summary: Natalie if she was having a baby with her partner both in and out of the wilderness, having some obstacles to overcome
tags: jealously, pregnancy + birth, post partum depression/rage, mental instability, paranoia, protective Natalie, comfort & angst, non sexual nudity, mentions of violence, long list of headcannons...
a/n: might be out of operation for a bit (got my wisdom teeth out) meaning I may not write for a bit, please accept this as a worthy offering
Doesn't matter if you got pregnant right before the crash with someone like Shauna or if you managed to end up getting pregnant with Natalie's child in the wilderness
You are Natalie's partner so that automatically makes her the parent regardless of the situation, she'll be scared but so willing to help with every step
She hunts for you! Wants to make sure you and your baby have enough to keep going, even if it means sharing her rations with you
Holds your hair whenever morning sickness acts up, rubbing your feet, and kisses your belly when she can
When becoming the queen she makes sure taking care of you is apart of her duties so of course you share a bigger hut where a makeshift crib is tucked away
She gets nightmares :( Natalie fears being a bad parental figure due to her own childhood and constantly worries about your health and having a baby out there. She doesn't want what happened to her or Shauna to happen to you and the baby
Isn't until you give birth to a baby girl that survives the night she's relived kissing your forehead with tears and wanting to immediately hold the baby
She had stayed for the entirety of your labor and delivery so she's definitely not going anywhere for the next few days
You wake up at some point after your delivery to Natalie topless, only wearing some shorts with the baby on her chest because she wanted to try skin to skin bonding
She tries various ways to bond with the baby so she'll nap with the baby, constantly try playing, has full on conversations with the baby, and even tries a few lullabies when fussy at night
Natalie who gives you breaks to rest so she'll be walking around doing her queenly duties with a baby strapped to her chest
Loves that the baby has some of your features and claims she's pretty like her mommy and knows she's going to be defenseless when the baby grows up because of it
Has to break up fights between you and Shauna because she thinks it's "unfair" your baby got to live and hers didn't...
Natalie who felt guilty leaving you and your infant alone during the hunt with Shauna spiraling out of control but knew she had to get help for both your sakes
Comes back terrified to find Mari dead and you injured from Shauna trying to take the baby away
When rescued Natalie is constantly on alert keeping Shauna and the press away from you, after Shauna trying to take your baby you don't let anyone but Natalie near the baby
The hospital was hell when you'd hiss and fight doctors trying to tend to the baby, permanently scarred from past experiences
Natalie who still hasn't left your side even when the doctors claim to not seeing post partum rage this aggressive, she understands why you're so protective of the baby but still wants you to get helped
She stays in your hospital room with the baby calming you down after fighting another nurse, having nightmares, getting confused on where the baby is, and all the outbursts you may have
Once you're finally discharged Natalie swears off booze and drugs, even tries making money to support you both
You find a place that's low profile so the press or anyone from the team can find you, plus Natalie doesn't want what's left of her family to "taint the baby"
Coming back home to discover Natalie building playsets, having money to spend of diapers and bottles now that she's not buying drugs, she even bought a little raccoon onesie for the baby <3
Natalie who is proud to see your progress, she knows the trauma and post partum had hit you hard so eventually seeing you act more gentle and calm around people is a milestone
She loves coming home to a baby that's excited when mama gets back, enjoying the snuggles she can get with the two of you
Still fears she's going to be a bad parent but cried when the baby first called you mommy and when the baby began to shakily wobble on two feet
Natalie who wouldn't trade you or the baby for anything, she knows both of you had come a long way for this to happen
So sorry for the delay, I'm afraid life struck again!
Don't let me keep you waiting! Read on! 😊 ❤️
Around the same time the Scott men were taking fire from their mysterious adversaries, Shauna woke up with a start.
She wasn’t sure why she’d woken up, exactly, but she felt herself drawn to her bedroom window nonetheless, hoping she wouldn’t see who she thought was there outside.
Sure enough, Adam was parked right next to her driveway, leaning against the hood of his car.
Shauna groaned. After some debate within herself, she had decided not to drive to Adam’s hotel last night, citing it as too risky in case Jeff or Callie came back.
Jeremy was, of course, living in his own apartment in own. Callie was spending the night at a friend’s, and it looked like Jeff hadn’t come back from ‘work’, i.e. fucking Bianca just yet, but still, Shauna felt herself gape at her much younger lover.
“What the fuck is he doing?” She whispered to herself incredulously, quickly pulling on her dressing gown and slippers before hurrying outside.
“You’re up early”, Adam grinned at her, but Shauna didn’t feel like grinning back.
“What are you doing?” She hissed at him.
“Waiting for you.”
“It’s four in the morning”, Shauna almost screamed at him. “How long have you been in my driveway?”
“I guess long enough to be out of my mind but not long enough to be a full stalker”, Adam said, now looking slightly sheepish.
“What if my husband was here, or-or my children?” Shauna said to him, now feeling slightly gratified that she had made Adam see the error of his ways.
“I didn’t see any cars, so I made a calculation”, Adam shrugged.
“And that makes it okay? Jesus Christ”, Shauna whispered in despair, trying very hard indeed to think about what she should do next.
Was this a sign that they should end it, right here and now? It certainly felt that way.
The initial joy and passion and sheer overwhelming lust Shauna had felt when she first realised Adam wanted to fuck her had long since faded away, to be replaced with confliction, and uncertainty, and -dare she think it- fear. Fear that maybe she had taken her family for granted, and if the affair came to light, her son would never look at her the same way again.
Parents weren’t supposed to have favourites, everyone knew that… but Shauna knew, deep down, that if Jeremy ever found out about this-
Oh God, Shauna realised. What if he finds out?
She knew she wouldn’t be able to live with the expression of disappointment and disgust her firstborn would give her if he could see her now, with a man closer to his age than hers, and with that in mind, Shauna made her decision.
“Shauna?” She heard Adam ask, dragging her out of her thoughts. He looked hopeful, like he was thinking she might invite him in, but Shauna had made up her mind.
“Go home, Adam.”
“What?” He asked, looking like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Shauna was already walking away.
“I’ll talk to you later, but- not now, okay? It’s too early for making these kind of decisions.”
And with that, Shauna quickly strode back into her home, already thinking ahead to the next time she would see Adam, where she would tell him this was over.
It took a while for Adam to leave, but eventually, Shauna heard him drive away while she lay in bed, and let out a sigh of relief at the thought that maybe, just maybe, she hadn’t destroyed her family after all with what she had done.
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As Callie arrived back home, various thoughts were swirling through her mind. Namely, what she was going to say to her mother about ending her trysts with Adam Martin.
She had done some research on Adam the previous night, and what she had found- or rather, what she hadn’t found- had been more than enough to convince her mother of just how foolishly she was acting, affair or no affair.
As she set her laptop up in the kitchen to present what she had uncovered to her mom, she heard the unmistakeably soft footfalls of Shauna Shipman walking up beside her.
“Hey, honey. I thought you were… uh, at Ilana’s?”
“No, I don’t really like what her family eats for breakfast… and also, I wanted to ask what exactly your plan was. You know… with him?”
She saw her mother’s face turn red.
“Can you keep your voice down?”
“Oh, I’m sorry- is it time to be discreet?” Callie almost yelled at her.
At this point, the respect she had for what her mother had gone through as a teenager was all that was stopping Callie from phoning her dad and singing like a canary.
Of course, she would have to tell Jeremy as well, as much as Callie really didn’t want to.
Informing Jeff Sadecki of his wife’s affair was one thing, but Callie’s brother… it was a miracle in of itself that he had even survived his infancy, and Callie really didn’t want to be the one to break his heart over this.
Whatever his faults… Callie loved her brother very much, certainly enough to keep her mouth shut for the time being, as she saw the tears begin to well up in her mother’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I really am.”
Callie crossed her arms before she spoke again.
“Are you gonna keep seeing him? Mom- you don’t even fucking know him.”
“Honey, it’s- it’s just not that complicated, okay? He’s a starving artist, he’s not… an axe murderer-”
“Yeah? Then why can’t I find him online?”
Callie turned her laptop around so her mother could see what happened when one typed ‘Adam Martin’ in to Google.
It revealed a lot of different pictures of a lot of different men, but none like the man her mother had been sleeping with.
“I mean- come on? Adam Martin? There must be millions of Adam Martins out there-”
“Where’s his website? His Instagram? Like, no self-promotion? Nothing?”
Callie’s words seemed to take her mother by surprise, as she saw her search through her browser for the man Callie already knew she wouldn’t find.
“I mean, what are you saying?” She asked Callie.
“I’m saying that everything is on the Internet- except for your boyfriend. What if he’s conning you, Mom? Sleeping with a Yellowjacket so he can turn around and sell the story? Who knows what he fucking wants?”
“He wants me, Callie. Okay? I know that that is impossible for you to understand, but I am what he wants-”
“I’m late for class”, Callie snapped, already turning around and walking out the door, before using her phone to call an Uber to get to college.
If her mom couldn’t see what was really going on… then maybe it was time she told Jeremy what was going on.
He wouldn’t be happy about this, Callie knew, but their mother had brought this trouble on herself, no matter how much she might try to pretend otherwise.
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Despite what she had said to Callie, Shauna was worried. Was Adam conning her, after all?
She wished she could say with all certainty that he wasn’t, but Callie had planted the seeds of doubt in her mind, so the first thing Shauna decided to do was call the art school Adam had told her he’d attended.
Nothing. No record of him at all in her database.
So, Adam had lied. But why? And what else could he be lying about?
Shauna was just about to call his place of work when she heard Jeff arrive, and she quickly started to erase all the records of what she had been searching for.
Her husband greeted her enthusiastically, holding out a bag which contained a yellow dress.
A very ugly yellow dress.
“Um… our anniversary was weeks ago”, She reminded Jeff. “And Christmas isn’t for-”
“I know, I know”, Jeff said, grinning broadly. “The gathering is tomorrow, remember?”
Gathering? Shauna wondered, before she remembered what Allie had set up.
Wiskayok was notoriously terrible at organising its high school reunions, so Allie Stevens, the former freshman player- and the only one of their team to miss out on their little trip into the wilderness, courtesy of Taissa- had organised a special reunion for the class of 1996.
To be honest, Shauna wasn’t entirely sure why- Allie had been in Travis’ year, not hers.
Was she hoping Travis would show up? Shauna figured Allie would be sorely disappointed if that really was the case.
Then as she brooded on the reunion that she really wasn’t looking forward to, Shauna’s mind suddenly drifted to the Scotts.
Would Nat and Tommy be attending? It would certainly make for an interesting night if they were.
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In the aftermath of finding out what exactly had transpired the previous night with her husband and sons, Natalie had gone off to work at Wiskayok High, but her mind was elsewhere.
She had thought her family could handle this alone, but if Lottie was hiring armed help… maybe it would be for the best if the Scotts had some of their own.
As she picked her way through lunch, Natalie mulled over how she was going to tell Tommy about her idea.
He probably wouldn’t be happy about it… but surely, he would be able to see that their family’s safety came first.
Then as she flicked through her calendar, Natalie saw the reunion scheduled for the next day that she had completely forgotten about in all the chaos of the previous week, as she felt herself let out a groan.
She didn’t really want to go, and she knew Tommy wouldn’t either, but there was no real way to avoid a reunion in the very same town you lived in, and Natalie knew that if they didn’t attend, the whispers would always follow them, especially from those who were coming in from out of town.
With that in mind, Natalie decided to call Tommy to remind him of their next obligation. After all, it wouldn’t surprise her if he had completely forgotten about it as well.
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As Tommy drove towards Misty’s place, he suddenly realised there was something he’d forgot to check, as he dialled Katie’s number.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, sweetheart. Just wanted to check- is Misty at work now?”
“No, she called in sick today. Why?”
“Just need to talk to her about something. Alright, see you tonight. Love you.”
