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Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker AHSOKA | 1.05

So consider with me:

Anakin x Mandalorian reader.

She gets separated by her family and kind of takes to Anakin. It’s just before he commits to the dark side. She’s generally a good person, fights for people.

But as Anakin turns over to the dark side, instead of an “I can change/save him” type of thing, it’s an “I will change with him” type of thing and she’s along for the ride.

YEYSYSYSYSYSYSYS . i love this idea so much im writing this immediately anon thank u sm!!! im gonna do this with vader if he was never turned into a bbq . comment on this if you like to be tagged !

can yall send me anakin requests im bored

ANAKIN SKYWALKER + signature lightsaber spin

OHHHHHMYYYYYFUCKINGGODDDDD HIT ME WITH A BUS PLEASE

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER/DARTH VADER Ahsoka: Part 5 - Shadow Warrior (2023)

not him crossing his arms and being offended after his padawan insinuated his turn to the dark side he will forever be the galaxy’s menace

DARTH VADER/ANAKIN SKYWALKER in AHSOKA (S01E05)

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Anakin Skywalker in his Clone Wars armor 👀

no one speak to me. I AM LOOSING IT

goodness i’m so tired of seeing this over and over again, both on ao3 and on tumblr.

do not tag your fic as reader-insert if they’re an original character!

that’s literally the opposite of a reader-insert, which is when the character is a blank slate, devoid of any physical characteristics such as skin/hair/eye colour etc and without a name.

there is no such thing as “reader is an ofc, not y/n.”

again, that’s just an original character, not a reader-insert. do not tag it as a reader-insert.

you’re clogging up tags that don’t apply to your story. write all the ocs you want, go ham and crazy and etc. but use the right tags for the love of god.

i’m sick of having to scroll through dozens of oc fics and getting tricked into clicking on a story i thought was a reader-insert just for it to end up being abt a white woman with a ~quirky~ name 🤷🏽‍♀️

red dead replay through memes

↳ chapter 1 - colter

Closer

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k

summary: You reveal a secret about your sexual preferences to Arthur when liquor has loosened your lips. Later and sober, he brings it up again, and you find yourself in ecstasy with the idea of being edged.

a/n: I wrote this in one day. idk where it came from, sorry not sorry. High honor Arthur loves consent and so do i, here we go!

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, minors dni (edging, receiving oral, vaginal sex, you get the idea)

taglist: @margofiore @mrsarthurmorgan7 @woman-with-no-name @tillith @luvliewriting @pine4pple-b0i @photo1030 @dudsparrow

Arthur has opted not to drink tonight. Just a week ago he had taken Lenny to the saloon for a quiet night out, and woken up a day later in jail. He doesn't feel like drinking for a long while. You on the other hand, have had your fill and then some. Sean had been safely returned home earlier in the day, and Hosea had come back with a wagon full of liquor to celebrate. At this point, Arthur has lost count of the number of times you and John have passed the whiskey crate around the fire. Arthur chuckles as you sing along to Javier's song, glancing at him every once in a while. You've been staring at Arthur in between the lyrics, and there's a blaze in your eyes, a heat in your gaze that tells him exactly what you're thinking about. 

Javier's song crescendos to an end, and everyone laughs, hooping and hollering, except for you. You instead are staring at Arthur, biting your lip lightly before leaning down to the whiskey crate, pulling a bottle from it and holding it in your hands as if it's.. something else. You're driving him mad, especially as you squeeze your thighs together, unbuttoning the first few buttons of your shirt, just to get rid of the heat, of course. 

Arthur tries to keep his eyes off you, because your relationship is pretty new and you've only slept together a handful of times. Though they ended up on his list of best nights, he feels it would be a disservice to eye you like this, especially with your drunken state. 

He can't help it though, and some sweat runs down his temple as he rearranges himself to lessen the strain of his cock pressing up against his jeans. Your cleavage is kept hidden from him by your shirt, but the open buttons reveal the beginning of the swell of your breasts, and he wants nothing more than to kiss the sweet flesh there. 

The times you've laid with him you were a bit shy, nervously covering certain areas of your body with your hands. Usually he has to reassure you, coax you from your shell a bit to remove you from your self consciousness. That feeling is gone now. The alcohol has made you brave, bold as you trail your fingers from your knee to your thigh. It's just subtle enough to drive him mad, but anyone else who didn't know your intentions would think nothing of it. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, thinking of anything to get his erection to go down. He opens his eyes when he feels your hand on his, and you start pulling him away from the fire. 

"Come on, cowboy." You tease, pulling him towards his covered wagon. Your voice is slurred with drunkenness, and your steps are stumbling. It's then that Arthur realizes just how drunk you are. 

"You tired?" Arthur asks as you pull him into his tent. He's hoping you'll say yes, because he can't give you this tonight, not until you're sober. It would be a disservice to you, not to mention that he's sober, and it would feel wrong. 

"Nope." You whisper, turning towards him with sparkling, half-lidded eyes. Then you lean up and intertwine your fingers into his hair, kissing him. It's drunk and sloppy, but Arthur isn't complaining. Your lips taste like whiskey as you devour him, saving no room for delicacy or the coy demeanor you usually have. Your lips slot against his breathily and with hunger as you press yourself up against him. You can feel his hardness pressing into your hip, twitching as you release his hair with one hand to undo the buttons of your blouse. 

You shove him back lightly, and he lies down on the bed, looking up to you. He concludes that something has taken over you, it must have with the way your actions have flipped from coy to bold. He loves you so much, he wants you, but he can't do this, not while you're drunk. Then you're sitting on top of him. Your blouse is gone, and your jeans have been unzipped the whole way down, leaving nothing to desire because you haven't worn any underclothes. This in itself causes Arthur to curse, and his skin blazes with a burn that only you can create and quell. You're looking down to him, panting. Your pupils are blown, and messy waves fall around your face. You look like some goddess, something divine that he doesn't deserve, surely. His cock aches in his jeans and if something doesn't happen soon, he's going to embarrass himself greatly. 

"Sweetheart-" Arthur is cut off by his own groan as you smile, grinding yourself against his hips. His head tosses back as he thrusts his hips up against you, and you've never been more proud than now, watching him under you. You lean down to kiss his lips again, but you stop, just inches away from his face. He hesitates, breathing hotly as you stare at his lips, then up to his eyes.

"T-take me, Arthur." You whisper, kissing his lips while intertwining your tongues before pulling away again. A clarity pokes through the fog of alcohol as you look into his eyes again. 

"I want you to draw it out. I want you all night, over and over, and over again." You whimper, leaning down to kiss his neck. Arthur can't tell if he's ascended to the heavens or if this is real. He's not sure where his sweet, shy girl has gone, or how she's been replaced by this wanton dominatrix, but he isn't complaining. You kiss up to his earlobe, grinding yourself against him again, moaning in his ear at the slight friction. Then, lips pressed against his ear, you whisper. 

"You know that moment? That moment when you're so close that even the smallest touch will send you over the edge?" 

Arthur nods lightly, losing his composure while his hands grip your hips tightly. 

"That's the best part." 

Arthur's eyes slip closed and he groans. You're so foul-mouthed while drunk, and it's delirious, something he never knew could be so damn attractive. 

"Take me there. Take me there, Arthur and torture me." You beg, just a breath in his ear. 

"Christ alive, sweetheart." Arthur groans, never having seen you so… unhinged. Drunkenness has loosened your lips, and your limbs, and it's then that he remembers his promise to himself. 

You're drunk, and he's not. Having you like this right now would be taking advantage of you. He wants to give you everything you could ever ask for and then some, but only when you're sober. His length throbs against his jeans, and as much as he wants to have you right now, he can't. He could never forgive himself if you woke up upset with him. With a sigh, and a bittersweet smile, Arthur looks up to your lust driven eyes. 

"I can't." Arthur states apologetically, peeling your warm, beautiful body from his. You pull back from him with a shocked expression, and your eyebrows string together forming a tight little crease that he wishes to wipe away from your worried face. His features soften sadly at your expression, and his thumb rubs against your cheek.

"What?" You ask, confused, and a little embarrassed. You hadn't expected him to reject you. Although you'd never ask him to partake if he doesn't want to, you're still a little hurt that he's pushing you away. Suddenly some of the anxiety seeps through into your drunken state, and you wonder if it's your body, or your alcohol ridden lips that have caused him to push you away. You blush, embarrassed, but Arthur only takes your hand in his own, encasing it.

"I'm sorry darlin, I can't. You can't hardly stand up right now, let alone make decisions like this one. N' we're still new to this. I don't want you wakin' up tomorrow, sober, and regrettin this." He whispers, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. Despite all that he's just said, your foggy brain fixates on three little insignificant words. 

"Y-you dont… You don't want me?" You sigh, hurt and tired and seeing double. Arthur can only chuckle on account of how wrong you are. But whatever altered state of mind you're in that could convince you that he somehow doesn't want you is exactly why he can't go through with this. 

"Oh I want you, alright. But you ain't in the state of mind to be acceptin' that invitation right now." Arthur explains, and you feel a weight slip off your shoulders. 

"Oh." You nod, disappointed, and aching for his touch. But nonetheless, you trust his judgment, even if you don't understand it right now. Sighing, you lay down flat on him, chest to chest. He wraps his arms around you, pressing kisses up to your forehead. It's then that you realize how tired you are, and the way the room seems to spin a little. A question raises itself in your lips, and you prop your chin on his chest to look down at him. 

