but i haven’t been bothered to write it

lottie matthews x natalie scatorccio

I had to do my babies!! thank you for the ask, I was dying to write for nat!! this is an au where they crashed but lottie didn't get sent to switzerland, but moved in with natalie.

snip snip snip. the scissors felt natural in lottie's hands, but the danger of her hands holding such a weapon that close to natalie's neck worried her. she felt her hands shake as she began to overthink, before sucking in a deep breath and taking a step away.

"you alright?" natalie's keen eyes watched her through the mirror, concerned at lottie's reaction. "I swear, if my hair is above my ears again—"

lottie shook her head swiftly, "no, no. I'm not making that mistake again. . . just shaky," she replied. natalie snorted, absentmindedly playing with the ring lottie had gotten her for her birthday.

the pleasing sounds of scissors making their way through natalie's hair comforted the blonde. "my regrowth getting pretty bad," she commented. lottie hummed absentmindedly, which nat took to mean agreement. "I mean, not as bad as when we were rescued. . . but I think I should get it done again," lottie bit her bottom lip in concentration, ignoring what nat was saying as she focused on fixing the blondes split ends problem.

it was silent for a minute longer, even lottie's breath was bated as she pulled out a long strand of hair before snipping it off. "sorry, what were you saying?"

"nothing. since when were you such a good hairdresser?" natalie teased, a wide grin on her face.

lottie sighed, shaking her head, "I gave all my dolls haircuts," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "your roots need touching up, I've got foils but they might be dodgy," natalie snorted, shaking her head.

"thanks, lot. but I think I'll get that done by the pros," natalie teased, playing with her hair, amazed at the new feel. lottie smiled, proud of her work.

"you know what my payment is," lottie teased, jumping up on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms across her chest.

natalie rolled her eyes, sighing but getting up. "if I'd known you'd shrink out of your chores, I never would have asked you to move in," she joked, opening the dishwasher.

lottie raised a questioning eyebrow, "you would have let my parents send me to switzerland?" she asked, eliciting a chuckle from natalie.

"probably would've chased right after you," natalie retorted, opening the top cabinets to put away the cups.

lottie smiled softly, knowing that it was a sweet lie natalie told her. in fact, lottie was sure natalie only asked her to move in because she still felt some kind of need to protect her—as if she didn't leave her leadership behind in the wilderness.

"I hope you're okay with pasta for dinner, because that's all I know how to cook," natalie announced, snapping lottie out of her thoughts.

lottie rolled her eyes, and shook her head, "wow, I gave up switzerland, land of the meatballs, just for pasta every night," she sighed teasingly.

"after the shit we went through, I'm shocked more of us didn't go vegetarian. sometimes I see a piece of meat and. . ." natalie paused, realising that she wasn't joking anymore and instead leading towards dangerous territory.

the two had tried to avoid talking about the wilderness beyond silly jokes. it felt too real. like their trauma was haunting them—that the people they'd eaten were lingering around their house. the time they'd spent in those woods had such a profound impact on them, on their relationship, it was inconceivable that they could ever live without each other.

some nights, when the nightmares made them jolt, lottie finds herself flinging out of her bed and into natalie's arms—even though they both know damn well why she shouldn't be there. natalie was dating travis, and lottie wasn't mentally stable for a relationship yet. but still, that didn't prevent them from sharing a bed every so often. . . they convince themselves it was a perfectly normal thing for friends to do.

lottie sighed, watching natalie bend over to take out the cutlery holder. "did you hear tai's a vegetarian now? must have the same thought process as you," lottie mumbled. natalie chuckled again, looking at lottie in disbelief.

"that'll last three weeks. she loves pork ribs just a little too much," natalie teased, chucking the cutlery in the drawer, not bothering to check if it was in the right slot.

"are you sure you don't want me to redo your roots?" lottie asked abruptly. it would sound like a purposeful topic change to anyone except natalie, who knew the brunette was having her own conversation in her mind.

"okay, if you insist. but I'm not doing your laundry, that's where I draw the line," she joked, her mouth cracking up into a toothy grin.

lottie rolled her eyes, "like I'd let you in my room, I've seen you eyeing my pilgrim hat" she teased.

natalie licked her lips, "why would I want that when it looks better on you?" lottie felt her cheeks heat up, but before either of them had time to realise what that could mean, she quickly added, "nevermind, I might need it after you're done with my hair."

lottie snorted, rolling her eyes at the implication. "shut up. i'll get the foils now." a soft smile appeared on nat's face as she watched the brunette leave with a bounce in her step.