“Love you, too”, Katie replied, as she ended the call, no more than a few seconds before Tommy saw his wife was calling him next.
“Hi, honey.”
“Hey. Uh… do you remember that thing we have to go to tomorrow?”
“What th-”
Then Tommy remembered the reunion, and felt stupid for having forgotten.
“Oh, right. That thing. We, uh… we should go, right? To keep up appearances?”
“Yeah, I guess. Might be a chance for us to see some of the others again, right?”
“I suppose so. Uh… okay, I guess I can get ready for tonight when I get back. I just gotta go check on something, okay? It’s probably nothing, but… I’ll let you know if it isn’t.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you too”, Tommy replied, as Natalie ended the call, shortly before he pulled into the street Misty lived on.
He hoped this would go smoothly. He really… really did, but as Tommy began to make his third phone call in as many minutes, he had a sinking feeling that Jessica might already be dead.
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As Misty saw Jessica Roberts finish the bowl of Spaghetti-o’s she had given her for lunch, she felt her phone ring.
Then as she pulled it out of her pocket to see that it was Tommy calling, Misty felt her stomach drop.
“Not one word”, she said to Jessica, as she answered the call.
“Hi, how’s everything going?”
“Good”, Tommy replied. “You, uh… you haven’t seen Jessica recently, have you? You know… Jessica Roberts, the reporter?”
“Uh, no”, Misty lied through her teeth, as she quicky began to head up the basement stairs before Jessica figured out who was calling.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, she told me that she was planning on interviewing you on what happened out there, and that she would call me afterwards. That was almost twenty-four hours ago. You wouldn’t by any chance know what happened to her, do you?”
“Uh… no”, Misty replied, feeling grateful that Tommy couldn’t see her face already beginning to redden.
“She asked me some questions, I didn’t answer any of them, and then she left.”
“Huh”, Tommy replied, before the next words he spoke made Misty’s blood run cold.
“Then what is a library card that says ‘Jessica Roberts’ on it doing right outside your back door?”
“What?!” Misty almost screamed, heading frantically towards the back, wrenching the door open only to find herself looking right at Tommy.
An empty-handed Tommy, that is.
“Gotcha”, Misty’s fellow survivor said to her, as he moved to hold the door open in the moment before Misty tried to slam it shut, smiling almost sadly as she struggled against him.
“As I said when I found you digging for Crystal’s body… I think it would be for the best if you didn’t lie to me right now.”
Her name was Kristin, Misty almost snapped at Tommy, as she continued to struggle with the door, already knowing full well that it was hopeless.
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It didn’t take much longer after that for Jessica to be rescued, in all fairness.
As Misty Quigley reluctantly unlocked the chains, Jessica found herself led outside by Tommy, who directed her to his car.
“Wait here for a little bit. I need to have a… talk… with her”, he said, while Jessica resisted the urge to scream at him from the passenger seat.
Had he forgotten how dangerous Quigley could be? This was not the time for a chat, this was the time to drive away as fast as humanly possible from that lunatic, and never look back.
Jessica wondered what Scott was going to say to the former equipment manager.
For her sake… she hoped it would be cruel.
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“Kidnapping, Misty? Seriously? Are you trying to get us all arrested?!” Tommy snarled at her.
Misty held up her hands in defence of herself.
“No, that wasn’t why- I was trying to look out for everyone. That’s what friends do”, Misty retorted, jutting her chin forward in defiance, which oddly enough, reminded Tommy of the day he’d come across his daughter with her hand in the family’s cookie jar.
Maggie had been no more than six at the time, but that hadn’t made her any less determined to avoid punishment, as she said over and over again that she had not been doing exactly what Tommy had caught her doing, all the while failing to realise her mouth was already smeared with chocolate.
She had her mother’s fire, even then.
Tommy struggled to keep down the smile he felt spreading across his face at the unexpected reminder, as Misty kept right on explaining herself.
“For all you know, I was saving us from the blackmailer. You have to admit it’s suspicious, her coming into town at the same time both of us receive the postcards-”
Tommy was about to snap that Jessica wasn’t the blackmailer, but held his tongue as he realised Misty would ask him how he knew it.
“-and who else was gonna do it for you, huh? You may not want to admit it to yourself, Tommy, but I’m pretty much the best friend your family has right now-”
Tommy did not hold his tongue when he heard that.
“The same best friend who got Katie drunk and make a fool out of herself? Forgive my scepticism”, Tommy interrupted her.
“That…” Misty started, as he saw a look of regret spread across her face.
“That wasn’t my finest moment, I know. I just- I just wanted to get to know her a little better, that’s all-”
“Katie has suffered enough without you plying her with alcohol”, Tommy cut her off again. “We all have.”
There was a pause, before he spoke again.
“Look, what did you even find out from the reporter, anyway? Because from the way you treated her-”
“Taissa hired her to look into us”, Misty said, now looking delighted at the prospect of proving herself useful.
“Why?” Tommy asked, wondering if Misty would tell him something he didn’t already know.
“She got a postcard too, before we did. She was worried someone was going to try and sabotage her campaign. And that’s not all… apparently, Diego Ibarra’s bank account was emptied the day after he died.”
That was news to Tommy, but it was also easily explainable.
“Mari had three siblings, remember? How do you know they didn’t do it? It wouldn’t mean anything bad-”
“That was the first thing we checked. It wasn’t any of them.”
“Okay”, Tommy said. “Wait… what do you mean, ‘we’? Did you and Roberts check it together?”
“No. I have my sources”, Misty replied.
Oh, right. Your Citizen Detective thing, Tommy suddenly remembered, as he tried once again to stop himself from smiling.
“Okay, look”, he began. “I’m gonna go drive that Jessica woman out of here, and see if I can’t convince her not to press charges against you. Just… see what else you can find, okay?”
“Okay”, Misty grinned at him. “Does this mean you’re finally seeing me as useful?”
“Oh, I know you’re useful, Misty. I’ve known you're useful ever since you chopped my brother’s leg off”, Tommy replied, heading for the door.
As he opened it up, he decided to make one last retort, just in case Misty was starting to get cocky again.
“I’ve just never really forgiven you for trying to kill my wife”, he stated, so casually he could see it took a moment for Misty to understand him.
But Tommy noticed the look of regret spread across Misty’s face once again before he closed the door, as he wondered what on earth he was going to say to Jessica.
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As Tommy Scott drove Jessica back to her hotel, she waited and listened to what he had to say.
“I’m… I’m sorry this happened to you. For what it’s worth, I really do want to tell the world what happened… but things aren’t safe for you, right now. You need to get out of Wiskayok, and wait until this is all over.”
“Alright”, Jessica replied. If she was being honest, she was relieved to put all of this behind her.
But there was one more thing she had to ask.
“What really happened out there with the Ibarra girl? Was she really hunting your wife?”
“She was, yes… she just wasn’t the only one”, Scott replied.
Jessica took that as her cue to leave, and hurriedly made her way back to her hotel room, as she looked through her phone for the earliest flight out of here.
Whatever was coming Tommy Scott’s way… Jessica hoped he would survive it. Over the last few days, she had come to admire him greatly… and putting aside her hopes of pulling the story of her career out of him, Jessica felt that the Scott family deserved a measure of peace, after all they had endured and fought for.
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Shauna was surprised when Taissa turned up on her doorstep in the middle of dinner, but as they walked around the block outside, she was even more surprised when Tai revealed why she had come.
“I’m sleepwalking again.”
Shauna blinked. Van had told her about Taissa’s nighttime activities when they were stranded in the wilderness, but then Van had told her it stopped…
“How long for?”
“Couple of weeks, I think. It’s mostly stress, uh… the campaign, this goddamn blackmail fiasco, and… not to mention, Simone and I… have been having some problems."
You’re not the only one, Shauna thought.
“How bad is it?”
“Biscuit’s missing”, Taissa choked out, and Shauna finally realised she was crying.
“That’s our dog. I must have freaked him out, and he got out the back gate, and… Sammy loves the shit out of that dog.”
Taissa gave a hiccup. “Jesus Christ, I’m really fucking this kid up.”
“No, Tai-”
“He’s seen me do it, Shauna.”
As Taissa kept rambling on about everything she was doing wrong, Shauna decided to extend an olive branch.
After all, it went without saying that Tai was the only remaining Yellowjacket she knew she could trust.
“Why don’t you stay with us, tonight? Callie’s away, you can sleep in her room…”
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As Natalie arrived back from work, she saw Tommy waiting for her, and without a word, stepped into her husband’s arms as they shared a long, slow, passionate kiss.
As Natalie rested her head against Tommy’s, she decided to tell him her new plan.
“So, we’re going to the reunion tomorrow. Right?”
“Yeah. Right.”
“Good. Because Kevyn is going there as well. He told me when we were at the bar together.”
Tommy looked a little uncomfortable at her words, so Natalie knew she needed to elaborate.
“When we get there, we need to tell him. Everything. We need at least one cop on our side for this, especially if Lottie tries sending her goons again.”
Tommy took a deep breath, before he replied.
“Okay. I’m willing to trust him, if you are. But are you sure you can trust him?”
“Yes”, Natalie replied. She hesitated, before she spoke again.
“Look, whatever Kevyn felt for me in the past, or even in the present… I love you. Okay? I love you."
Natalie made sure to look right into her husband’s eyes for what she said next.
“And I wouldn’t choose differently, if I had the chance again. Not for anything… and not for anyone.”
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Tommy felt embarrassed, and even a little ashamed, as he realised how foolish he had been.
He'd been so focused on Kevyn’s feelings for his wife, he had never bothered to consider if Natalie reciprocated then, if she ever had, and right now, in this moment, it felt more and more ridiculous to even consider if there could ever be a chance of that.
“I’m sorry”, he said to Natalie. “Really… I am.”
He saw his wife nod, before she asked her next question.
“So… what happened today, anyway? Is Misty giving us anymore trouble?”
Natalie grinned at him, but Tommy felt himself wince inside, as he began to tell her what Misty had been up to with Jessica Roberts, cursing inwardly as he saw her eyes grow wider and wider.
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Shauna was in despair as she continued to scour the internet for any measure of Adam, but she knew it was no use.
She really hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it looked as though she had no choice.
If Adam really was the blackmailer, and Shauna had let him into her life, of her own free will… it seemed only right that she should put a stop to it, as she began the drive towards the residence of her soon-to-be ex-lover.
Sorry, I know this was a filler chapter for the most part, but I hope you liked how Tommy takes care of business.
The next chapter will certainly be a doozy, as I *spoiler alert* give you the final two episodes of the season in one chapter!
Thank you so much for sticking it out with me. I wish I had the words to tell you just how much this has meant, but I hope you will join me in wishing Tommy a happy 48th birthday for tomorrow, which also marks the one-year anniversary that No Ordinary Boy was officially finished! 😮
My further apologies for the delay, but I hope you will accept that I am only human.
summary: it's freezing, the girls are starving, Natalie is at her wits' end, and is clinging to you as her lifeline, even if you're already gone
warnings/tags: angst, smut, horror, time/perspective lowkey jumps around a lot- and it doesn't have to make sense cuz none of this fic makes sense, takes place before the cabin burns down, uhm reader is lowkey maybe dead... definitely missing but maybe also dead, nat is either dreaming or hallucinating pretty much everything, breeding kink (also doesn't have to make sense, cuz like i said, nat is delirious, and i can do what i want), shower sex, fingering, scissoring, thigh riding, biting, choking, this lowkey gets a little violent and scary... but it's Nat dealing with her own conscience, open ending, not proofread
wc: 5.6k
The night Jackie died, you had gone out to comfort her. You brought her a blanket and sat for a few minutes, hoping you'd be able to change her mind and convince her to come back inside, but your captain had always been stubborn. You didn't know much of what had happened, since you had been looking for Javi with Natalie and Travis, only having come back after getting into your own argument with Natalie over needing to go back to the cabin since it was getting dark.