"But you do want me right?" You ask, just checking. You're not exactly sure what you've just talked about, or what happened. And you're already falling asleep as Arthur answers.

"Yes, darlin." Arthur chuckles, sliding you off of him so that he can lay with you properly. You fall in line with him, back pressed against his chest as he spoons you. 

"Hey, Arthur?" You mumble, eyes closed as you breathe slower and slower, relaxing into his arms. 

"Sweetheart, go to sleep."  Arthur mumbles, one arm snaking around your waist whilst the other lies under your head. 

"Okay but just one thing." You implore, turning around in his arms so that you can nuzzle into his toasty warm chest. Arthur huffs, amused, and so in love that it aches in his bones.

"Go on." 

"Can we try again?" You ask, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck. 

"Yes, we can try again if you want, but first you gotta go to sleep." Arthur chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You're satisfied enough with that, and you nuzzle into him again with a drunken smile on your lips. 

— — — — 

Two nights later, your hangover is gone. You'd spent the previous day aching, throwing up and sleeping for the most part. Arthur had stayed with you all day, taking care of you. You were grateful, but a little frustrated that he wouldn't let you do anything. Tonight is better, and you lie in bed, unable to sleep. Arthur has been snoring behind you for some time now, but you can't stop thinking about the party. Mostly because you don't remember it. You'd woken up in Arthur's bed, shirtless with your pants completely unzipped, hungover. But you have no recollection, besides what Arthur told you. He had assured you that nothing happened, not that you would have minded. You're just wondering if you made a fool out of yourself, or embarrassed yourself in some way. You sigh, sitting up in bed.

 You can't help but look down at Arthur and his unworried, sleeping expression. With a warm, loving smile, you lean down and press a little kiss to his cheek. Arthur startles, eyes blinking open quickly as he looks up at you. He's shocked for a moment, then worried as he quickly leans up on his elbows.

"Darlin? What's wrong? Why're you up?" He asks, sitting up fully. You feel awful, never meaning to have woken him up. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." You mumble as he pulls you towards his chest, enveloping you into his arms. 

"S'okay, what's goin' on?" 

Arthur's arms are so warm, so big, you could be swallowed up by them entirely and remain content. 

"I just can't believe how much I drank the other night." You sigh, shaking your head in horror. Arthur nods, chuckling lightly as you pull away from him. He takes both of your hands in his own and holds them in his lap. 

"Yeah me neither." Arthur swallows thickly, looking up to you with a question. "You uh- you remember anything you said to me that night?" Arthur asks, and your skin goes pale. 

"No. Oh no, what did I say?" You ask, afraid you'd hurt his feelings or said something you shouldn't have. You wince, dipping your head as you await his response. Arthur pulls your chin up with his finger, coaxing you to meet his eyes as you shiver. 

"Practically jumped me, darlin. Put on quite a show, then you asked me to 'take you, all night long' and the kicker, you asked me to edge you. In fact, you said it was the best part. Asked me to 'take you there n' torture you', if I remember correctly." Arthur says nonchalantly, and you recoil. You're horrified by what you've said, and though it's all true, you can't believe you spoke it so plainly, so early into your relationship. 

"Oh, that's embarrassing, Arthur I'm so sorry." You wince, head falling into your hands. 

Instead of judging you, or mocking you, Arthur lightly pulls you towards him. His lips find the crook of your neck, and he starts kissing there, slow and patient and hot. Your breathing quickens, and you crane your neck to give him better access. Your heart races, you still can't believe he's here, he's yours. He lightly pulls some of your skin between his teeth, and it hurts in the best way as you yelp.  He runs his tongue over the spot to soothe it.

Then, one of his hands snakes up your shirt, and he teases your breasts as you moan. His lips move right against your ear as he whispers. 

"Is it..? The best part?" Arthur asks right against your ear. You blush, not wanting to respond from the embarrassment. He pulls away, cocking his head at your silence.

"Darlin, don't get shy on me now." Arthur chuckles, watching with an intensity as you bite your lip, smirking at him. 

"Yes, it’s the best part. For me anyway, I know it's different for everyone.” You whisper, and then squeak as Arthur quickly pushes you down against the bed, towering over you. Arthurs fingers trail up your hips, you're not wearing anything under your chemise and he growls. He pulls the chemise over your arms and tosses it down on the floor, smirking at the little gasps that leave you. Towering above you, Arthur takes a moment to drink you in. He’s seen you like this before, but only on a few occasions.

“Y’know,” Arthur says, stopping to press a kiss to your breast, “I did make you a promise.” Arthur whispers on your skin. Your hands tangle into his hair as you arch your back, searching for more of his lips against you. 

“And what’s that promise?” You exhale, wrapping your legs around him. Arthur moves downwards, and your breath hitches in your throat.  

“Promised you we’d try it.” He says, and your pupils dilate. Your legs loosen some, faltering around him as you sit up on your elbows. Arthur stands up from the bed, smirking down at you while pulling his clothes off quickly. 

“Ain’t gonna be too comfortable with these on.” He explains gruffly, before crawling back on the bed and leaning over you. A piece of his hair falls down, dangling over your face that you brush behind his ear to better see him. 

“Just remember, you asked for this. Beg all you want darlin, I’m takin’ my time.” He growls, and you shudder underneath him. He rests between your knees, spreading them while latching on to your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

Arthur wasn’t exaggerating. He starts painfully slow, kissing your hip and thumbing your thigh. He presses love bites on the inside of your thighs, and you whimper, bucking your hips upwards to try and get him where you need him. 

“Patience.” Arthur growls, the soft flesh of your thigh in between his lips. After a few moments more, you’re squirming, sweating and whining for his touch between your legs. One of his hands reaches up to flick at your nipple slowly, and your back arches. 

“Arthur, please, please touch me already.” You whine, hips fidgeting as he runs his finger featherlight over your lower lips. He has to stop and gather his control from the way you whine his name, fidgeting and arching underneath him. But after a deep breath he gives you what you want.

Arthur leans in to you, and you feel his nose brush against your heat as he just lightly brushes his tongue over your already sensitive clit. You gasp, clenching your muscles as he releases. 

“Oh, Arthur come on, please.” You whimper, and he smirks with satisfaction. His fingers run down your opening, and he stops, groaning when he feels how wet you are. His cock is pressing hard into his mattress, but he ignores it, focusing on you. A finger teases your entrance, and then ever so slowly sinks in to you. He doesn’t move it, watching as you buck your hips to get something. 

“Like I said, you asked for this.” Arthur says, curling his finger just a tiny bit before slipping it out. 

“Fu- I know!” You sort of yell, pulling an amused chuckle out of Arthur. You’re somewhere in between mad and pleased with yourself for suggesting this, but Arthur has no plans on rushing that decision. 

“Yeah, you like this. Don't Cha' sweetheart?” Arthur observes, watching as your hands grip at the sheets when he slips two fingers back in, curling them slowly. 

“God- please go faster Arthur.” 

“Nuh uh, not gonna happen, darlin.” Arthur states before lightly flicking your clit with his tongue, stopping as soon as you start to moan. You cry out, frustrated, gripping his hair, and the sheets and anything as your abdomen clenches and you try to find friction against something. And then in a heartbeat, his lips are on your clit, suctioning and flicking and it’s heavenly. Your back lifts from the mattress as you moan, covering your mouth to keep the Van der Linde’s from hearing you. 

“Oh, like that, Oh my god Arthur-” You moan, bucking your hips against his face as he curls his fingers in you, hitting all of your sweet spots at the same time. No ones ever touched you like this, and he’s turned you into a whimpering, moaning mess. This is just as addicting for him as it is for you, and when he feels your hips start to buck and the clenching of your walls around his fingers, he knows you’re close. It's risky to keep pushing you, but he goes just a few seconds longer, drawing out your ecstasy. You’re stepping over the edge of a cliff, just ready to fall, and then Arthur pulls you back, slipping his fingers out of you and releasing your clit.

“No no no no no, Arthur, no please.” You whimper and cry, feeling so empty from the lack of him. 

“Darlin, I’m sorry. You asked for this.” Arthur mumbles, feeling bad for torturing you like this, but he knows the release will be worth it. He doesn't leave you feeling empty for long, and soon his thumb is rubbing tight, slow circles over your clit. With his mouth unoccupied, he keeps his thumb on your clit, leaning over you. 

“That feel good, darlin?” Arthur asks, watching the way your face slips into pure ecstasy when his fingers stop and continue to touch you. He chuckles lightly, deep in his chest, “Yeah it does, look atcha.” 

Your nails dig into his forearm, feeling the flexing of his muscles as he works at your clit, touching you just right. He leans down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and nipping it, flicking his tongue over the hard peak. You gasp, breaths loud and quick as you feel yourself closing in on an orgasm. You’re in that spot, when it's just about to hit and the heavenly way your body shudders and moans signals so to Arthur. 

“Right here, this what you like darlin? Feelin’ like this?” Arthur asks, watching as you nod, face drawn up as you gasp. Arthur presses a chaste kiss to your chest, stilling the rhythm of his fingers. You cry out in frustration. You were so close, and in the absence of his fingers a few tears drip down your face as you cry out.

“I can’t- I can’t take much more Arthur, please, please!” You whimper, shuddering underneath him, so fragile that a simple brush of skin could push you over the edge that he just will not grant you. Your core aches for release, your mind clouded with the fog of so much pressure that it blurs your vision. He’s going to make you pass out.

He parts your legs again, but this time settles his hips between them. Gasping and panting, you dig your heels into him, needing him in you so desperately that you can scream. Slowly, he pushes himself in just past the tip, groaning at how drenched you are. He’s had plenty of time to wind you up, and a mess of slick is on your thighs, him and the bed, it's a mess.

“Shit sweetheart.” Arthur huffs, leaning down on his elbows to kiss your forehead. Your arms wrap around to his back, and you pull him down to you, leaving red marks on his shoulders. 

“Move, Arthur, I need you to move.” 

And oh, he does. 

Arthur groans, sliding in fully. He takes a breath before slowly pulling the rest of the way out. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you so slow and hard that every thrust hits your cervix and you gasp from the pleasure of it all. You grip onto him, digging your nails into his back as you lift your hips to meet his. You’re so close, teetering, but you try to keep your reactions muted so he doesn’t stop. Arthur’s eyes are on you, watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust, and the way your face is drawn up as you bite your lip so hard it starts to bleed. He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re keeping from him. 

“That’s my good girl, takin’ me so good. So beautiful.” Arthur murmur, hands planted on either side of your head. He picks up his pace, just a bit, thrusting into you fast enough that you barely have enough time to recover from him hitting your sweet spot before he's coming back into you again. 

“Oh, Arthur!” You moan, unable to hold it back anymore. 

“That's it sweetheart, let it go, you can have it.” Arthur growls, feeling a tightening in his abdomen.

“Oh, Fuck, Arthur, Oh please don’t stop-” You pant, and Arthur smiles at your foul mouth, something only liquor can pull out of you, and his touch apparently.

His hand reaches down in between your bodies, raking over your clit just enough for it to send you over the edge finally. A strew of gasps, moans and curses fall from your swollen lips as your abdomen clenches, your walls constricting around Arthur with every thrust of his. It's unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you actually scream. Your usual waves of pleasure have been replaced by a tsunami, and all you can do is gasp and pull Arthur closer to you. Arthur is barely hanging on at this point, fighting with everything he has to let you finish before he does. But you look so damn beautiful, grabbing him everywhere and yelling his name out in between strangled moans. Your toes curl, and your thighs clench around his waist so tightly that he struggles to keep pace. 

“Easy, that's my girl, you’re alright.” Arthur coos, still pounding into you as you start to come down. You can already feel the ache in your hips as they slow from bucking against Arthur hastily. You whimper, returning from your heightened state just as Arthur groans deeply a few times. His hands clench tightly around the pillows by your head as he slips out of you just in time. Panting for the breath that you’ve been holding, you reach up to run your fingers through his stubble, watching the way his face draws up and he gasps and groans, spilling his seed over your stomach. Exhausted, he rests his forehead against your own. 

“Holy shit, Arthur.” You breathe out, chuckling lightly at how quickly the whole situation played out. There's a residual ache in your thighs, hips and stomach, and a few bruises on your hips from Arthur’s hands. 

“You were right.” Arthur mumbles, arms shaking from holding himself up above you. He kisses your hair before he stands up, grabbing a rag from his bedside table. Slowly, he walks back to the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. He wipes you up carefully, cleaning up his mess completely. Then he quickly changes the sheets, tossing the old ones in a pile that you’ll clean tomorrow, god forbid they go to one of the other girls. Once everything is settled, Arthur climbs into bed first, leaving room for you. With a small, tired smile, you lay your head on his chest, intertwining your legs together. 

“Reckon I should get you drunk more often if you’re gonna keep havin’ ideas like this one.” Arthur huffs, running his fingers up and down your spine. 

“It seems so.” You mumble, smiling.  Your hand runs through his chest hair, and you’re so glad to just be with him that part of you wishes you never had to sleep. But alas, your tired, sore body wins over quicker than you would have liked, and your sleepy eyes slip shut. Arthur doesn’t last much longer than you, and shortly the two of you are cuddled up together, equally parts comfortable and satisfied.

This man is so deranged it makes me want to start a family with him

okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders

okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders

( ig ) ( tt ) ( twt )

Miguel o’hara sketch fo today ’ .🔎🖇️

When you've read nearly all the hobie fanfics and now In need of desperate new content

(fr guys I need more hobie fanfics)

Party foul.

SUMMARY - skipping practice and getting caught partying.

3.2k words. Jackie Taylor x Fem! Reader.

TW - alcohol, some jerk tries to take advantage of the reader.

Normally you would walk to practice with Taissa after class, but today you managed to slip out earlier. After finishing your lab you politely asked your teacher to go to the library, but you already gathered all your stuff and headed toward the door before she could even respond. As a teacher’s pet your teacher lets you go knowing your intentions were probably for good. Little did she know that you were going to ditch class and help your friends set up for a party later. Walking with purpose, you meet your friends in the parking lot before any of the yellowjackets could have noticed that you were gone.

As the bell rings, Taissa packs up her stuff and looks over toward your desk to notice that you were missing. It wasn’t out of the norm for you to go to practice early once you finished your work, but usually, you would have given her a heads-up. She contemplates whether or not she did something wrong that caused you to leave in such a hurry, but nonetheless, she walked towards the locker room expecting you to be there.

Usually on Fridays, the yellowjackets would have a game, but this week was their bi-week. However, with the absence of a game in the schedule, the captain decided that they should put in extra work and add an extra practice.

Once Tai was in the locker room she glanced around looking for you, but to her findings, you were not there. “Hey has anyone seen y/n?” she questioned before no one was able to confirm the whereabouts of your presence. “I'm sure she’ll be here, she never misses a practice. Maybe she went to turn in work before practice started? I mean technically she has till we start stretching on the field until she’s officially late.” Van acknowledges in attempts to make sense of your sudden disappearance. “Yeah, you're right… She was just acting a little weird today.” Tai admits before beginning to get ready to head out to the field. “I'm sure the Lord will lead her to practice safely! We should not have to worry for her.” Laura optimistically states before she goes out to the field. “Hopefully she gets here before Jackie starts terrorizing us for letting her get away with this,” Natalie said bluntly as she also headed out for practice. The rest of the girls hummed in response not particularly defending you as they finished getting ready and headed out to the field.

While they were about to start practice your friends voted that you should be the one to go on beer runs due to your charm, but you knew that they were just afraid to do it. You agreed with hesitation as your friends chipped in a bunch of money. Counting up the cash they drove to the liquor store that has a reputation for letting teens slide. Sighing nervously, you exited the car as you entered the store and smiled slightly at the man before heading towards shelves that had brands you were familiar with. Building up the courage to ask the man for help collecting some drinks, you looked towards him before asking timidly “Can I have a little help over here? I think I'm biting off more than I can chew and buying more than I will be able to carry…:”. The owner was quick to jump to help as he brought over two boxes to put the drinks in while grinning at you widely already suspecting what you were doing. “So what do you need all of this alcohol for? Big party tonight?” he asked as he started helping to put drinks that you pulled out into the boxes. “Something like that… we are having a wedding on Sunday and being the life of the party I decided to go out of the way to make it a little more fun.” lying straight through your teeth as you smiled at him. “Oh yeah? Who’s getting married? I know almost everyone in this town,” he challenged unconvinced by your previous statement. “Oh it's a distant cousin. My mom owns the local wedding venue by the lake so she offered the place completely free of charge.” quickly made up a response as you finished putting the drinks in the boxes and going to lift one in an attempt to avoid eye contact. “Well, congratulations to them!” He said chuckling as he picked up the other box and went towards the counter to ring you up. He rings up about three hundred dollars worth of alcohol before he says “Can I see your ID?”. You looked at him afraid. ’Shit’ you thought as you stumbled getting out your wallet to look through it to make it look like you were looking for an ID before he announces “I’m just kidding. You should of saw the look on your face! Will that be cash or card?” he laughs out loud as he waits for a response. ‘Very funny’ you thought sarcastically before faking a smile at him “Cash.” You hand him the wad of cash your friends gave you and once he hands back the change you were quick to pocket it. “Do you need any help carrying this to your car?” he asked genuinely but you responded quickly “Don't worry about it, I’ll just make the two trips,” you said hurriedly as you grabbed one box and brought it to the trunk of the car. One of the guys was leaning on it and he offered to quickly take the box and put it in the trunk smirking. As you went back in to get the final box the owner looks at you genuinely before saying “Have fun kid.” with a smile. Smiling back as a response you brought the second box giddily as you were surprised with what you got away with. As you hand off the box to the boy you jumped in the car ecstatic already looking forward to the night.

Back at practice, Jackie was quick to notice your absence. “Where’s y/l/n? Is she sick?” she asked a little frustrated that you did not inform her earlier of your absence. After a moment of silence, Tai jumped in “She disappeared during class… maybe she was not feeling well?” Tai offered in an attempt to save you. “Not feeling well my ass, I'm sure she would have said something,” Jackie remarked quickly as all of the girls started to stretch. Once practice was over Jackie was determined to find your whereabouts and shun you for not being a team player and participating. Some reasons were thrown out there about why you might have not shown up to practice today, but none of them made sense. They moved on to start practice and time seemed to fly by as the sun was already down. They were over before they knew it and back in the locker room. As they all were finishing up for the day Lottie received a text before she summarized it out loud “...seems like there's a party at y/n’s friend's house and it looks like she’s already there.” Lottie smirks as the other girls crowd around her. Her phone had a picture of you and your friend, Jake, who draped his arms around you seemingly already drunk out of your minds. “You got to be kidding me…” Jackie scoffs as a tinge of jealousy is evident on her face. ” Who knew she had the balls in her!” Van announces loudly laughing before continuing “...I think I know where we should go tonight!” Van suggests an attempt to start a little drama.”I swear, y/l/n will never be able to step on the field again after this.” Jackie said frustrated as she walked out of the locker room to hurry home. The girls left in the locker room looked around a little astonished by their captain’s urgency but were overcome with excitement as they planned to go to the party.