"You can't stay our here all night, Jax..." your head rested on her shoulder, arms wrapped around your knees as you curled into yourself for warmth. It had gotten much colder in the last 24 hours, scarily so.
"Watch me..." you couldn't help the small, tired smile that spread across your lips as you huffed a soft laugh. You stood up and faced her. Jackie looked up, confused by your abrupt movement and her newfound lack of warmth.
"I'm gonna go find us some more firewood. Don't wanna freeze out here." It was lighthearted enough, said with a small smile. Neither of you knew how much weight those words would hold. Neither of you would be around for it to mean anything to anyone.
"Be careful..." was all Jackie said. In that moment, she wished she had said more- maybe even volunteered to go with you, since you were the only person who made her feel normal for being scared and not wanting to play survivor. She knew you were scared too... but she still let you go. And that was the last anyone ever heard from Jackie Taylor, as well as you.
Nat and Travis came back that night, right as it started snowing. Exhausted and defeated, neither noticed Jackie asleep (or maybe already dead) outside the cabin, nor did they notice your absence.
It actually wasn't until after everyone had begun to grieve the loss of their captain that Natalie had finally noticed you were nowhere to be found. She knew losing Jackie would hit you harder than some of the other girls, so she was willing to put her own frustration aside and comfort you, as well as selfishly seek you out for her own comfort.
To this day, she still remembers surveying the group, her gaze becoming more frantic as she failed to spot you. She remembers going up to Taissa, Lottie, fuck- even Mari- begging for someone to have an answer of where you were. No one had seen you since you'd left with her and Travis the evening before. No one even knew you came back and sat with Jackie in her last moments.
Then the second wave of panic washed over the yellowjackets. They searched the house, hoping you had made it back before Travis and Nat, and had just fallen asleep in the attic and missed all the commotion. Another search party was sent out, now looking for you and Javi, worsening the ache and guilt building in Natalie's chest.
Shauna grieved on her own, silently, while Natalie made her loss a mission. Every day, she and Travis were out there looking for Javi, looking for you. Lottie started blessing them before they'd leave- it helped Travis, it only made everything feel worse for Natalie. They were getting frustrated with each other over the lack of any signs of life from either of you. She was convinced you were still out there somewhere, hopefully with Javi... hopefully safe.
Distraught by Travis's mental decline, Natalie faked Javi's death- planted his torn flannel along their search path, and waited. Travis grieved how he needed to, which she of course understood, but Natalie continued to look for you.
She swore she kept catching traces of you. The color of your hair caught out of the corner of her eye. The smell of your perfume you still wore even out here as she turned the corner, the perfume she knew you'd somehow managed to hide away from the rest of the girls. It only really started concerning her when she'd be alone in the wilderness, and she swore she heard your sighs or whimpers. It would send her into a panic, her searching becoming more frantic in fear that you were on your last breath somewhere nearby.
Then there was the bet. Everyone had been getting on Nat's ass about the lack of food, and how she's been spending more time looking for you than trying to hunt. Mari had been hyping Lottie up as a better provider than Nat, which led to them racing to see who was actually able to provide more for the group.
Natalie trudged through the snowy wilderness, desperate for anything at this point. She caught the usual glimpse of you out of the corner of her eye- the stark contrast of what she last saw you wearing bright against the snow. Against her better judgment, she whipped her head in, what she hoped would be, your direction.
And to her surprise, there you stood. You looked over your shoulder at her, face relaxed as if this were any other passing moment. Natalie's jaw dropped, puffs of air coming out in clouds in front of her face as her breathing picked up with her heart rate.
"Y/n..." she called out, feet moving her toward you before she could even think. She stumbled over herself to get to you. You hadn't moved, but you seemed to be getting further away. Natalie stumbled, of course, losing her footing for a moment. She caught herself, but when she regained her balance and glanced back up at where you'd been waiting for her, you were gone.
"No..." Natalie collapsed to the ground. "No, please... Y/n, don't do this..." she wept, crying out to you, praying to god, or maybe even the wilderness, that you got the message.
She was able to pick herself up after a few minutes of sobbing- she had no choice but to carry on. Maybe this was a sign, I mean, this is a new development in her delirium. Nat had smelled you, heard you, and just then she had seen you... it could mean something.
Nat continued her hunt, heading back to the abandoned plane and setting up camp there for a moment to recalibrate. She began to close her eyes as she leaned against the cold metal of the plane's fuselage. Right as she began drifting of, a gentle brush against her cheek startled her awake. Movement outside the plane caught her eye- a large, white moose. She scrambled to prep her gun, alerting the animal in the meantime, which caused it to charge at her.
Natalie was fading in and out of consciousness as she was practically dragged through the doorway and into the bathroom. She didn't even realize where she was until she felt the warm water against her bare skin. Taissa was stationed next to her as Natalie let sleep take over her body.
Your giggle is the only thing she comprehends. When Natalie opens her eyes and makes sense of her surroundings, she notices the constant pitter-patter of hot water against her skin from the shower head. She notices the bright, warm light of the bathroom. She notices the familiar feeling of tile against her bare feet. She notices your healthy face and wet hair as she tilts her face down to look in your eyes.
You're smiling softly up at her, mischief swirling in your doe eyes as you stare. You tug at the back of her hair, yanking her head back slightly, pulling a confused moan out of Natalie. You giggle again as you resume running your hands through her hair.
"Keep your head tilted back, or you're gonna get shampoo in your eyes." Which is, of course, when she notices the smell of your shampoo- it's something fruity, but different from your strawberry body wash, she's never been able to put her finger on it.
Natalie lets you finish rinsing her hair. This doesn't happen very often. This is maybe only the fifth time she's ever even been to your house. You don't hang out much, because Natalie always feels like you're pitying her- her own self-destructive tendencies barring her from getting as close to you as you so desperately want her to be. But you had just won the game for the quarterfinals that night, and the next is the semi-finals, which will determine if you make it to nationals... so Natalie allowed herself to enjoy the pampering, under the guise that she was rewarding you for playing well.
Her eyes are closed as she enjoys your nails grazing softly against her scalp, fingers traveling to massage her temples. You press an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone, and Nat's eyes snap open, surprisingly unaffected by the soap and hot water pouring directly into them. her breath catches in her throat, but she says nothing.
You continue mouthing at her neck and chest, sucking red and purple marks into her pale skin. This has never happened any time Nat has come over. You'd beg for her to let you pamper her, she'd deny. You'd beg her to stay the night, she'd deny, you'd plead some more, and she'd give in. You tried really hard not to push your luck, but your need for physical touch would practically radiate off of you, and Natalie, also desperate to be touched but reluctant to admit such, would huff and let you cling to her as you fell asleep. She'd be gone before you woke up, avoiding any sort of feelings you might've actually had throughout the night.
Your hands travel from her hair down her neck, stopping briefly at her chest to caress and squeeze her breasts, thumbs gently brushing over her nipples, then continuing downward to slide past her hips and rest on her lower back.
"Hmm, what're you doin', Y/n?" Natalie hums, her own hands coming to rest around your shoulders as you hug her comfortably around her waist.
"miss you... wanna be close to you, Nat." you mumble against the wet skin of her neck, face tilting slightly to nip at the space right below her jaw. She notices how you shift your legs, slightly parting them and leaning your hip more into her. Natalie moves on autopilot as she props her leg, slotting it between yours. You sigh immediately, melting into her. Your movements are small and slow at first as you begin to grind against her. Nat can feel your chest moving against hers as your breathing picks up.
She slides her fingers into your wet hair and cradles your head as she leans against you, closing her eyes blissfully. She flexes her thigh, causing your breathing to hitch. Nat uses her other arm to wrap around your shoulders and use her grip to pull you down against her. You moan into her skin and continue to grind your bare core against her wet thigh.
The hot water of the shower constricts her lungs as she breathes you in, the wetness almost frustrating her as it makes it harder for her to pinpoint your own essence dripping down her thigh.
You whimper against Natalie's jaw, pecking the skin, then tilting your head back to look at her. You stare for a few seconds, eyes glassy, lips parted, as you huff out short breaths.
"What do you want, pretty girl?" Natalie whispers gently, still cradling your head. She watches you melt ever so slightly further into her hold, and feels a horrible ache in her chest.
"Want you to kiss me," you plead in return, a heartbreaking shimmer of desperation in your eyes. How could anyone ever say no? Natalie was a lot of things, but an idiot was not one of them (sometimes).
She pulls you closer, leaning in to meet you, your lips meeting under the steady flow of water overhead. She sucks on your bottom lip, biting hard enough to elicit a whine out of you, but not to draw blood, even though she'd love to taste you right now.
You use your hold around her waist as leverage to pull yourself even closer, and to grind harder, drawing closer to your climax. Nat releases her grip on your hair and allows her hand to slide between the two of you to pull at your nipple. You let out a small squeal at the harsh action, it quickly turning into a moan as Nat continues to tug and twist at the small bud.
Your hips move quickly, losing rhythm as you try to get off. Your body is tense against Natalie's as she sucks on your tongue and plays with your tits. She begins shifting her hips slightly, thrusting gently in time with your motion. This sends you over the edge, and you tense, moaning into Natalie's mouth, slouching against her as your hips rock subconsciously, riding out your high.
You're panting into her neck as she cradles your head again. Your arms stay around her waist, fingers softly brushing her lower back and hips. It's nice. Gentle. Warm.
Natalie woke up to more commotion and snapped out of her haze rather quickly once she realized Taissa wasn't next to her anymore. She got dressed and stepped into the living room to see everyone fussing over Lottie, who seemed about three seconds away from dying of hypothermia.
Nat's head was foggy as she sat and talked with Lottie. They tiredly joked and enjoyed the small moment of calmness between them, even though both had just suffered a loss in the hypothetical game. A silence settled over them, and Natalie began thinking back to the dream she had of you earlier (at least that's what she thought it was, even if it felt more like a misplaced memory).
"Do you feel her out there?" it was a stupid, desperate, last-chance-of-faith question to ask... but Natalie put her pride aside anyway to ask. Lottie squeezed her hand, the blonde avoiding eye contact.
"I do," and while it shouldn't have meant anything by the standards she had been holding, those two words meant everything to Natalie.
That dream was the last Natalie saw of you for a while. You left her alone- for better or for worse, she hadn't been able to decide. It should've brought her comfort to be able to go hunting and not be reminded of your absence- but in the lack of your perfume floating through the breeze, or the glimpses of you out of her peripheral vision, she became more aware. You were gone.
Maybe that dream was your farewell, a sweet goodbye for Natalie to think back to when she got too tired to carry on, or too stressed to sleep. It made her heart ache with a yearning she'd never experienced in her whole life.
But her subconscious prayers to see you again in any capacity were answered. She wished you would just have left her alone this time.
She still remembers mentally begging for you to burst through the door and stop the hunt, as Shauna clasped the gold heart necklace around her. You never came. Not even in her head did you provide any reassurance. Not even as she sprinted through the snow and across the frozen lake.
You didn't appear out of nowhere with Javi either, nor did he seem to have any idea you were even missing, which had only sent her deeper into her despair.
You didn't appear to comfort or taunt her with your presence (or lack thereof) as she allowed Javi to drown. Or as they carried him back to the cabin.
Natalie was exhausted, she was starving, she was cold, she was distressed... it was only then, as she sat by herself at the window in the attic, beginning to doze off, that she felt you.
"It's not your fault..." you whisper against her shoulder. She doesn't remember when you leaned your head on her, but she thinks you've always been there. She continued to stare out the window, gnawing guiltily at her lip.
"It absolutely is my fault... I let him drown."
"They were going to kill you, Natalie." your voice is firm, defensive. She shifts to look over her shoulder at you. Your face is hauntingly stern, an expression she'd never seen you make. It quite frankly sent chills down her spine. You meet her eyes, and your face softens, anxiety taking over.