Once Jackie finished picking out an outfit with Shauna they waited for Jeff to take them to the party. “I can’t believe she would do this to us. We are so close to making it to the championships and she’s being completely reckless. Then she had that guy hanging off her as if she has no care about her reputation. It makes the team look bad!” she rambles on to her best friend complaining about your actions, but she was full of jealousy. “Jackie, the girl skips once and it’s almost the end of the world. Let us be realistic now.” Shauna says sarcastically over Jackie's complaints “Why do you care anyways? It’s like your obsessed with her.” she chuckles lightly as she turns to Jackie looking at herself in the mirror. “I’m not obsessed! I just care about the team! I mean she’s out throwing a rager in little to no clothes and expects the school to take us seriously?” Jackie sighs as she clearly could not hide her jealousness. “I think it might be much deeper than that… I’m sure once you find her you guys can have a conversation about our reputation and your obsession…” Shauna jokes knowingly before dodging a pillow Jackie threw at her. “Oh shut up! She won’t even make it out alive!” Jackie plays along before being interrupted by Jeff honking his horn. “We better get going before she won't even be able to remember your attack.” Shauna snickers as they head out to go to the party.

You wandered around the party completely lost as your friends ditched you half an hour ago to play a game of beer pong. Holding a cup with your name smeared on it and wearing a pair of glasses that were not yours it was not difficult to tell your a few drinks away before making decisions you will regret later. Stumbling towards the kitchen you ran into a couple of football players and their girlfriends. You grin up at them before attempting to get to the counter to fill up another drink as you take off the glasses, but before you could make it a tall guy steps into your view. “Hey gorgeous!” he said smugly before continuing “...if you're looking to fill your cup you're out of luck.” This was the worse thing you heard all night as you looked around the kitchen and only saw empty bottles “Noooooo!” you slurred completely devastated. “Hey calm down! Im sure there might be some more downstairs in the bar room…” he said chuckling as you were completely unaware of his intentions. The idea of another drink excited you before exclaiming “Really? Where?”. He smirks down at you before taking you down the hall and opening the stairs to the basement. Before anything happens the yellowjackets arrived at the perfect time as Lottie grabs onto your arm pulling you away from the guy. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with her?” Lottie yelled as Jackie followed after her shortly after noticing the situation. Jackie did not hesitate to grab your waist before pulling you to her side as she looked menacingly at the guy “Who do you even think you are, asshole? No wonder you’re single you can't even get a girl when she’s sober, so you try to take advantage of them! Get the hell out of here!” She screamed out at the boy. He mumbles a ‘screw you’ under his breath before he backs down from fighting the girl's soccer captain.

She looked down at you as her heart broke at the idea of your friends leaving you alone at the party in such a vulnerable state. Noticing tears were threatening to spill from your eyes she looked up at Lottie before saying “Can you make sure to tell off her friends? I Can’t even stand the idea of those losers right now.” She huffed out. Lottie nodded understandingly as she left off to complete her mission.

Jackie began to lead you outside to allow you to get a breath of fresh air. She lead you to where all the cars were parked, but she still held you close by her side embracing your warmth. Begrudgingly pulling away from you, she gently holds your shoulders to look into your eyes in an attempt to read the thoughts in your mind. “I don’t think you understand half of how worried and frustrated I am right now,” she said clearly before going to cup your face to wipe off your tears. As she held onto your face you looked down at her lips before back at her eyes. The liquor started talking to you as you leaned in quickly and kissed her softly. Jackie was stunned by the sudden outburst but did nothing to stop you. “y/n..” she whispered after pulling away to read the emotions on your face. In attempts to sober up quickly, you looked at Jackie to find a response before admitting “You don’t know how long I was waiting for that.” but you consciously facepalmed yourself. “Oh, god no, sorry Jackie… I didn’t mean it like that… but also I did…” you said slurring and stumbling over your words as Jackie smiled down at you a little amused at your performance. “What I meant to say is thank you, for saving me, and I’m sorry for skipping,” you said still clearly tipsy but Jackie acknowledges your statements. “We’ll talk about it later when you're in a clear headspace and sober.” She said smirking.

You continued your drunken rambles saying “...but I meant the kiss, Jacks… I mean come on! Have you met yourself!” laughing as Jackie starts to walk in the direction of your home that wasn’t too far from the party. She smiles softly at your comment, “Let’s get you back home before you regret something later” chuckling as she wrapped an arm around you to prevent you from falling and injuring yourself as the two walked. “Trust me, I haven’t yet made a decision bad enough that I will regret it! Besides, you’re my knight in shining armor!” gazing up at her with a loving look as she blushed at your comment. “Wait till the other girls find out that you have a soft spot for me! You’ll never hear the end of their teasing.” you continued as she held onto you even tighter. “Well, maybe I would take all the teasing in the world to make sure you are safe.” She admitted and now it was your turn to blush. She truly believes the saying that drunk words are sober thoughts, so she was a little happy that you ended up safe in her arms this night confessing. 

Once you got home you clumsily lead her into your backyard to sneak in your bedroom window.  You had no idea whether or not your parents were home, but it was better to be safe than sorry to avoid getting caught. Familiar with this route, you put up the ladder to give you access to your roof to climb into your room. She insisted that you would go first so she can stay behind to make sure you don’t accidentally fall and can attempt to catch you. You smiled at her thoughtfulness as you climbed up and entered through the window. Looking back she followed a few steps behind you entering your room. Observing your room she smirked at the posters on your walls and some pictures you had from your childhood and others of you just hanging out with your friends and family. She was quick to go towards your desk to look through your stuff as she saw a Polaroid of you two together where she was kissing your cheek after a game. She smiled at the memory before picking it up to show you “Didn’t know you would have kept this? You could of at least framed it.” she teases as your face turned red. “Oh ummm, I thought it was a good picture and I didn’t have the heart to throw it away…” trailing off gently as you headed off to the bathroom to avoid embarrassment, but also to clean up after the night. Smiling at your reaction she put the photo down “I wish you had a copy of it. I would take it everywhere.” stating lovingly as she did not want to emphasize too much of her feelings for you in your current state. Once you finished cleaning up you exited to pick out a pair of pajamas for yourself, but also picked out a pair for Jackie. “Here” tossing her one of your sweaters and a pair of shorts with a playful smile as you grabbed your own. Jackie caught it a little surprised before stating “I was not planning to stay the night–” before you interrupted “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you walk back to the party… or for that matter to your house all alone at night. Just stay the night… I promise I won't bite…” smirking as you started to strip and change into your nightwear. She was flustered and had to pry her eyes off of you to save herself from falling even more in love with you before sighing “You’re right…” and was quick to change into your clothes. She embraced the soft floral perfume that lingered on your sweater and already started to plan how she was going to steal it.

Once you both finished your room was filled with light that shone in from your window from the moon and a light breeze. You were quick to get into your bed, but Jackie was nervous as she hesitated slightly. Holding the blanket up for her to get under she could not resist your offer. The silence was comforting but Jackie's thoughts of y/n were taking over her mind.

As you got comfortable, you take a moment to look up at her observing her conflicted facade. “Hey, are you alright?” you questioned her softly before turning in the bed to face her directly. She was suddenly nervous from your actions as a light blush tinted her cheeks, “Yeah, I'm just thinking about the night…I loved that I was able to spend this time with you even if it did not start off great earlier. You know you have to be more careful right?”. Her gaze was now focused on you and your soft features and that made you to be flustered also “I know, I’m sorry. I never really had the opportunity to thank you properly for saving me…” your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes flickered between her gaze and her lips.  Jackie got the hint and gladly reached out to cup your face with one of her hands before she guided you to her lips. The kiss was passionate and left you both breathless as you pulled away to grin at her. “I will forever be grateful for my savior” whispering teasingly as you leaned on her chest and got comfortable. She laughed lightheartedly before wrapping her arms around you as she began to trace patterns gently on your back “Get some sleep, you’re going to have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, sweetheart.” teasing back before gently playing with your hair with her other hand. Humming at her response you smiled in the crook of her neck as you fell asleep. Before Jackie knew it you were out like a light. Smiling softly she kissed the top of your head as she let herself fall asleep knowing her dream woman was safe in her arms.

(definitely will never proofread. fyi.)

Lottienat comforting reader who’s on her period headcannons?

I'm doing this the same as last time with Tai and Van, where I headcanon them separately, but you can still read it as a poly relationship if you'd like!

Also, thank you for 600 followers! I just happened to notice that today 💕

Lottie and Natalie Comforting you when you've got killer period cramps

tw: Vomiting and mildly nsfw (no description, but sex is stated)

Lottie

✰ Lottie is extremely attentive when you're on your period. She'd be the type to bring you herbal teas that are meant to help with cramping and pain as well as foods that are going to be gentle on your stomach if you have trouble with food when you're menstruating

✰ She's found that using essential oils on the abdomen helps her and she'll offer to do that for you, which turns into a very gentle and affectionate abdominal massage

✰ she often snuggles up with you when you feel like taking a nap, holding a hot pad to you're stomach so that it doesn't get jostled or moved while you're asleep. its also an excuse to hold your stomach, which she absolutely loves

✰ she'll help you in the bathroom with whatever you need, whether it's for someone to hold back your hair and rub you back or you need help getting a warm bath set up with nice smelling oils that help your skin and bubbles. She'll sit with you and wash your hair, using her hand to cover your face from soapy water

✰ She will 100% go down on you if that's something you want and it'll relieve any pain. She takes her time getting the bed prepped with towels and she'll light your favorite candle and just tenderly take care of you for as long as you need

Natalie

✰ Natalie isn't the best at comfort. she's rather awkward in emotional situations already, so an added layer of needing to be there for another person can be challenging, especially when emotions and hormones are both running high, but she does her best!

✰ She's definitely the type to go out and get you whatever you want though at the drop of a hat. Do you want chocolate ice cream? no problem! She'll go out to the store and grab some right away. You decide you also want dinner from two different places while she's out? She's got you. all you need to do is call

✰ Once she's back she'll spend the rest of the night lounging with you on the couch, eating junk food and watching something she can make fun of like a scary movie or a documentary. Anything that will take your mind off of how you're feeling

#pit girl identity confirmed #the only way mari would let misty get near the food #is if mari IS the food

why is no one talking about the “I smell butterscotch 🤨😟 i wanted ashwagandha 🙄” and “it’s heliotrope. 😐 it’s NOT purple.” lottie matthews

💚Lottie Matthews SFW Alphabet💚

💚Read the NSFW Alphabet here!💚

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: Nope! All safe/fluff, mention of alcohol though

Word Count: 2,278

A/N: Hello Loves! Back again with more for Lottie! This time it's her SFW alphabter! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

Lottie Matthews Tag List: @elliesjoints

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lottie does what I call quiet affection. She’s not into extravagance or making a huge display out of things and she never has. She prefers keeping your love private, but don’t mistake that for her keeping you secret! On the contrary, she’s very upfront about her marital status with others, it's just not all out and in your face. Her love languages are acts of service and touch for sure. She’s always got a hand on you in some way when she can help it and its very common to come home to her having done or actively doing a chore for you that she knows youve been dreading

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As an adult, she doesn't seem like the best friend type. But as a teenager, she was the classic outgoing girl's best friend. She loved doing each other's nails, watching corny movies late at night with popcorn, and having sleepovers. She loves those moments of girlhood but craves them still as an adult. If she did make an adult best friend, in some way I think she’d try and reclaim and relive that feeling, as childish as it might make her feel

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Lottie is a huge cuddler. She loves being tangled up in you, face to face so she can press you into her chest and she can rest her chin on top of your head. She loves snuggling up under blankets with you to watch tv or a movie ans sneakily sliding her hand up your top 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lottie adores domestic life. She loves mundane tasks like cooking and cleaning, especially when she can do those tasks for you. She enjoys the praise she gets and the relaxation she can feel in your body from having done a task for you. She doesn’t like living alone, so moving in together would be suggested and welcomed quite early. She loves sharing her space with you. She’s the type to want to go the whole ten miles. Living together, getting married, and having kids. She wants to give her kids some of the childhood wonder she worries she missed out on

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think she’d be shattered. I genuinely don’t know how she’d do it because I see her as someone as an adult who’s so careful with dating, that she’s only getting into a serious relationship when she feels she’s found the one. If she felt like she had to leave, it would likely be because she worried she was weighing you down. There would be a lot of tears and drama and she’d feel awful, but she firmly believes in the phrase “If you love something, let it go”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This lady wants to put a ring on your finger so badly! I think she dreamed of a rustic farmhouse wedding as a teenager with all her closest friends and family, and now she envisions that with you both in white, out by her little part of the lake. I could see it taking some time though. She wouldn't want to rush into things and scare you off. She seems like the type to wait till you show obvious interest in big-life changing decisions that she can’t misconstrue, like getting married or having kids

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lottie is just the most tender girl. She’s so fragile with every touch like she’s afraid of breaking whatever’s in her hands, you included. Sometimes her touch is so soft it feels like she’s only hovering over your skin. You have to remind her that you aren't going to fade away or disappear and she can hold onto you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are warm and enveloping like she’s wrapping you up in a blanket or a bubble made just for the two of you. She gets especially huggy when she’s tired or drunk

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She tries to wait till you say it first but slips up and ends up saying it first. She says it very casually ans naturally too, likely after laughing at some corny joke you make without thinking about it. It takes her a moment to realize she even said it at all, but before she can worry and possibly take it back you assure her you love her too 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I mentioned it in a headcanon request but Lottie is a self-pity type of jealous. She feels very secure in her relationship with you, but if before you established it and she sees someone flirting with you or she’s got something impairing her cognitive thinking skills (best example, she's drunk) she becomes a mopy baby, keeping you away not because she’s mad at you but she’s pitying herself 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Like everything Lottie does, there's a warm tenderness behind every one of her kisses. She loves kissing your hands and fingers, or holding onto your hips tight as she kisses your lips, smiling at the taste of you. She loves kissing your nose and the corners of your smile, as well as your thighs, collarbones, and neck. Any exposed skin she can get her hands on she’ll kiss you there, no questions asked

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids! She loves just listening to them talk about the magical worlds that they come up with. I think had she not had all the trauma from the crash, in another life she became an elementary school teacher, maybe teaching between 4th and 6th graders

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lottie is often up first because she’s got things to do, but she always leaves the coffee maker on for you and oftentimes gets some chores done around the house before you get up and she has to start getting to work. On weekends she likes to gently wake you up and bribe you with making breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves listening to music while cooking dinner, often distracting you to dance and nearly burning whatever you might be cooking because she's just too infatuated with you and your laugh. She also enjoys late-night reading in bed with her glasses on while you cuddle up beside her. Her free hand often trails over your stomach and your side so that she can feel your breathing even out as you fall asleep beside her

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Lottie wouldn’t tell you a lot about the wilderness, at least not in detail. But I think she’d reveal details about her life pre-crash very freely. But her teen years during and post-crash are somewhat of a blur. Once a heavy level of trust is established between the two of you, I think she’d be a lot more open to talking about it, but only when you’re alone ans something reminds her of something that happened out there. She wants you to know what triggers her, what she did out there because she wants to be herself with you and be accepted and taken in full as she is, but that’s extremely hard out of her fear of rejection. It would take quite some time and trial and error, but overall, she feels like one of not the more open out of the yellowjackets when it comes to their time in the wilderness

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s extremely patient, especially with you. They’re a very strong line of communication between the two of you, so it’s very hard to upset one another. However, if she’s already stressed, small things that other people do can tend to set her off. It’s pretty easy to catch these triggers, but settling her down again when she’s upset can be a challenge. She always feels bad after getting upset with someone but you assure her it’s alright end encourage her to apologize and communicate what she may have been feeling

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Lottie’s mind is a steal trap. She remembers absolutely everything without even trying, but she doesn’t brag about it. She hopes that you don’t notice it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She often fondly thinks about watching you in her garden, admiring all her different plants as the sun shone down on you from above, illuminating the color in your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. At that moment, she realized just how beautiful she truly found you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective, but not in the way that she’ll get physically violent or aggressive with someone who’d bother you. She’s more concerned with getting you out of a bad situation than interfering with the perpetrator if that makes sense. She’d rather take you away and make sure you're alright because of your her priority. Not some asshole who felt the need to bother you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Lottie seems like a huge tryhard to me, so she’s gonna try in everything romantically because she wants you both to be satisfied to your fullest in every aspect of her relationship, so if there's something you want, she’ll attempt to achieve it to the best of her capability. But she prefers the small things, like taking her time doing a task for you, or when you try cooking something new for you both or coming home to a new bouquet that you picked from the garden that afternoon

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s got a nasty habit of overworking herself, especially into the night. She often wakes up in the night when she’s overwhelmed or stressed and you need to pull her from her computer or the kitchen and back to bed before she wears herself out

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s more concerned than you might think. Of course, she’s one to embrace the unique beauty that comes with age, however, sometimes when she notices a few more grey hairs than she expected or new wrinkles forming on her face it can get to her and she can grow concerned. You always tell her that she's always beautiful, even more so with age and she finds comfort in that

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She hates to admit it, but she can be quite clingy. She doesn't like being apart for long and is at her most content when you’re within arms reach of her. Of course, she understands a need for time apart or if you want time for yourself, and that's something she’s willing to work on, but she adores you and at the very least wants to know how your day has been. She always calls if you're apart for a day to check in with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I mentioned it before but she’s a big reader. She loves getting her information from books and it's quite common to find her curled up under a blanket in her free time, book in hand with a cup of tea sat beside her, her reading glasses sliding down her nose. But she’s the kind of reader that highlights and annotates her books, regardless of what they’re about. She just likes being able to flip to where she was and read sections to you without having to go on a wild goose chase to find them

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She’s one of those people with the cilantro gene and she hates it, insisting that it tastes like soap. She’s not usually picky with food, but if she tastes cilantro it’s an absolute no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Lottie twitches in her sleep and she sleep mumbles. She’s very clingy and always has a hand on you when she’s asleep, but she’s an active dreamer and will murmur things under her breath when she’s out cold. Often, when she’s not having nightmares she’ll say all kinds of sweet things. It's very sweet when she takes naps on the couch with you, her head in your lap while you read. She'll hum and smile to herself when you run her fingers through her hair and she’ll nuzzle into your leg. You know shes dreaming about you then

and??? she looked good doing it!