"They were going to take you away..." You tilt your head and gaze up at her pitifully, rendering Natalie speechless. "Do you not want to see me anymore?" You lift your hand to gently caress her cheek. She shakes her head slightly as she leans into your touch, closing her eyes as she relaxes.
"No, never... I was actually starting to miss you haunting me," Natalie tries to joke, a tired smile etching across her face, but yours falters almost immediately. For a moment, Natalie worries it's because of what she said, but then she notices the way your eyes keep drifting toward the window, toward the dark stretch of wilderness beyond the glass.
"What?" she breathes out, anxiety beginning to crawl up her spine. You don't answer right away; instead, you trace your fingers along the sleeve of her jacket, as if memorizing it... memorizing her.
"No." The realization settles heavily in Natalie's chest as your gaze finally returns to hers.
"No," she repeats, firmer this time, feeling herself start to slip as a sad smile pulls at your lips.
"You can't keep waiting for me forever." The words hit harder than any scream, any fight, any loss she's suffered out here. She shakes her head immediately, clenching her teeth.
"Watch me." It sounds pathetic and desperate, making her seem childish. You laugh softly anyway- a sound that she misses so severely it makes her sick- leaning in to brush the tip of your nose against hers/
"You always were stubborn..." and for a moment, it almost feels normal. Like you're both back at school. Like tomorrow there'll be practice and classes and stupid parties neither of you really wanted to attend. Then your expression crumbles- Natalie reaches for you on instinct, her fingers brushing yours- warm. Tangible. Real?
"I looked for you," she whispers.
"I know."
"Every day." Your eyes glisten as you let the cold, aching silence suck the air out of the room for a few more seconds.
"I know, Nat." Her throat tightens painfully.
"I should've found you." The silence that follows is gentle, but unforgiving. Eventually, you rest your forehead against hers, warmer than it should be. She closes her eyes, and the attic disappears. The cold disappears. For one brief moment, there is only you.
"You found me now." Natalie squeezes her eyes shut. She feels you shift slightly, tilting her face with your gentle hand, guiding her lips to yours. Your hand is warm, but your lips are cold, and all she can think about is bringing heat back to them.
Natalie reaches one hand up to cup your cheek, allowing the other to caress your waist, soft but desperate. You sit up on your knees, leaning further into the kiss as your lips move in sync, picking up the pace. She shifts, leaning her back against the wall, allowing you to perch comfortably on her lap. Her hands grip at the fat of your hips, pulling you flush to her, encouraging you to initiate some sort of friction. She bites your bottom lip and tugs, causing a moan to slip from the back of your throat.
You rock your hips against hers for a few moments before Nat impatiently slips her hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, not even noticing your lack of panties. She glides her middle and ring finger through your center and moans into your mouth at the wetness she's met with.
"Jesus Christ, baby..." she mumbles against your lips, continuing to swipe between your folds, her fingers delving slightly deeper into your core with each pass.
You suck on her tongue, arms wrapped around her shoulders, when she finally pushes her finger inside you, pulling a high-pitched whimper from you. Your hips grind gently in time with her strokes, the curl of her digits hitting perfectly against the spongy spot deep within you.
Natalie regains a bit more control when she begins to fight back, her own tongue intertwining with yours. Her hips start to grind up against yours, following the rhythm of her fingers inside your pussy, as the heel of her palm puts the perfect amount of pressure on your clit. She feels your essence dripping down her digits, gathering around her knuckles. Fuuuuuuuck.... All she's thinking about is making you squirt on her fingers, dizzied by the possibility.
Natalie throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She feels your cold hands slide up her chest, nipples hardening through her worn flannel and skin pebbling as a chill runs through her. Your fingers settle gently at the base of her throat, palms resting near her collarbones.
When she opens her eyes and looks up at you, it's different. You look as she'd actually expect you to at this point. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, dull skin. You've taken on a form that will actually haunt Natalie for the rest of her life.
"You stopped looking for me." you whisper, vengefully, hands sliding up slightly, finger pressing into the sides of Natalie's throat. Her eyes widen pitifully. She's not scared, but betrayed that you could ever think she had it in her to give up on you. She tries to shake her head, but is held in place by your grip.
"No-" she croaks, desperate to defend herself. To remind you how devoted she is to you. She wraps her fingers delicately around your wrists. This wasn't you, and Natalie knew that, but she'd take what she could get at this point.
"I didn't." Her voice breaks as your grip tightens. "I didn't stop."
"You did." your vice around her throat loosens just barely for her to get an excuse out. Natalie knows she's in a state of severe delirium, but she also thinks it wouldn't be too bad to die at your hands at this point...
"I had- to hunt." The excuse leaves her mouth too quickly, and she hates herself for how pathetic it sounds, even though it's mostly meek because of the lack of airflow she's experiencing. "They needed food. I couldn't- I couldn't keep going out there every day and coming back with nothing."
Your expression doesn't change. Natalie feels tears beginning to sting her eyes. "I still looked..."
"Not for me." she choked and gasped for the little bits of oxygen you allowed her to access, still trying to converse with you, even though she knew this was just another nightmare.
"I looked everywhere."
"Not everywhere." The words make something inside her go cold and sickly still. She stares at you. Outside the window, the wilderness seems impossibly dark. The trees stretch farther than they should, disappearing into a blackness that doesn't resemble night so much as an absence of anything at all.
Natalie's grip tightens around your wrists. "Where are you?"
Your head tilts- it's such a familiar movement that her heart aches. "You know."
"No, I don't," she allows herself to cry out, whimpering under your hold.
"You do-"
"If I knew, I would've found you!" For the first time, anger cracks through the desperation in her voice. Her face twists as tears finally spill over, hot against cheeks that have been cold for months.
"I would've found you." Natalie weeps, succumbing to your grip, accepting her fate with open arms. Something about you softens, just enough for it to cause a noticeable shift in the air. Your hands leave her, and Natalie immediately reaches after them, catching one before you can pull completely away.
"Don't." You glance down at where she's holding you. You're still on top of her, thighs resting on either side of her hips. She's resting on her elbows now that your full weight isn't being used to pin her to the floor. SHe glances up, desperately "Don't leave again."
"I didn't leave you..." Natalie's breath catches. The words settle strangely between you as she waits, feeling as if there's more to come in the explanation.
"I got lost." Suddenly, she can smell your perfume again. That stupid fucking perfume. The one you had somehow kept hidden from everyone else. The one Natalie used to tease you for bothering to wear when all of you smelled like sweat and dirt anyway.
Except now there's something else beneath it. Pine. Snow. Smoke. Natalie looks toward the window. Something moves between the trees. Her head snaps back toward you.
"Are you out there?" You don't answer. She calls out your name, pleading, but you pull your hand from hers.
Natalie scrambled after you immediately, but somehow you were already standing across the attic. She didn't remember watching you move.
"Wait-" You took another step backward. "Stop!"
Another.
"Y/n, please stop-" she begged. You smiled again, not the horrible expression she'd seen seemingly moments ago. You didn't seem angry or vengeful anymore, just tired. So unbelievably tired....
"Please," she whispered, voice breaking. Your eyes flicked toward the window, and hers followed. For half a second, Nat swore she saw something standing beyond the glass. A figure... then another. Trees. Snow. Something bright against all that white in the darkness.
Her stomach dropped, and she immediately turned back to you. Except you were gone.
"No." Natalie lunged forward, and the attic seemed to tilt beneath her feet. "Y/n?"
Nothing. She reached the window and pressed both hands against the glass, searching desperately through the storm outside.
There... between the trees... you. Natalie pounded against the window, screaming your name. You didn't turn around, even as she continued to bang on the glass and yell at the top of her lungs. Nothing.
You were walking away.
"No, no, no-" She fumbled desperately with the window latch. It remained unmoving, seemingly frozen shut. Her fingers slipped against it, numb and useless, and every second she wasted sent you farther into the trees.
"Wait!" she cried out desperately. You finally stopped. Natalie froze, holding her breath as she watched. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder, and for one fleeting second, you were yourself again.
Healthy. Warm. Alive. Exactly as Natalie remembers you.
Your lips moved, but she couldn't hear you through the glass. "What?"
You said it again, just as casually, which only caused Natalie's anxiety to spike as she pressed her ear against the freezing window, delusionally praying it would help her.
"What are you saying?" she whimpered, tears of anguish burning hot against her waterline. She turned her gaze back to you, forehead pressed against the cool glass. You spoke again, but this time she understood.
Find me.
Natalie squeezed her eyes shut with a final cry of despair. When she opened them, it felt like she'd woken with a violent jolt. Her breath tears painfully into her lungs as she jerks upright, disoriented, one hand flying instinctively toward the base of her throat.
She sat completely still, heart refusing to slow its rapid beating, alone in the cold attic, where she had been the whole time. The window rattled softly in its frame as Natalie stared at it from afar for several seconds. Then, against her better judgment, Natalie crawled closer. Outside, snow continued to fall over the wilderness, steadily erasing every trace of what might've been there before.
She stared into it anyway. Find me. She wasn't sure whether she'd dreamed those words. She's even less sure she cares. Because they'll find you... they had to.
Natalie settled back against the wall, pulling her knees toward her chest as she stared through the window. She could already picture it happening. Not finding you- not yet. She wouldn't let herself imagine exactly where you were, or what condition you'd be in when she finally got to you.
She pictured what would come after...
Someone will find them first. A plane. A helicopter. A search party stumbling through the trees. Something. People will come pouring into the cabin with blankets and food and questions, and Natalie won't answer a single fucking one until somebody listens to her.
There's someone else.
She'll tell them your name. Your height. What you were wearing. Where she'd last seen you. She'll point toward every place she and Travis searched and then every place they didn't. She'll tell them about the glimpses between the trees and the perfume and your voice and find me, even if they look at her like she's lost her mind.
She'll make them believe her. And if they don't, she'll make them search anyway.
They won't put her on some helicopter and fly her away while you're still out here. They can drag her onto it kicking and screaming if they want; she'll jump right back out. She'll tell reporters. Police. Your parents. Her mom. Anybody who will listen. She's still out there. And eventually someone will find you.
Maybe Natalie will be there when they do... She likes that version best. She imagines spotting you first. Of course she does. After months of catching pieces of you where you weren't, eventually she'll look between the trees, and you'll actually be standing there.
You'll probably cry- you've always been sensitive and emotional and hate being alone, so she can only imagine the breakdown you'll have. She'll definitely cry. She'll hold onto you so tightly that somebody will eventually have to tell her to loosen her grip, and even then she won't really listen. Then they'll take you both home.
Home.
Natalie lets her head fall against the wall. She hasn't allowed herself to think about home like this in months. It used to feel impossible, now it unfolds behind her closed eyes with such clarity that she can practically touch it.
She'll do everything differently, that's the promise she makes. No more acting like she doesn't care because caring about somebody gives them the opportunity to hurt her. No more brushing you off when you're being too nice because she can't figure out what you could possibly want from her. No more pretending your invitations annoy her when she's secretly memorized every single one.
She'll let you know.... every stupid thing she's swallowed down because saying it would've made it real- she'll tell you. She'll tell you she missed you. She'll tell you she looked for you. She'll tell you that every time she thought she saw you between the trees, some pathetic part of her heart genuinely believed that if she ran fast enough, she'd catch up. She'll tell you she never stopped.
And she'll love you honestly this time. Not carefully. Not from three feet away. Not disguised beneath sarcasm or an eye roll whenever you get too close to figuring her out.
Honestly.
She'll let herself have you.
It'll all be so perfect. You'll be warm and tangible against her chest, the smell of your shampoo suffocating her in a way that will make sense. Your bed will be comfy and soft, and you'll take so many more naps cuddled up in the soft glow of your room. Or you'll get an apartment like you always used to say, where you'll both stay, and Nat will go to work while you go to school. Your sweaters will be clean, and she'll get to see you in those stupid tiny skirts that always ended up getting pushed up and out of the way...
She'll get to pull your panties off and pocket them for later, or be impatient and just tug them to the side as she eats you out, tugging you by the hips, arms locked around your thighs to keep you pressed against her tongue. Or when she loses her own panties and decides to slot her hips against yours, slick combining between you as your clits bump together.
Or when she tightens the straps of her harness around her thighs, silicone cock phantomly pulsing at her hips as she stares into your glistening cunt. She'll finally get to slip inside you and feel the warmth of your core. At this point, Nat is convinced that her sheer desperation and need for you would be enough to get you pregnant.
In her mind, she's already gripping your hips to the point of bruising, pounding her cock so deep into your core that she's practically imbedding the memory of herself there. Already visualizing her cum dripping out of you as you lay face down, ass arched high enough that it should keep her release inside, but there it is, glistening out of your weeping hole and against your pulsing clit. She's thinking about flipping you over and diving right back in, plugging you up as she lets her desperation flood her movements. This round less animalistic and more devoted; she's sucking the prettiest marks into your neck, collarbones, chest- anywhere she can reach- as you're holding onto her so tightly she doesn't even have to worry about the two of you ever being separated again.
It will be perfect...
Once they find her, she'll tell them where the others are, and after they are all rescued, she'll go back to looking for you. She won't leave until you're there with her, and someone else can see it too. They'll have to drag her screaming, crying, and fighting if it came down to leaving without you...
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🌸- just some Mom!Lotttie hcs I've been thinking about.
⚠️- warnings-⚠️ teenpregnancy!Lottie, No crash Au, mostly fluff, some smut at the end, vaginal fingering, forcing to be quiet.
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Mom!Lottie who you met at a coffee place when her, who looks to be about 4 years old, son spilt her coffee on the bench you were sitting on.
"Oh my- I- I'm so so sorry, he's out of control I swear." you hear before you can even process what's happening. you look down to see the brown warm liquid that has made its way to your jeans, the sticky fluid staining them instantly.
"O-oh its okay, no worries" you say, trying to process what just happened, this lady whom you never met before was beyond beautiful, you were stunned by her beauty, so much so you made a fool of yourself trying to apologize.
Mom!Lottie who tries to scold her son for purposely spilling her coffee, but is flattered by you and also makes a fool out of herself, the two of you absolutely star struck by each other.
Mom!Lottie who introduces herself after she scrambled to help clean up the mess, and tries to offer you a new pair of jeans and another coffee on her,
"Please let me get you another pair or pants and a coffee, I feel horrible" she says pleading with you,
"Okay, here, 10:30, Monday, it's a date." you blurt out before you could even think about how to reply to her. your chest and face immediately turn cherry red from embarrassment.
"O-oh okay, sure, Tanner will be at school then so th-that works... o-oh! yeah, this is Tanner, he's stubborn beyond belief" she stumbles on her words, in shock you just asked her on a date, but also surprised she said yes.
"Well, Tanner, it was nice to meet you, but you better start behaving for your mother," you say looking at him, pouting because of being yelled at earlier, "And, Lottie, I'll be seeing you on Monday" you say looking at her beautiful, flustered face,
"Y-Yeah Monday, 10:30, it's a date" she recites back to you. you both smile at each other before you walk out of the door.
Mom!Lottie who, after dropping Tanner off at school, spends all of her time getting ready for this date, she has to look perfect.
Mom!Lottie who gets there 20 minutes early to mentally prepare but absolutely loses it when she sees you walk in and immediately lock eyes with her. god how could you be so mesmerizing.
when you sat down, you were greeted with a fresh coffee and a new pair of jeans, ones she thought you'd like,
"Lottie, w-wow this is amazing, but you really didn't have to, it was just a little stain." you say while in awe of how nice this was of her, causing you to blush.
"Well, who would I be to leave my date unimpressed on the first date?" she says, trying to hold eye contact but blushing to hard and looking down at her hands after, "I-I just though it was a nice gesture an-"
"Lottie, it's wonderful, truly, I-I'm flattered" you interrupt her rambling to make it clear you appreciate it.
Mom!Lottie who is absolutely in love, head over heels, after only a few dates, she's always wearing her best clothes for you, clothes that make you weak, which she notices.
Mom!Lottie who just melts watching you play with tanner on her living room floor in her apartment, seeing those glances you give her while watching you be so gentle and sweet with him males her fall even harder.
Mom!Lottie who is always so stressed and overwhelmed from trying to manage a child and a job as a single mom, is so grateful for you, letting her absolutely melt in your arms after a long day.
Some days, you'll go to her apartment while she's at work and clean up the place, clean up the mess of tanners toys sprawled out on the living room floor, doing and folding the laundry, and cooking meals for the two of them when she comes home from picking him up from school. On particularly rough days for Lottie, you'll pick Tanner up yourself, shooting Lottie a quick text to tell her,
"Tanners mine for the afternoon, enjoy the quiet house, will be home around 8, luv you X"
This absolutely makes her crave you in ways she thought was humanly impossible. You'll take him to the movies or just go on a new lego shopping spree and pick up some ice cream while you're at it. Seeing how Tanner runs in the door to her arms, and tells her about what he calls "THE BEST DAY EVERR" melts both your heart and Lotties.
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Mom!Lottie who comes into the living room after putting tanner to bed, immediately climbing onto your lap, straddling you kissing you with a hunger that you definitely could not complain about.
"Mmmm how'd I get so lucky to have you," she purrs into your mouth while kissing you, her hot breath in your mouth sending shivers down your spine,
you grab her hips, guiding her, while she subconsciously grinds back and fourth in your lap, making her moan into your mouth.
Mom!Lottie who, when cuddling while watching a movie, your hand on her thigh, moves you hand higher and higher under the blanket until it gets to to the spot she needs you most,
Unable to resist her, with that needy, puppy eyed look she gives you, you push your hand into her pants, immediately your fingers are coated with her slick that is soaking right through her panties.
Wasting no time at all you shove you hand under the waistband of her panties and rub her folds and put pressure where she's craving it the most. She moans at your actions but your remind her that Tanner is asleep in the other room and to not be to loud.
Mom!Lottie who bites her lips and shoves her head into your shoulders, hoping to subside the volume of her pathetic noises she's making for you. By the time you have your fingers fully inside of her, she's grabbing onto you arm with all her strength biting your arm to fight the urge to scream, the pain of her bite only making you fuck her harder.
Mom!Lottie who loves to sext you and tease you when you are apart., sending you nudes, and very naughty texts while you both are trying to work.
On days she gets off a little earlier, she loves to put on a show for you in your inbox, sending you videos of her stripping down into her lacy black lingerie she wore just for you, or fucking herself with her new vibrator she bought, coming right on camera, just for you to enjoy. All before picking up Tanner and meeting you at back at home like nothing happened.
This was SO fun to write, there will be more Mom! hcs/fics in the future.
As always, requests are open, I'll write pretty much anything for the characters in my masterlist,
Check out Wilderness Rivalry, chapter 2 coming soon.
Kinktober list will also be coming out in the near future... ;))
g!p Jackie who seems like a calm and gentle person to everyone, but when the evening comes and you meet, she turns into a sex demon
g!p Jackie, who cares about you practically all the time. Whether it's something like getting a bad grade or just feeling down, she's always there and always will be.
g!p Jackie, who would rather please you than have you please her. She'd rather lie between your thighs and spend hours there than have you kneel in front of her and take her cock into your mouth.
g!p Jackie who jerks off every night when you're not around thinking about you and how good you are to her
g!p Jackie who hates arguing but when you do it always ends with apology sex
g!p Jackie who loves going shopping with you. Buying matching clothes with you is her favorite pastime.
g!p Jackie, who takes you on a date at least once in a while. Sometimes it's a restaurant, sometimes just a walk in the woods.
g!p Jackie, who loves receiving pictures from you in your underwear. Often, to annoy her a little, you send her pictures at school while Jackie is sitting in some boring class, then she gets your picture and can't stand it when she comes home and fucks you so hard you won't be able to walk the next day.
g!p Jackie who loves to call you flower
g!p Jackie who often drags you to the toilet during breaks to make out with you
pairing: Jackie Taylor x f!r
summary: "I wish Jackie Taylor loved me more than anyone in the world."
note: spoilers for the movie obsession in a way. blood. murder. etc. no actual non-con
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"Thanks again for the ride home," Jackie said, turning her head to smile at you.
You grinned almost against your will. Everything with Jackie felt like it was dragged out of you
This crush you had was so consuming it was embarrassing. Usually crushes on girls far out of your league were just that: far. But Jackie more than gave you the time of day. The two of you were teammates and maybe even friends. You hung out together outside of practice all the time even if she always insisted on bringing Shauna along with her.
It was one of the only times you can remember being truly alone with Jackie. If this wasn't your chance, you didn't know what was. Tomorrow would be the plane to nationals, then prom, and graduation, and then it would be over. You would go to college without ever getting a chance to talk to Jackie about how you really felt.
"Yeah, anytime," you said. "I'm just surprised you wanted to go home with me."
Not like she didn't have any options. Some of your teammates were practically lined up to get on Jackie's good side, especially the younger ones. You found that you couldn't blame them for it.
"I just feel like we haven't spent a lot of time together recently."
You turned to look at her in surprise. Jackie was pouting as she twisted a finger around in her necklace. The streetlight caught her face so enchantingly that you nearly crashed the car from staring at her. It was an effort of will to tear your eyes back to the road.
The gift you got her sat heavily in your pocket, just like it had all night. You couldn't stop thinking about it, like it was burning against your thigh. Every time you took a step at that party, you thought about giving it to her. And here it was, the end of the night, and you still had it.
You still didn't do it.
"Yeah?"You tried not to sound excited. "I feel like that too, actually. I—"
"You know, Shauna was asking about you at the party earlier."
You frowned. That was a little out of nowhere and definitely not where you wanted the conversation to go. You had to steer it back somehow, but Jackie was insistent.
"How do you feel about that?" She asked.
"Are you asking me if I like Shauna?"
"I'm asking you how you feel about Shauna. If you like Shauna, that would be a feeling, dummy." Jackie reached over to shove lightly at your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and slapped her hand away as she giggled.
"So?" she prompted.
"I like her as a friend, I guess," you admit.
In truth, you had never really thought about Shauna like that. Not even in a passing thought kind of way. You never saw her without Jackie, and when Jackie was there, you only ever thought about her. Did Shauna like you like that? She must have if Jackie brought it up to you.
Did Jackie just not care that someone else liked you? You weren't sure what that meant for you, but it couldn't be good.
Jackie groaned. "I figured. I mean, she's just so obvious sometimes. When I have a crush, no one knows."
You look over at her. Did that mean what you thought it meant? It made you hopeful that something might actually come out of this pointless crush you had been harboring on her for so long.
When I have a crush, no one knows.
She certainly hadn't acted like she had a crush on you. If she did, you would certainly be the last one to know. It's not like Jackie would hold it against you if you tried to shoot your shot. It might be a little awkward at nationals for a while, and maybe Shauna would ice you out, but she probably wouldn't tell anyone else. Jackie was nice like that.
"Hey, Jackie—"
"This is me!" She said, pointing out her house as you drive up to it.
Of course it was her house. It wasn't like it was the first time you had ever been there, but usually Shauna was driving.
You let the car roll to a stop by her driveway as you tried to think of something to say as your moment trickled away.
"Okay. Bye," Jackie said, popping the door open and stepping out onto the street.
You can feel your heart pounding away in your chest like it was trying to escape from your ribs. "Jackie, wait."
She swiveled around on one foot, leaning down to brace her forearms on the doorframe as she peered through the window. "Yeah?"