Sophie Thatcher as NAT SCATORCCIO   Yellowjackets ◆ 2x02 “Edible Complex”

🏹﹒♱ ┊ hunting lessons. hunter nat scatorccio

🎧 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 fade into you by mazzy star

synopsis. nat teaches u how to hunt.

cw. friends to lovers trope (?), shooting an animal.

wc. 2.8k

n/a. just finished binge-watching yellowjackets and fell in love with nat (and shauna and pre-crash lottie), i almost combusted and threw up when i saw the lack of fics 😖 had to do something abt it so here y'all go 🙌🏻

It was already afternoon, and you had devoted most of the entire morning to chopping pieces of wood. The stack of wood grew steadily higher, as you meticulously arranged each piece, ensuring there was enough to sustain a warm fire for at least three days. It was a laborious process, but one you found solace in, the repetitive motion calming your thoughts.

The crisp winter air filled your lungs as you swung the axe, each powerful stroke splitting the logs with a satisfying thud. Your breath formed small clouds of vapour, mingling with the falling snowflakes. As you continued your diligent work, wood cracking echoed through the quiet surroundings, accompanied by the occasional chirping of distant birds.

With the woodpile complete, you wearily cleaned your tools, removing any lingering wood chips, and carefully stowed them away in their designated place. As you finished, a gentle voice called out from behind you.

"Are you finished?" Tai asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Turning towards her with a tired smile, you nodded and replied, "Yes, finally done. I managed to gather enough wood to last us for a few days. I'm just going to take a quick nap upstairs, though. My body could use a rest."

Tai's eyes widened slightly, her concern evident. "You've been working so hard today," she said empathetically. "Make sure you get some good rest. I'll keep an eye on the fire and wake you up if anything happens."

You appreciated her thoughtfulness and gratitude washed over you. "Thanks, Tai," you replied, "I'll only be upstairs for a little while. Wake me up if you need anything, okay?"

She nodded and gave you an encouraging smile. "Take care. I'll see you later."

With a final wave, you made your way wearily inside, your tired footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Climbing the stairs, you reached the attic, shedding your heavy outerwear and sinking into the comfort of the bedsheets. The weariness of the day settled upon you, and as your eyes closed, you drifted into a much-needed slumber.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs stirred you from your sleep. You groggily registered the noise but dismissed it, assuming it was just the usual household activity. However, your drowsiness was quickly interrupted when you felt someone settling down beside you. Startled, you blinked your eyes open to find Nat, grinning mischievously.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to hibernate for three hours instead of twenty minutes," Nat teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes and turning to face her. "Damn it, Nat. I can't believe I overslept like that. Why didn’t you wake me up?"

She smirked, propping herself up on one elbow. "Oh, and miss the opportunity to witness your adorable sleeping face? No way. It was too good to pass up."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving her shoulder. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Guilty as charged," she replied, grinning unabashedly. "But hey, since you're finally awake, are you ready for your hunting lesson? Or do you need another three-hour nap?" She teased.

Your groggy mind took a moment to process her words, realizing that you had completely forgotten about the hunting expedition. With a tired sigh, you covered your face with the blankets, only peering out with an adorably exasperated expression.

"Nat, do we seriously have to go hunting?" you whined, your voice muffled by the cozy fabric. "I mean, can't we just... I don't know, I honestly wouldn't mind chopping wood for the rest of my life. It's a lot less daunting than tracking down wild animals, don't you think?"

"Chopping wood for eternity? Seriously? That's your alternative plan?" Nat replied, amusement lacing her voice.

"Hey, at least chopping wood sounds a little less intimidating than embarking on a hunt. And besides, check out these guns I’ve got now," you said, flexing your biceps with a hint of cockiness.

Nat chuckled and teasingly poked your side. "Oh, come on, Mr. Lumberjack. Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, hunting isn't just about killing animals; it's about survival, connecting with nature, and embracing the wild." She said with a fake inspirational tone.

"Damn, now you sound even crazier than Lottie," you jokingly remarked.

Nat widened her eyes in mock surprise, placing a hand on her chest in an exaggeratedly offended manner. "You better take that back," she playfully retorted.

"Okay, c'mon now, let's go," she urged, her tone indicating a hint of excitement. "It's gonna get dark in just a couple of hours, so we better get moving." Taking the lead, Nat reached out and gently took your hand, tugging you downstairs. Her touch was warm, and you couldn't help but feel your chest flutter a bit at the contact.

In the dimly lit room, Nat guided you towards the equipment laid out on a table. With care and efficiency, she helped you put on the necessary gear, ensuring everything was secure. As she fastened the straps and adjusted the fittings, her touch was gentle yet purposeful, a tender familiarity you couldn't help but notice.

She then retrieved a neck gaiter and gently slid it over your head, adjusting it snugly around your neck. Pulling it up slightly, she positioned it to cover your mouth and nose, shielding you from the chill in the air. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, a flicker of unspoken affection passed between you.

Nat took a step closer, her gentle touch pulling the hood of your attire snugly over your head. With utmost care, she tucked away any stray strands of hair behind your ears. The simple yet affectionate gesture didn't escape your notice, and a warmth stirred within you. However, both of you remained oblivious to the unspoken attraction that lingered in the air. Underneath the fabric concealing your face, a faint blush spread across your cheeks, as her considerate actions revealed her protective nature, further endearing her to you.

Breaking the silence that enveloped you both, Nat let out a playful remark, bringing a smile to your face. "Alright, let's get going before Lottie goes all wicca on us,” she quipped. “Last time she made Travis and I down one of her weird ass drinks and it tasted like shit," she added with a grimace, eliciting a chuckle from you.

With determination in her eyes, Nat led the way as both of you stepped outside into the pristine white landscape, the snow crunching under your boots. The biting cold nipped at your cheeks, but the excitement of the hunt kept you warm from within. Heading north, you scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of movement or animal tracks. The towering trees stood tall, their branches adorned with a delicate layer of snow, creating a picturesque scene that contrasted with the anticipation pulsating through your veins.

"Remind me again, Nat, why couldn't we just stick to shooting cans in the comfort of our ‘backyard’?" you asked, your tone filled with a mix of curiosity and mild protest.

Nat flashed you a wry grin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and wisdom. "Shooting cans is child's play, Y/n,” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. “I wanted you to experience the real deal, the hands-on thrill of hunting. You know, the kind that makes your heart race and your senses come alive,” she exaggerated her tone with fake enthusiasm. “Don’t be a pussy," she added, teasingly emphasizing her point.

"Yeah, right. Whatever you say," you huffed, eliciting a grin from Nat beneath her face-covering.

You continued walking for a couple of minutes, the snow crunching under your boots with each step. Suddenly, you felt Nat's arm gently press against your chest, bringing you to an abrupt halt. Instinctively, you turned to look at her, only to find her blue eyes locked onto something with an intense focus. You followed her gaze, directing your attention to the right, where a tree stood proudly. Underneath its branches, a small, fluffy bunny nestled peacefully in a bed of fallen leaves. Its delicate form rose and fell with the rhythm of its slumber, completely unaware of your presence.

With a cautious demeanor, Nat carefully retrieved the gun from her side and placed it in your hands. Sensing the need for stability in your aim, she commanded you to lie down on the ground, where you could rest your arms against the earth. It was a thoughtful decision on her part, recognizing that shooting while lying down would provide a steadier position, especially since your aim needed improvement. In this way, she intended to teach you to utilize the support of the ground, enabling you to better control your shots.

As you settled into the prone position, the weight of the gun pressed against your palms, and the coldness of the ground seeped through your clothing. Nat positioned herself intimately close beside you, her body snugly fitting against yours, perfectly mirroring your stance. She delicately wrapped her arms around you, providing a comforting embrace.

As you were about to adjust your face-covering to facilitate better communication, Nat's delicate touch reached out and gently tugged it down for you, revealing your faces to each other. In that moment, her gaze lingered deeply on your lips, and then her eyes met yours with an intensity that stirred a flutter in your stomach.

Whispering softly, her warm breath grazed your ear, creating a delicate shiver that traveled down your spine. The proximity of her lips to yours was tantalizing, and you could feel the gentle warmth of her breath caressing your mouth. It was as if the air crackled with an invisible magnetic force, drawing you closer together.

"Remember to load the gun," she reminded you, her voice barely audible over the winter breeze, but her words were merely a backdrop to the unspoken tension that swirled between you. Her arms encircled your body, providing not only stability but a sense of security and reassurance. In this moment, you were acutely aware of her presence, her body fitting perfectly against yours, as if you were two puzzle pieces destined to interlock.

As you prepared to take your shot, the weight of the gun became secondary to the fluttering sensation in your stomach. Nat's captivating gaze and the proximity of her touch made your heart race with intensity.

"Take a deep breath in... and exhale," Nat instructed, her voice a soothing melody cutting through the crisp air. And with each inhale and exhale, you felt your racing heart steady, the rhythm of your breath aligning with the tranquil surroundings.

As you aligned your sights, the world around you blurred, leaving only the target in your vision. In a fluid motion, you squeezed the trigger, the recoil rippling through your body. The shot echoed through the air, a testament to your growing skill.

The bullet found its mark, striking the bunny with precision. A sense of excitement and accomplishment washed over you as you witnessed the small creature stir and then lie still.