"I just… wanted to tell you…"
I have a gift for you. I have feelings for you. I got you something. Do you want to, maybe, go out to dinner sometime? Will you put me out of my misery?
Jackie waited patiently, a faint smile on her face. You lost your courage again.
"It's nothing. Never mind. I'm sorry. It's been a long night."
She frowned before she straightened back up. "Don't worry about it. I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah." Pathetic. You sat sullenly in the driver's seat as you watched her walk up to her front door. You watched her as she pulled her keys out of her jacket pocket. Watched as she unlocked the door and let herself inside. Watched and waved as she looked over her shoulder one last time in the doorway. Watched as she shut the door behind her.
Never saying a word.
"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, slamming your hands against the steering wheel.
You leaned back into your seat, wincing as you flexed your hands. Bruises just waiting to happen—you could already feel it.
It was so stupid getting her something you knew she wouldn't even like. Jackie was never into that mythic weirdo shit. She wouldn't even give Mari the time of day talking about Zodiacs. She probably would have just laughed in your face about it anyway.
If you had had the balls to actually give it to her. You couldn't even tell her you liked her when she practically offered the opportunity up.
Who does that?
It took a feat of acrobatics to pull the box out of the pocket of your jeans, but you managed. You stared down at the One Wish Willow and felt mocked by the words staring back at you. "THE ONE WISH WILLOW. SPARK THE MIDDLE AND BREAK IT IN HALF!"
You fumbled your way through the packaging, listening to the sound of the cheesy wind-up music as you stared down at it.
Fuck it.
You cracked the stick in half. "I wish Jackie Taylor loved me more than anyone in the world."
You dropped it in the backseat, laughing into your hands as you rested your head on the steering wheel.
"So fucking stupid," you mumbled, tapping your forehead gently against the rim. That was it. Tomorrow you would have to smile and laugh like nothing was wrong when you boarded the plane to Seattle. Jackie would hate you for bringing it up when the team was so close to becoming something. This was the real deal.
"Hey."
You startled at the sound, jerking back from the steering wheel so hard that you nearly hit your head on the headrest. Jackie was bent down in your window again, staring at you intensely. There was a look there that you had never seen before. It felt like it wasn't meant for you.
"Hey. I'm sorry. I dropped something on the floor. I was just… looking for it."
The excuse felt weak, but Jackie nodded along like it made perfect sense. You weren't even holding anything you could have dropped.
"Did you find it?"
"Find what?" You asked thoughtlessly. Idiot. "I mean, yeah. I found it."
"That's good. That's, like, so good." Jackie stared at you, eyes not leaving your face for a moment. You tried not to squirm at the scrutiny. "You're so good at finding stuff. At everything."
"Thanks." It came out as more of a question than it should have. You didn't know what to make of this conversation. It felt like you were constantly one step behind and stumbling after her.
"Why don't you come inside? You can help me find..." Jackie hesitated. "Find my other pair of cleats. I need an expert. You might as well just sleep over, right? We're going the same place in the morning."
"Jackie. I think you might be a little drunk." You forced an awkward laugh. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?
Jackie frowned again. You didn't like that frown. It looked different, somehow, from the one you were used to. Unsettling in a way a simple expression shouldn't be.
"I get it," she said suddenly, her frown turned upside down as she opened the door to your car. She plopped back down into the passenger seat and buckled up as you gaped at her. "You want to take me back to your house. That's okay. I like your room."
"Jackie, I don't understand. I think you really need to go home."
Jackie's lip trembled before she broke out into sobs. "I'm sorry! I just don't want to be alone right now. Jeff broke up with me at the party, and my house is so quiet, and I don't want to be by myself."
She threw herself into your arms the best she could with her seatbelt still on. That might be the weirdest part. Jackie never wanted to put her seatbelt on. You always had to force her to do it.
"No, don't cry," you pleaded. You had an armful of crying Jackie Taylor and could not handle it. Oh my God. You grew more respect for Shauna. "Let's go to my house, okay? We can have a sleepover. You just have to go get your bags. How does that sound?"
Jackie stopped crying immediately. "Okay."
You watched her prance back up to her front door without another word, presumably to go get her bags for tomorrow. She doesn't even close the door behind her until she comes back out.
"Let's go."
Right.
Sure.
...
Shauna stared as she got onto the plane. First at Jackie, then at you. Confusion turned into disbelief, which turned into accusation, and all the while she had not moved from the doorway.
"Fucking move it, Shipman," Mari snapped from behind her on the stairs.
You couldn't blame Shauna for her reaction: you were feeling much the same way at your predicament.
Jackie deciding she needed to go home with you was one thing. Pulling you into Shauna's seat, also known as any seat next to Jackie, and holding your hand was another entirely.
Shauna glared at Jackie, and all she did was smile back. That only pissed Shauna off further, but it was enough to get her moving as she stormed into the seat behind you.
"What the fuck?" Mari muttered as she passed down the aisle.
Yeah. What the fuck? She took the words right out of your mouth. You were too delighted and confused to question Jackie on what she was doing. As if a question would alert the pod person that replaced Jackie that you were on to her.
"You didn't bother to let me know you'd already gotten a ride?" Shauna asked as she shoved her bag into the bin. "I sat outside your house for a fucking hour, Jackie."
You winced. Jackie had assured you that she wouldn't forget to call Shauna this morning and let her know that she found a different ride. It seemed that it slipped her mind regardless.
Shauna's anger made more sense knowing what you did now.
You half-expected Jackie to go running into Shauna's arms to apologize. At the very least you expected her to switch seats to sit next to her best friend instead. That was what she normally did. You had never seen the two of them mad at each other for more than a day or two.
Jackie doesn't even move to apologize. She buried her head into your shoulder, nuzzling her forehead into your neck.
"Sorry, that's… probably my fault," you said.
For the lack of anything else to say in the face of Jackie's sudden silence more than any real guilt. Of all the times she decided to go mute, it had to be now. You could think of at least five situations off the top of your head that could have been saved by Jackie keeping things to herself.
"Right," Shauna said stiffly.
You turned in your seat to look back at her, concerned at possibly having the misfortune of being on the wrong side of Shauna Shipman. She could hold a grudge like no one else.
Jackie didn't turn her head until you did with a small frown at having lost your attention to Shauna.
"What's wrong?" Jackie asked.
The question seemed poised to you instead of Shauna, whose hands had already begun to shake in repressed anger.
Jackie stared directly into your eyes until you tried to look away. Tried, as it was soon followed by fingers turning your chin to force you to look at her again.
"Are you mad at me?" she whispered. It was the way she said it that really got to you. Mad. Her bottom lip quivered like she might burst into tears if you said anything in confirmation.
Mad? How could you possibly be mad at her?
"N—no. Not mad," you said, melting in your seat in response to that look on her face.
Jackie perked right back up, squeezing your hand hard enough to make you gasp. Her face creased in confusion as she stared down at your hands, her thumb running slowly over your knuckles.
"What?" she questioned, voice high and panicked as she dropped your hand.
"Jackie?"
You wondered if she forgot something at home, but you couldn't think of anything that might bring that much panic. Maybe she finally realized how much she upset Shauna. The idea was a relief.
"What?" Jackie laughed.
She smiled playfully, grabbing your hand again like nothing was wrong. You should have been more concerned about what just happened, but then she used her ultimate weapon.
Jackie lifted your hand into both of hers, her fingers as cold as always, and turned it palm up. She pressed her own against it so that your wrists lined up, adjusting it with tiny, precise movements like she was overlooking a particularly sensitive experiment.
It really wasn't fair to distract you that way. She had been seriously weird. But then her tongue peeked out between her teeth as she carefully studied the difference in your hands, and you forgot what the issue was.
Her hand was smaller, fingertips stopping just short of yours, but it felt like an immeasurable difference with how closely she watched. Her palm fit almost neatly inside your own, even as she spread her fingers wider in an attempt to match.
"Hmm," she muttered thoughtfully, squinting suspiciously like something might change if she only looked harder.
She gave a satisfied nod at whatever she found, but she didn't let go now that the comparison was over. She curled her fingers between yours before you could say anything. You hoped she liked what she found.
Whatever it was.
"Sorry or whatever," Jackie said, the words coming out in a rush like she hated every single one of them. As if she couldn't wait to be done talking to Shauna.
It was startling. You wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't just witnessed it. You weren't entirely sure if you believed it even then. It took a momentary eternity for either you or Shauna to gather a response.
All the while, Jackie stared hopefully at you. Just a tinge of anxiety like a puppy that had finally learned a trick and was waiting for a treat. Her shoulders were stiff with the effort of looking cool and casual. It was achingly familiar. A look you'd seen a hundred times as Jackie took her place on the field or took charge in the locker room.
You smiled cautiously. It was more of an acknowledgement than an encouragement, still stuck on how weird this whole day had been, but somebody obviously forgot to tell Jackie that. Her expression lit up with excitement, bringing you right back to the puppy thing.
Shauna looked like she was about to be sick. She stared at Jackie like she was speaking a language Shauna didn't know. Cheeks pale, eyes wide, lips pressed together so tightly they nearly disappeared. She ducked her head, blinking down at the floor as she tugged at the ends of her flannel.
"Whatever." Her voice was rough as she brought a hand up to rub at the side of her face like she was tired, eyes strangely bright before she turned to stare out the window instead.
...
You remembered bits and pieces of the plane crash, beginning with the ache in your forehead as it slammed against Jackie's on the way down. The smell of smoke is your next real memory, pulling you out of your disorientation just enough for you to finally open your eyes.
Hands fumbled with your seat belt before you were put together enough to do it yourself. A good thing, too. If you were in your right mind, you might have passed right back out with the knowledge of those hands being so close to your waistband.
The shock of being free was followed by the shock of being bodily pulled out of your seat and dragged down the aisle. You stumbled as you struggled to keep your feet beneath you. It was totally disorienting—the sounds of the plane groaning, the screaming of your teammates, the fire blazing, the blood dripping down your forehead and into your eyes. You could hardly see through the haze of smoke and blood.
The only constant was Jackie.
Surprisingly calm Jackie, always reliable in a crisis, was never put to the test quite like this. It was surely a step or two above carrying extra tampons in case someone ran out at an away game. If anyone could prep for a plane crash, it would be her, right?
The sight of sunlight shining through the smoke was a relief like you'd never known, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Shauna struggling to get out of her seat.
"Oh, shit. Shauna!" You cried out.
You tried to push away from Jackie to get to save her, not for a moment expecting to find any real resistance, only to pull short as surprisingly strong arms wrapped around you and practically threw you out of the plane.
The taste of dirt on your tongue as you crashed to the ground for the second time today was still preferable to being on that plane, but not by much. You don't even take a second to breath before you're fighting your way out of Jackie's arms to get back on that plane. She hit the dirt hard as you managed to get back on your feet.
You were quick to join her as Shauna came barreling out of that plane and smacking straight into you.
It was the first time you've truly seen Jackie upset. The look on her face as Shauna fell on top of you, tangled together in a mess of limbs, was terrifying. Shauna lay on top of you longer than strictly necessary before pushing herself up onto her hands and knees and up onto her feet. You feared Jackie might somehow kill her with just her eyes.
"What the fuck, Jackie!" Shauna yelled. It was almost a scream. Shrill and attention-grabbing, half of the girls immediately stopped what they were doing to watch the show. Even in a crisis they were helplessly nosy.
Your ears were ringing from the volume of it. You winced, bringing a hand up to rub at your forehead only for it to be slapped away as nimble fingers took their place. Jackie pulled your head on to her lap as she sat there happily in the dirt.
"You're fine, aren't you?" Jackie asked, frowning as you tried to sit up. She pressed a hand down on your chest, and you took the hint for once.
"You left me to die." The words cut like a knife.
"Did you, though? Don't be so dramatic, Shipman."
"Fuck you." Shauna was so mad she was spitting. "And you…" She pointed a finger in your direction. Her hand shook before she lowered it. Storming off without another word.
Jackie rolled her eyes before pushing hair away from your forehead. She had to be careful where it was already matted with blood.
"Look," she said happily. "We're matching."
"Are we?"
"Yeah." She shook her head rapidly. "It's like… we're connected, you know? Everyone will know."
"Oh. "You stared dumbly up at the trees as you tried to decide if they were spinning or if it was just you. "Okay."
...
"Oh, thanks," you said, accepting the offered snack. You had almost bit into it before the thought struck you. It's not like there was extra going around. "Jackie, isn't this yours?"
"I want you to have it," she said happily, nudging your hand back toward your mouth like she saw no problem with offering up her portion of the only food source you had available to you.
"Don't be ridiculous." You try to keep your voice as firm as possible, but Jackie isn't buying it. Not even the slightest bit impressed with your attempt. She stared down at you impatiently as she stood in front of you. It was starting to gather attention from your teammates. Negative, on Shauna's behalf. Confused on everyone else's. You had somehow become the star of the wilderness reality show, and it was entirely Jackie's fault.
You reluctantly ate the food. It was a stupid move on Jackie's part, but that was none of your business. She was an adult, after all. You could trust her to make her own decisions. Besides, you were half hoping the hunger pains might finally bring Jackie back into her right mind. She had been behaving like she lost her mind since that party.
For a moment, just the briefest seconds, you wondered if it could have anything to do with that wish you made. But that would be stupid. It's not like you really believed in that kind of thing or you never would have made that wish in the first place. You like to believe that you wouldn't. The idea doesn't need any further consideration. You don't like what it would say about you as a person.
But it would explain some things, wouldn't it? If it was real, that is. Which it isn't. You think of the crumbled box stuffed haphazardly in your bag when Jackie had knocked on your window, and you wonder. You don't let it be any more than that.
Jackie had been obsessed with you from the moment the plane landed, and it only seemed to get worse as the days passed. Fretting over you like you were a favored pet. It had been exhilarating at first; truthfully, it still was, but it grew more concerning the longer it went on. Clearly you weren't the only one who thought that way.
The glares from Shauna had turned into widespread stares from everyone else after about three hours of it. No one could make sense of it. You were safe from the judgment of Travis and Javi on account of them having bigger things to worry about. You thought the other girls did too, but even in a plane crash they would still be up in your business.
If it happened to anyone else, you would have been gossiping it up with the rest of them. Since it happened to you, you thought it was really quite rude.
Jackie hadn't seemed bothered by the attention. Not that Jackie was ever bothered by attention. Content with hanging off your arm and laughing at your jokes like she owed you money. You had never heard get laugh more, and you weren't even trying to be funny.
You just couldn't wrap your head around it. Jackie brushed a crumb away from your lips with her thumb and followed it up with a chaste kiss.
Maybe some things weren't meant to be understood.
...
"Did anyone know that Jackie was like… gay?" Mari asked in a low whisper as she shared a look between the other girls. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." She rushed to add that on at the suspicious looks she was getting.
Maybe Van, Tai, and Melissa weren't the right people to have this conversation with. Akilah would have understood her.
"Shauna certainly wasn't expecting it," Van muttered under her breath. Tai laughed, and Mari didn't understand why. It really wasn't that funny.
"Do you think Shauna's upset about it?" Melissa asked. There was a strange emphasis there Mari didn't understand, so she just ignored it.
"Do you think it was a head injury, maybe?" Mari thought that had to be the most likely explanation at this point. Nothing else made sense. Maybe Jackie was getting blackmailed?
Van snickered. "A head injury that makes you gay?"
"Well,. Mari crossed her arms haughtily. "Does anyone else have a better idea?" She paused. "No. I didn't think so."
Melissa broke the silence that had taken over. "Do you think?" She looked thoughtfully.
Tai gave Melissa a questioning look.
"That it could work?"
...
"Fuck!" Shauna cried out as she was suddenly jolted awake.
It was loud enough to wake you up along with her. Jackie hardly stirred from where she was wrapped so tightly around you. You don't remember her being so close when you fell asleep, but you weren't about to wake her up and ask her.
"Shauna?" You question groggily.
"Yeah, fuck," she muttered. "Sorry—I, I think something hit my head."
You stared blindly up at the trees in the utter darkness. "Like a pine cone?"
"It felt like a rock?"
"Weird," Melissa said nervously, startling the both of you.
…
"Could you just… pick it up?" You asked, watching Jackie's reaction closely.
It was frighteningly easy to set her off nowadays. The short string was always more of a Shauna thing than a Jackie thing. You either adapted to it or you didn't. Most of the girls were decidedly on the other side of the fence. Misty jumped back and forth depending on who she was talking to. You didn't like to spend much time thinking of Misty, anyway.
Jackie really started to remind you of her.
You didn't dare think that loudly enough in Jackie's presence in fear that she might somehow read your mind. The girl just knew things lately.
Jackie stared down at the bucket impassively. You hoped she would at least consider it, but it didn't look like that particular dream would come to fruition any time soon.
"Would it make you happy?" Jackie asked, delicate fingers curling around the handle.
"Yes! Yes. That would make me really, really happy, Jackie." The words come out jumbled with how eager you were to say them.
You repeated yourself, but it mattered little to Jackie, who finally picked up the water pail. You almost cried tears of joy at finally convincing Jackie to do something.
The other girls were close to doing something drastic if she didn't start contributing something useful soon. Staring at you and following you around didn't make for the most productive of hobbies.
She followed happily after you as you made your way back to the cabin, humming beneath her breath as she swung her arms by her side. It wouldn't last long—the pail or the humming. Jackie had never been comfortable with an empty silence, but lately it seemed like it physically hurt her where you were concerned.
"What are you thinking about?" Like clockwork.
"You." Normally you wouldn't have dared to admit that, but it was hardly like you could have out-weirded Jackie Taylor as of late.
"Really?"
You nodded. You held out a hand to take Jackie's bucket. It might have been better just to hand it to her before you were in sight of the cabin. The last thing she needed was to be questioned on a half-empty bucket. The girl had practically taken a vow of silence to everyone that wasn't you.
"I was thinking about you, too."
"I know."
"I'm glad." Jackie tried to hold your hand and sighed when she encountered the bucket. "Do we have to bring them both back?"
"Yes, Jackie."
"But—"
"It would make me really happy." It worked before.
"Okay," Jackie said defeatedly.
Good. That was good. It meant that—
Water splashed over the rims of the pails as Jackie grabbed your arm, jerking it away from your body so she could wrap an arm around your elbow.
"Okay," you muttered, adjusting your grip on the handles to accommodate her. You were doing a lot of that lately too.
"Do you think we could sleep together again?"
Why Jackie asked, you never knew. It's not like she would have actually taken a no as an answer. You tried not to be too concerned with that. People like assertive women, right? Jackie had veered right past Go and could not collect her $200, but maybe you could just have a conversation with her about it.
If only you worked up the courage.
It seemed unlikely.
"I'm not sure if that's the best idea." It was normal to want space for one night. You weren't even dating. Not really. You swore she was watching you in your sleep. That and the crying made it impossible to get a good night's sleep.
"No," Jackie snapped, nails digging into your forearm. You thought it might bleed from how painful it was. It was a struggle not to cry out.
Then, all of the sudden, the pressure was gone.
"If you think that's best," she said.
Just like that. Any questions you had were stifled on account of how frightened you were.
"Yes," you said hesitantly.
"Don't be upset." The blank, almost robotic tone did little toward making you feel better. It was like being comforted by the terminator.
Jackie leaned close and tried to kiss you to cheer you up. What loser had she learned that from?
Probably Jeff.
You turned your head so her lips touched your cheek instead. A hand grabbed your chin and forcibly turned your head so she could kiss you properly. She frowned disappointedly at you when she let you go.
"Don't be so grouchy." Her eyes lit up. "I've got the perfect thing for you. I'll make you tea when we get back, okay?"
"Okay. "You were already dreading whatever concoction would be waiting for you when she was done. "Can't wait."
...
The last thing you remembered before you woke up—next to Jackie and well into the next day—was how funny that tea tasted.
...
Lottie stared off into the woods as she sat with her back to the cabin wall. It had been hard to make sense of all she was seeing. Hallucinations or visions. Fact or fiction.
She hadn't wanted to believe, not at first, but it only became harder the more things seemed to fall into place. Especially Jackie. Lottie had been seeing a lot of her lately. She swore she could hear her screaming in her dreams.
No one knew what to make of Jackie anymore. At least she wasn't alone in something.
Lottie shot up onto her feet when she saw Jackie rushing out of the cabin like it was on fire.
"Jackie!" Lottie called out hesitantly.
Jackie came to a reluctant stop as she looked back over her shoulder.
"What?" Short and impatient, just like every conversation Jackie's had since the crash. Jackie was vibrating with the beer to run off. Lottie already regretted asking, but she just had to know.
"Were you… watching Y/N sleep?"
Jackie laughed. The amusement didn't reach her eyes. Not much has been done lately. Lottie understood that there wasn't much to smoke about.
"Of course not, Lottie. That would be so weird, right? Maybe you should talk to someone."
"T—talk?" Lottie stuttered.
"Yeah, everyone's talking about how weird you've been acting lately."
Lottie froze, her heart beat pounding in her ears. Her hands began to shake.
"What?"
"And, just between the two of us, I saw you taking those pills. By the plane. Are you like… crazy?"
"No! No, I'm not…" Lottie could hardly breath. She curled her arms around her chest in some semblance of an embrace. She would kill for a hug. Lottie tried fruitlessly to convince Jackie that she wasn't that.
Jackie just looked on with that same cruel smile. Lottie had never seen her look that far from a Hallmark movie.
"I'd just hate for you to tell that to Y/N and get laughed at," Jackie said. Her voice made Lottie shiver. What even was that? "She might not be so understanding. Like me."
Lottie nodded quickly, head bobbing as she stumbled back. Jackie ran off like nothing ever happened.
She took a moment to steady herself. She wanted Laura Lee.
...
Shauna was watching you. That wasn't anything new. You had caught her staring as far back as the soccer pitch, but there was an anger present that hadn't been there before.
You cracked.
"What?" you asked. Shauna stayed silent. "The fuck is your problem?"
"You." Shauna threw down the sticks she had been collecting as she stalked forward. She backed you up against a tree and knocked everything out of your hands.
"You're my problem." The words were venomous. "Where the fuck did you get that? Did she give it to you?"
"Get what?"
"The necklace, idiot. Jackie's necklace."
You reached up to touch your neck. The chain was cold beneath your fingers, but you hadn't noticed it before. You hadn't remembered putting it on in first place. Sort of like the way you hadn't remembered falling asleep.
"I don't know," you admitted. "I didn't realize I had it on in the first place."
Shauna clearly didn't buy it. She grabbed the necklace, hooking one finger in the chain and tugging you by it.
You gulped.
"What is it about you?" She didn't wait for the answer you didn't have. "She didn't even like you two months ago, and now you're attached at the fucking hip."
You tensed. It could be another one of Shauna's jealous rages at someone being close to Jackie, but you couldn't be sure. You think of the One Wish Willow again.
I wish Jackie Taylor loved me more than anyone in the world.
No. It couldn't be possible.
"She changed her mind," you said weakly. You hardly believed the words as you spoke them. Shauna believed it even less.
"She didn't even break up with Jeff, but I guess a plane crash counts."
Your eyes widened noticeably. Enough that even Shauna caught on. Jackie swore that she broke up with Jeff. She lied to your face, multiple times, and you had no idea. Hadn't even suspected it. That burned.
"You didn't know?" She was excited to rub it in. "She was talking about losing it to him one day, and then the next she's all over you."