Elation bubbled up within you, and turning towards Nat, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. "Did you see that? Nailed it!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with both triumph and a playful undertone.

Nat's eyes sparkled with surprise. "To be honest I wasn't expecting much from you," she admitted, a playful smirk curling on her lips. "You've definitely surprised me."

"Ouch, no faith in my skills, huh?" you replied with a mock pout, pretending to be hurt by her lack of expectations.

She chuckled, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, you know, I've always believed in your ability to surprise me in the most unexpected ways," Nat retorted, her playful tone matching yours, as a glimmer of tension began to weave its way into the air.

In that moment, as Nat spoke, her eyes caught sight of a stray strand of hair gently drifting towards your face. Without hesitation, her fingertips delicately brushed it behind your ear, her subtle touch sending a shiver down your spine, and as your eyes met, you both felt an undeniable tension building between you. Time seemed to slow as she lingered there, her gaze shifting from your smile to your eyes, softness settling over her features.

Your heart quickened as you mirrored her actions, and the magnetic pull between you grew stronger, intensifying the tension. With each passing second, the unspoken connection sparked in the air, enveloping you both. As you leaned in, the space between you narrowed, causing the world around you to fade into the background.

But just as your lips were about to meet, a rustle in the distance broke the spell, bringing you back to reality. Startled, you instinctively pulled away, the moment shattered but not forgotten. A mixture of disappointment and curiosity filled the silence, leaving an unspoken question lingering between you: What could have been?

As the charged atmosphere slowly dissipated, and you and Nat found yourselves back in the present moment, a voice broke through the silence. "Finally, there you are! Dinner's ready, guys. We're all waiting for you," Shauna said, unknowingly interrupting the moment.

You both turned towards her, momentarily startled by her arrival. You exchanged a glance, a mixture of disappointment and gratitude for the timely interruption. Nat composed herself and returned Shauna's smile. "Thanks, Shauna," she replied, her tone masking any hint of the emotions that had filled the air just moments before. "We'll be right there."

With a nod, Shauna turned and walked away, leaving the two of you laying there, caught in a mixture of emotions. Instinctively, you both decided to mask the intensity of the moment and carried on as if nothing had happened.

You quickly regained your composure, and without missing a beat, you casually reached down to retrieve the bunny. Nat followed suit, and together, you started making your way back to the cabin for dinner.

The journey back to the cabin was quiet, each step accompanied by a lingering tension. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the surroundings into a dusky embrace. As darkness settled around you, the soft glow of the moon emerged, casting an ethereal light upon your path. Words seemed unnecessary, as the weight of the unspoken hung between you.

Just as you were about to reach the cabin, lost in your thoughts, Nat's hand unexpectedly found yours, causing you to turn towards her with surprise. Without a word, she turned you around and pressed you against the closest tree. The moon's soft glow highlighted her intense gaze, and the tension between you grew palpable.

In an instant, Nat leaned in, her lips meeting yours with an intensity that left you breathless. The forcefulness of the kiss took you by surprise, but you quickly responded, fueled by the eagerness and pent-up desire that had been building up between you.

In that moment, you let go of the bunny, allowing it to drop to the ground, as your arms instinctively wrapped around Nat's neck. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, desperate to deepen the kiss. The urgency between you was palpable, as if you both had been waiting for this release, a long-awaited culmination of unspoken feelings. Nat's hands slid down to your waist, pressing against you with a fervent desire.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Nat's playful nibble on your lower lip, and you softly parted your lips, wordlessly inviting her to explore further. With a gentle push of her tongue, she sought entrance into the intimate depths of your mouth, craving the taste of it.

After what felt like an eternity, Nat finally pulled away, her breath mingling with yours as she rested her forehead against yours. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of apology and exhilaration. Her breath came in short bursts as she tried to regain composure. "I didn't mean to pounce on you like that, It's just that our moment back there kinda messed me up, and I couldn't wait any longer,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of self-deprecating humor.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, trying to catch your breath as you looked into her eyes. "Well, that was quite the way to show it," you replied, your voice laced with a teasing tone. "But I can't say I'm complaining. I was hoping you'd make a move. Shauna interrupting us almost gave me blue balls," you joked.

Laughter erupted from both of you, the lingering tension from earlier dissipating into thin air as you shared this lighthearted moment. With that, the two of you straightened your clothes and made your way back to the cabin, joining the rest of the team for dinner.

Can I request a Lottie Matthews x cheerleader!reader, where Lottie always attempts to impress the reader during and outside of games, but readers totally oblivious until Lottie saves her at a party. The yellowjackets always tease Lottie for being head over heels for reader. Lottie gives reader a reason to see each other again by lending reader her varsity jacket. Maybe they turn into the ultimate power couple or something? Thank you so much!

OMG YESSSSSS

“(You) on my arm” by Leith Ross is fitting for this <3

But I’m a cheerleader…

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^up above^

Warnings: mentions of an anxious Lottie, reader has comphet<3

“Buzz Buzz Buzz!” Your cheer team chanted as the Yellowjackets scored their thousandth goal of the afternoon, they were definitely on their way to nationals for sure, and definitely deserved it, there she ran, Lottie Mathews, over the course of this season you and Lottie were spending quite some time together with practice, pep-rallies and the big games, she was a fabulous player and she was often caught staring at you in between breaks and half time, you payed no attention to it really, you just thought she was happy to see your sportsmanship.

Oblivious to you, she was hooked, you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on, but to you, she was nothing but a friend that occasionally shared lost looks across the football pitch. The sound of your Pom-Pom’s rustling through the air made her eyes turn each and every time, it was so distracting, but she didn’t care, not at all. “Lottie, kick the ball.” Shauna shouted across the pitch, this was the make or break, whether they win or lose, the other team were sneaking up the leaderboard but Lottie was not going to let them have this victory, she made that promise to you this morning when the bell rang for your classes, and she wasn’t going to let you down.

The adrenaline was rushing through your veins as your cheer-mate Lexi was clutching to your side with determination, these girls had to win, it would make the schools spirits lift up by a million. There she was, ready to kick the ball, number 5. “Go Lottie!” You cheered as you jumped up and down, your face painted with a smile as she kicked the ball into the net. The crowd erupted in a chant of yells of happiness and relief that their girls had won, “Go jackets!!!!” Your cheer squad lifted your poms to the sky and ran onto the pitch to celebrate with them.

Hers was the first face you searched for, and she was already running to you, you embraced her in a violently charismatic hug, dropping the blue tassels in your hands. “How does it feel to be the champion of Wishayok?” You beamed as she breathed out a laugh at your question, her forehead touched yours as her teammates touched her shoulders as a sign of their appreciation. “Feels crowded.” She laughed out and you wrapped your arms back around her, “It’ll die down soon.” You assured her, Lottie did tend to have sudden outbursts of anxiety and worry, but you were always there to reassure her, although not always, you didn’t communicate that much outside of practice and you both seemed to be on different segments of the high school clique chain.

“Party at mine tonight, how’s that sound?” Jackie shouted for the whole alumni to hear and a wave of cheers erupted once more as Jeff ran onto the pitch to embrace her in a hug and Shauna watched with distaste. “You going?” Lottie asked as you sat down on the grass beside a few of the Yellowjackets and a few of your fellow cheerleaders. Lottie fixed the ribbon in her hair before she lay down beside your seated figure, her hands stretching above her head as all the stress of the game fled from her body. You watched her as her chest began to rise and fall, she looked so peaceful. “I thought it was strictly a jocks only party, no?” You smiled but she wasn’t looking, which sort of made your heart pound with the lack of eye contact, why were you so eager for it?

Lottie’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of you skipping out on her, she squinted her eyes to you as the sun was partially blocking her view of vision, “Please go…” her voice felt softer now, she was internally screaming, she didn’t want to appear too clingy to you, after all, you were just friends, if you could even call it that, more like supporters of the same team. Your hands toyed with the end of your skirt as you sat in contemplation, she actually wanted you to go and spend time with you, maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad. “Who knows, maybe when you open the door to Jackie’s place, I might be there.” You whispered to her as you intertwined the Pom-Pom’s in your hands and stood up. Lottie gave you a small smile, which was barely existent, it was a playful tone but she felt like she was being blown off.

“My mom is here, I have to go, but… congrats on your big win.” You shook the bobbles in your hands and Lottie’s eyes broke a little at the lack of a ‘see you later’ she watched you walk off and wished for nothing more than to kiss you goodbye, to promise that she would have the guts to admit she loves you, but the words caught in her throat and you were already opening the car door, and she remained on the grass, Taissa sitting down beside her.

“What were you two flirting about?” Number 8 on the team spoke up, nudging Lottie in the shoulder jokingly. Lottie looked away with a little frown and Tai’s eyes became a lot more serious, “She isn’t going tonight it she?” Taissa asked her friend and Lottie shrugged and just got up and walked away, leaving Taissa the slightest bit regretful for even asking in the first place.

Jackie invited the yellowjackets to her place to get ready before the party, Lottie was finishing applying mascara as Vanessa and Laura Lee were busy talking about today’s game, “You seemed awfully close to the cheer captain earlier, Lot…” The red head spoke up, almost making Lottie smudge her makeup, she cleared her throat and turned around to face the pair, “Yeah? So what? She’s my friend.” Lottie put the wand back into the container and sat down on the bed beside Vanessa, Van continued to look at Lottie with her eyebrows raised and a sly smile on her face, “Friend? Hm, well, is she coming tonight?” Laura Lee crossed her arms, intrigued at the conversation the two were having and teased Lottie alongside Vanessa. “Nope.” Lottie sighed and suddenly Jackie’s doorbell rang.

Downstairs, unknown to her, you stood, with your jacket in your hands, waiting for somebody to open the door, you were a little early, as was Misty who was stood beside you, people are going to think you hitched a ride together, which wasn’t the case… Shauna opened the door to see you and smiled, “Hey, you made it.” She motioned for you to enter the house and Misty followed like duckling behind you. “Lottie is upstairs in Jackie’s room.” Shauna pointed up the staircase and you froze a little at how predictable you were to her teammates, but anyway you nodded as you narrowed your lips as if you were caught out and you practically ran up the stairs, and Misty followed Shauna into the kitchen to help prepare the snacks.

You knocked on the bedroom door and the girl you were looking for gracefully opened the door while continuing her conversation with the girls, “I told you I don’t have a thing for-” then her eyes met yours as you were revealed to Vanessa and Laura Lee and they shared a fit of laughter, “Y/N!” Lottie’s face immediately changed once you were in the picture, and a smile which was only reserved for you was etched onto her face, her eyes were bright as you waved to her and walked into the room. You looked to your friend with an unintentional adoring look. Vanessa caught it from a mile away and she had to look away or else she would cause Lottie to freak out a whole lot more than she already was.

“Told you I’d be there if you opened the door!” You laughed and her eyes lingered on your lips for way too long, Lottie wiped her hands on her skirt as she was about to freak out, you were making her so nervous, you just gazed into her eyes. You set your jacket onto Jackie’s desk chair, and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and making sure it framed your face properly. Through the mirror you noticed Vanessa usher you over to her and you turned around and walked towards her, “Anyone in particular you are going to homecoming with?” Vanessa asked innocently to trigger a conversation, but what you couldn’t see was Lottie’s face getting more and more jealous, it wasn’t intentional, it just sort of… happened.

She rested on the carpet as she gazed up at you and your body, your hand and the way it sat so perfectly, how your face was so effortlessly pretty and how it looked as though you weren’t even wearing any makeup. You breathed out a laugh at Vanessa’s question and nodded, “Some guy on the football team asked me…” you didn’t seem too impressed but you were happy that you had a date, even if you didn’t particularly like him, it covered up the instant empty feeling you got when you were around him. “Oh?” Van’s face only appeared to be shocked, she got it wrong, unless you were closeted, which you most definitely were, you sighed heavily and lay back on the bed, copying exactly what Laura Lee was doing. “Lottie, do you have a date?” Your question was innocent and Vanessa and Lottie shared a look, Vanessa’s eyes were wide as if coaxing Lottie to let go and just pour her heart out to you, but you had someone and he was most likely downstairs right now. “No, not yet.” Lottie spoke faintly and she had her hands in the air from her position on the ground and she gazed at them.

“All in good time.” You assured her and you heard music loudly blaring from downstairs, making you jump a little at the suddenness of it all. It was silent in the bedroom and Van hit her knees with her hands and jumped up, “Well, looks like the party has started.” She amped up her voice and lightly kicked Lottie’s leg to get her to liven up, then you and Laura Lee stood and exited the room, Lottie shuffling along behind the both of you.

It was pitch black outside bar the fairy lights brightening the garden, where a majority of the party guests were, with a drink in each of their hands. You were a little tipsy but not enough to be completely fumbling. You and Lottie spend half of the night laughing and clinging to one another, each time one of your favourite songs came on you were each dancing with one another and laughing as one of you nearly slipped on the tiled floor outside.

Taissa and Vanessa watched the both of you with a knowing smile, even if the pair of you were never going to admit it, you had something special and maybe you were the one in a deep sea of denial, because maybe liking girls was in the cards for you. Lottie sure as hell wanted you to feel the same. Your so called prom date was now walking towards you with anger in his face, but you were unaware of him until he turned you around to face him, Tai and Van stared at one another with a shocked look but stayed away from the scene incase it wasn’t entirely what it looked like.

Lottie stood there a little shaken as he just ruined a moment she was having with you. “Where the fuck have you been all night?” He asked you rather pissed, he’d most definitely been drinking, and your face became sour at the sight of him that way. “I’ve been with my friends, what’s the problem?” Friend zoned again, Lottie just glared daggers at the football player. “Have you just forgotten about me or something, you have a thing for girls now or what?” Your eyes went stale as you looked behind you at Lottie, and proceeded to shake your head, you had gone little at this confrontation, and like your saviour, Lottie stood in front of you with an angered expression on her face, “Get the fuck away from her. Can’t you see she was happy until you showed up?” Lottie defended you like her life depended on it and the jock just took a step back and flipped you both off before stumbling back towards the table of booze.

Your crossed your arms, a little cold from the midnight air and your eyes searched every area of Lottie. She turned around to face you and placed her hands on your arms gently, and looked into your eyes for any sign that you were upset. “Are you alright?” Her lips were parted as she breathed in an out, completely shocked that she had the balls to even do that, but she cared way too much about you to just sit back and let you take that bullshit from a boy you don’t even give a rats ass about.

You shrugged your shoulders and Lottie’s ran her hands up and down your arms to warm you up but it was no use you were practically an icicle. “He’s a dick.” You whispered and a smile graced your face, which, in turn made Lottie a little more chipper at your remark. “Here, take this…” she shook off her varsity jacket and draped it around your shoulders, you looked up at her eyes with nothing but thankfulness that she was in your life. You did the noble thing and hugged her, the smell of her perfume entered your senses and it reminded you of all the times you would make contact after the end of a game or as it lingered through the changing rooms before the end of the school day, all these memories flashed through your mind of all the little moments you and Lottie each spent with one another and your mind was shaming you, why? Why can’t you just know how you feel like a normal person? It freaked you the fuck out… but Lottie was better than perfect and you needed to do something about it.

The song changed on the speaker and a ton of people began crowding around and dancing, and or swaying to the beat, your head was spinning as you rubbed your lips together and thought of what you were about to do, it was risky but it felt so right, Lottie’s eyes were on you now and it was the perfect opportunity, and you caved, your lips met hers eagerly as your whole world finally moulded into the correct shape, all your doubts and questioning finally flew out the window, as her lips connected with yours.

You didn’t give a shit if people were looking, neither did Lottie. Her lips were soft and practically fit yours perfectly, your hands were on her waist and hers cupped your face as she caressed you, you were both connected on a deeper level than you ever thought was possible, each inch of your bodies touching as you prayed for this moment to last forever, but alas the song finished.

And as soon as your lips disconnected you felt like you knew yourself for the very first time in your life, you weren’t just a cheerleader, but you were also a girl with feelings, strong, sincere, special feelings for the very girl you cheer for every weekend and Thursdays from 3-5. Your lips were a little swollen and Lottie’s tinted lipstick was now painted onto your mouth, her eyes were wide yet blissful, she was too scared to make the first move out of the fear that you didn’t like her back, yet this whole time you were fighting yourself, you don’t need a dumb boy to make you feel complete, because that would never happen, you had a different desire, if many people didn’t get that then screw them, you knew who you loved and that was Lottie fucking Matthews.

You went home that night feeling relieved and understood, now it was Saturday and you rolled over in your bed to turn off your alarm clock which was blaring right through your ears. You slammed the off button and as soon as you did so, you heard the doorbell ring to your front door, both of your parents were at work so you had to get out of your warm bed to answer it.

You hopped down the stairs and unlocked your front door, only to see the girl of your dreams. Your hair was a mess and you were in your pyjamas and she was fully dressed with perfectly styled hair and an adoring smile on her face. You could see her dads car outside as he waved over to you and you kindly waved back at him. “Hey you.” She laughed as she recalled last night, after that song ended you and Lottie ran inside and made out in the bathroom for a half hour before your mom came to pick you up. “Couldn’t stay away could you?” You joked as you allowed her to come inside your house, she turned on her heels back at you and breathed in through gritted teeth, a little disappointment in her eyes, but either way she smiled after it, “Actually… you kind of stole my jacket last night and I would let you keep it, but my dad said he needs to dry clean it…” as she spoke you closed your front door and Lottie’s hands immediately touched the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with it, your eyes went shocked at her knuckles touched your skin, you quickly kissed her neck before touching one of her hands and walked her up to your room, where the jacket remained.

“Can’t you tell your dad to come back later?” You couldn’t tell if your voice came across as joking or serious but either way you kind of meant it. You gave Lottie a tempting look but she lightly pushed you which only made you want her more, “He’s a persistent man, I can’t.” She kissed your temple as she took a hold of her jacket. “I’ll see you tonight? It’s the big game, the make or break to see if we get to nationals! And I need my girlfriend to cheer me on!” She whispered the last part with a smile on her face, making it more intimate, you laughed with her as you looked outside the window at her car, “Duh, wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

There was 2 minutes left of the game, emotions were running high and all of the girls were stressed to the max. You held onto your fellow cheerleader Lexi as you nodded along with what the girls were doing on the pitch, you were so nervous for Lottie and you would still be proud of her regardless if they won or not. Natalie had the ball and here goes…she kicks it and makes it into the net with 2 seconds left to spare, they won!

“Go Team!!!!” You and your squad cheered as you looked at your girlfriend, happier than ever to see you there to support her, the team gathered to each-other in a hug and you have never smiled so much in your entire life, since the beginning of the year you have cheered for Lottie and you will continue to do so right the way to nationals…