Shauna let go of you to run a frustrated hand through her hair. "She only wants you because I—"
Shauna stopped short. She waited for you to say something. When nothing came, she stormed off. Leaving the sticks and you behind.
...
That conversation didn't sit easily with you that night. You stayed up long into the night just thinking about it, over and over again. Jackie had lied to you, lied straight to your face about breaking up with Jeff. It was hardly the strangest thing she's done lately, but there's something about it that just stuck with you.
There was no reason to lie about that, especially since it was before she started acting like that. The more you thought about it, the more unsettling it became. Being afraid to ask her should have been answer enough.
She was asleep next to you, at least you thought she was, but you would have sworn there was someone watching you. Once you finally gathered the courage, you turned your head to look at her. She was looking right at you, a grin on her face that wouldn't go amiss in a horror movie.
"Aren't you tired?" you ask quietly, aware of how many girls were sleeping around you.
"How could I be tired? You're here."
You frowned. "That doesn't make sense, Jackie."
"Don't frown at me," Jackie said immediately, her voice rising. You panicked as you looked around the room, mortified at the possibility of Jackie waking them up yelling at you.
"No, no, no. Don't be mad. I'm sorry." Incredibly pathetic of you, but entirely too necessary. You've been making enough enemies out here without adding waking everybody up to the list.
"I don't like it when you frown at me. Why would you do that? I didn't do anything wrong."
"No, you didn't. You're right."
"Do you mean—"
"Shut the fuck up, Jackie," Shauna said.
You quickly shut your eyes in case she turned on you too.
...
Jackie was gone by the time you woke up, but she left something behind for you. There was a paper ripped from Shauna's journal stuffed beneath your pillow.
The words "NOT ME" were scribbled over and over again until the letters overlapped. Your hands shook as you picked it up and stared at it. You run your fingers over the letter, feeling where her pen had ripped through the page from the force of it.
You had to choke down the sudden feeling rising up in your stomach, feeling like you were going to be sick as you stared down at it. It was fucking certifiable, and you knew Jackie wouldn't joke like that.
Jackie didn't even have it in her to make up a joke that was psychotic. You had never even known her to lie until the Jeff situation, and you were starting to suspect that it might also be your fault.
You stuffed the paper into your pocket. You would find somewhere to bury it later before anyone else could find it.
After all, who would even believe you?
...
You stared down at the box before laughing. It was the only thing you could do. The fucking customer support number. If only you had a phone.
If you had a phone, you wouldn't have been stuck in this mess in the first place. You couldn't even imagine what they would have said even if you called. It sounded ridiculous. Even now, you weren't sure if you believed it or just thought you had to believe it. None of the alternatives panned out.
No one acted like that.
At the sound of sticks breaking—and wasn't that what started this whole mess in the first place—you hastily stuffed the cardboard into your pocket. Jackie emerged into the clearing with her hands held in fists by her sides.
You wondered for a moment if she was going to hit you. It wasn't something you could ever imagine Jackie doing. She was never violent or aggressive beyond the occasional shove when someone on the field got too aggressive with one of her own. Hitting you would have been totally unlike her, but you feared it anyway.
A lot of things Jackie had been doing were unlike her. You supposed that might have been your fault too.
Because that was just it—she wasn't like herself. More and more until you had no choice but to admit that this was all your fault. You did this. To her.
It had to matter that you didn't mean to. When you made your wish, this wasn't what you imagined. Not even close. You just wanted her to like you back. That didn't make you a bad person.
Was it really so bad?
Being with you.
She had obviously been crying for a long time. You hadn't noticed until she got close enough to actually see. The darkness was hiding the tear tracks, red nose, and swollen eyes from view until there was no denying its presence.
And that look on her face. Twisted up in anguish like something out of a documentary on a tragedy. A nightmare. Not something that belonged on the face of your beloved captain. The sight made your stomach lurch, your hand flying to cover your mouth in fear that you might actually throw up.
"You left me," Jackie accused. The words garbled as she forced them out through sobs. You barely made out enough of it to be sure.
Her fingertips were bloody, nails cracked and torn in places. They had always been something she took pride in, meticulously filing them down on the bus before practice or in the locker room. Wherever an issue arose. Even out here she hadn't fully let the practice go until recently.
Her bare feet were caked in dirt and debris all the way up to her shins. She hadn't even thought to put on shoes before she ran after you.
Her shirt was torn and dirty from where it had caught on branches she hadn't bothered to avoid. Her messy, leaf-ridden hair was another casualty of her carelessness. She looked like a mess.
Nothing like when you left this morning.
You had done all this to her just by leaving.
"I didn't mean to." Your voice cracked halfway through.
What had you done?
Jackie grabbed you by the front of your shirt, and that old fear came shooting right back until she hugged you to her chest. You struggled to breathe from how tightly she was holding onto you. There wasn't a single inch of space left between you as Jackie shook and cried against your body.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Don't leave me again. You can't leave me. You're mine. Aren't you? Say you're mine."
Jackie didn't understand what you apologized for. You didn't think she would. The words tangled in your throat anyway. How could you possibly explain it? That every desperate urge, every trembling plea, every cry for attention was your fault.
That you had wished for it.
Just a stupid, bitter wish made on a kid's toy without even a second thought.
"Jackie…" You tried to pull away, just to see her face, but she only held on tighter. A low, wounded noise escaped her bitten lips. It sounded almost animal-like, like she had gotten stuck in a trap. It had you going limp in her arms. You don't want to hurt her more. "I'm yours. I'm yours."
"It feels like you don't love me as much as I love you."
"That's not true."
"It is."
It wasn't even an accusation. That was the worst part. It sounded confused. Like she couldn't possibly understand how anyone could possibly feel less than she did. That burning desperate desire that you had forced on her that was eating her alive with want.
"You leave. I would never leave you."
"Never?" You croaked.
"Never ever," she said. "I don't even want to."
Jackie meant it, you knew. One look in her eyes was enough to confirm it.
She used to have dreams, hobbies, and friends. Now she had you.
"Jackie…"
"What's wrong?" She pulled back enough to cup your cheek in her palm. You cringed at the grime rubbing against your face but didn't pull away.
"Nothing. Nothing. I just…" You forced a smile as you laid your cheek on her palm. "I don't want you worrying."
"I like to worry. It means I get to think about you more."
"God," you muttered, tearing up as you looked at her. "I'm so fucking sorry, Jackie."
"Don't be silly. You asked for this. Isn't it what you wanted?
Your blood ran cold as you stood there, trapped in her grasp. Isn't this exactly where you wanted to be? She was right.
hi so reader with an oral fixation. i want shauna’s fingers and strap in my mouth really bad. that’s all
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Hi so same <3 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write literal filth
Shauna x reader, established relationship, strap-ons, it's referred to as a dick, finger sucking, spitting, strap sucking, praise, degradation
Wc: 1.1k
You know that Shauna's wearing the strap because you could literally see the bulge in her pants when you two were at the restaurant.
Now that you're home, she's not trying hard to hide it at all. In fact, she was enjoying the way you were currently trapped between the kitchen counter and her body.
"You feel that?" Shauna rasps as she kisses your neck. "Wore it for you."
You know that Shauna also selfishly was wearing it for herself because she just loved seeing you on your knees for her so much.
"I asked you a question," Shauna says again as she rolls her hips into you. "Tell me you feel how hard I am."
"I feel you," you bite your lip instinctively as you move into her touch.
"Feel what?"
"You."
"Not good enough," Shauna runs her hand along your neck, pressing you into the counter.
"Your strap."
"Nuh-uh," she bites your earlobe. "Tell me what's hard."
"Your dick," you relent finally.
"Good girl," she nods as she turns you around. "Take your jacket off and sit up on the counter- I wanna have a good view."
"View for what?" you ask, already stripping out of your jacket and letting it pool on the floor at your feet. Your eyes were glittery in anticipation, knowing what Shauna had up her sleeve just by the look in her eyes.
She watches as you hop up on the counter, slotting herself between your opening legs. "To watch," she kisses your neck. "Watch you suck on my fingers."
"Oh yeah?" you ask, grabbing her wrist with a loose grip. "How many fingers?"
"Two to start," she wet her lips. "Gotta get my girl ready to suck me off, don't I?"
"Presumptuous," you kiss her fingertip. "You think you're getting lucky tonight?"
"I know I am," she kisses your jaw, placing a light nip. "You know you can't control yourself, baby."
"I can so," you pout, teasing.
"No you can't," Shauna tugs her hand back, shoving two fingers into your mouth instead. "Bet you're already wet. Wet since dinner?"
You start sucking instinctively as a yes, wrapping your lips around her fingers before she tugs them back again.
"Open."
You open your mouth as she licks into it. You moan at the feel of her hot mouth and her eagerness. She's always eager, but you love when she tries to be in charge like this. She knows that you're almost always the one calling the shots, so when you throw her a bone and let her boss you around a little she's always enthusiastic.
You feel her get frustrated as she slides you off the counter, supporting your weight until you get your footing.
"Get on your knees, baby," she says.
You comply, only for her to grab your hair and tilt your head back. You ready yourself for her spit before she even moves. You know her by now, and you also know that her frustration had nothing to do with you and everything to do with her lack of height. But you'd save her the embarrassment for now knowing all too well that Shauna wishes that she was tall enough to tower over you and lick and spit into your mouth whenever she wanted.
She sucks the inside of her cheeks to gather more wetness before spitting roughly as it hit the back of your throat. You swallow it down, making a show of it just how you know Shauna liked.
"Shauna," you whine, hoping she'll show you some mercy. You paw at the front of her pants, but she shakes her head. "C'mon baby."
"Not yet," Shauna says. "Just suck on my fingers some more? You look so pretty."
"I could look prettier," you argue, nuzzling against her bulge. "And then I can ride you."
"What happened to all that talk about me not getting lucky?" Shauna taunts. "Now you can't wait for me to get my dick out?"
"Shut up," you undo her belt and kiss her clothed stomach. She gives a huff so you give in, pulling back and leaving your mouth hanging open.
"That's it, pretty girl," Shauna hums, sticking three fingers into your mouth, moaning as she watches the digits disappear, feeling your warm spit coat her. She watches your lips- she was obsessed with your lips, she watches your cheeks, and she watches your eyes in hopes they start to water soon.
Your eyes always water when you're taking her strap down your throat and she just can never get enough. She couldn't not be greedy when it comes to you, you're just too perfect.
A few more swipes later she was satisfied and brought back her soaked hand to her own mouth to suck off your remnants. Nothing of yours could go to waste, right?
Only then did she properly zip down her pants and pull out the strap.
"Gonna be so good for me?" she asks, massaging a hand into your hair to encourage you closer. "Gonna suck my dick?"
"Yeah baby," you nod.
She treats it like it's real, her mouth falling open as you lick the tip, just getting started.
"Oh yeah," she nods, already pathetic. "Your mouth, fuck."
You hum, licking a stripe from the base to the tip. Shauna feels like she could literally black out and nothing even happened yet.
When you finally take her into your mouth, she can't help but immediately start moving and thrusting down your throat. She has her hand in your hair to move you and angle you up so she can see just how your mouth is taking her whole.
She knows she won't last long, because she never does- it's you. The first time you had sex she lasted maybe twenty seconds. She came in her boxers in the drivers seat of her Ford Festiva, so this was actually an impressive time for her.
Her sounds turn more pathetic and whiny just like they always did when your eyes got glassy and you let out a short choking sound.
"Just like that," she babbles. "You're so- shit, hot."
Shauna feels her body locking up as she fucks herself into your mouth as you try the best you can to rub the base of the toy so it hits her clit.
It's not just about stimulation with her, though, she can come just from seeing you work her with your mouth. She knows your lips will be swollen later when she was fucking you deep into the mattress and what a sight that would be.
"I'm com- oh fuck."
She cries out, envisioning your lips sticky with her cum and her release shooting down your throat, claiming you forever.
