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𓏲🌺 ❛❛ AU’ GUST ❞ 𓍯

𓏲🌺 a collection of au’s to celebrate the month of august , because it’s my favourite month﹙ and because i needed a place to put all these unfinished drafts , ups ! ﹚relevant links ! 🌺

fandoms included : yellowjackets , arcane , criminal minds , buffy the vampire slayer &&. the pitt ; 🌺 ࿐

#. 𓏲🌺 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : 𝐚𝐮 ‘ gust 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𓇢𓆸 #󠀠𓍢ִ໋🌺 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 by 𓇢𓆸 𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐱 &&. 𝐒𝟗𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭 .#yellowjackets x reader #vi arcane x reader #vi arcane x you #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #baran al hashimi x reader #baran al hashimi x you #cat adams x reader #faith lehane x reader #faith lehane x you #powder x reader #natalie scatorccio x jackie taylor #emery walsh x reader #emery walsh x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x you #dennis whitaker x reader #dennis whitaker x you #frank langdon x reader #frank langdon x you #sevika x reader #sevika x you #trinity santos x reader #trinity santos x you #misty quigley x reader #misty quigley x you

१ ۪ ◌ stalking misty 𑁨 hcs

꒰ warnings ! stalking.

01 💭 ! stalker reader

kind of like how walter reaches out to misty, but instead it's you. no citizen detective page, no online connection, just you needing so, so bad to be noticed. like, you've spent so much time collecting pictures, pirating misty's records — how hasn't she found out yet?! it's so frustrating, you thought she was better than this. a simple message to her home, right between caligula's cage's bars. a pretty envelope, sealed with wax and an imprint of that damn symbol you've encountered so many times whilst looking into her...

oh, baby, you've got her interest peaked.

at first, she takes it as a threat. i mean, you did write something quite absurd: "i thought you were better than this. i'm disappointed" and a little sad face. ohhh, she goes insane over it. looking for fingerprints, trying to connect who this would be considering they know the symbol... misty comes back empty-handed.

when misty finally finds out who you are, it's because you'd gotten a bit sloppy with your little 'gifts'. polcos of her at her workplace taken from quite normal angles despite her not remembering anyone with a polaroid camera. pretty stickers all over them, givin' her cat ears in one. it's so cute — well, it would be if you weren't some rando she doesn't know. you'd also gift her things for special occasions: her birthday? here's that new jacket she wanted; it's christmas? a hefty amount of money alongside a "treat yourself for me. xoxo" card; she's sick? a pretty 'get better soon' teddy bear is propped up on misty's nightstand the next day, flu medicine included.

you'd left a piece of the receipt with some gifts once. it was stuffed in the pocket of one of the articles of clothing you'd gifted her.

꒰ warnings ! stalking. human dissection. mild gore. major character death.

02 💭 ! stalker reader ꒰ bonus bad ending

suddenly had this other idea of her figuring you out after you'd just been following her for a few days. you wake up strapped to a bed in her basement. she's messing with some needles and stuff.

i can't even finish this, actually. just thinking of misty slicing you open, bit by bit, until you bleed out like those deer shauna cut up in the wilderness. misty's perfect butcher practice. helping her with anatomy, you're so kind... but she's so mad, too. who did you think you were to be following her like that, not minding your own business? if only you weren't so damn — she doesn't know what word to use — dumb, you wouldn't have ended up like this. it's your fault! sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

alas, it is where it belongs now. a trashcan subtly hidden with her other trash. cartilage decomposing, skin slightly losing its pigment, and perfectly washed out.

like, i know this is kind of out of character for her, but misty's so serial killer with a hint of some condescending pity. like, gosh, couldn't you just not get in radar? should've just stopped investigating her.

#ㅤㅤ ָ֢ ⠀𑱕 ۟ ⠀qrsu ʼs junk⠀ ‧̥ ⟢ ⠀drawer #yellowjackets x reader #misty quigley x reader

HAIII can we get a gp! melissa X reader?

also i think im 💘 anon..i forgot

Yes you can 🙂‍↕️ and I think you are 💘, anon! I made this kinda romantic lol I hope that's okay this was also very self indulgent <3

MDNI gp!melissa x reader, reader has breasts, piv, unsafe, fluff, romance Wc: 2.1k

Being home was really strange. When you were out there, it was hard to picture what life would be like once you returned back to civilization. Especially since you had kinda been seriously hooking up with Melissa. It wasn't actually casual to either of you (you literally shared a hut), but it was difficult to address things like that when you were also fighting for survival every day.

So maybe you were missing her a little extra today, was that so wrong? You had spent three months living with her and practically glued to her side. You tried things with her that you had never tried with anyone else and vice versa.

You didn't mean to let the flame die out, but adjusting was hard. You didn't even think about sex for the first few weeks because you were just too overwhelmed with being back home and reconnecting with your friends and family. They all felt like they were part of a previous life, though— you only craved Mel.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before one of you broke the silence and called the other or one of you showed up on the other's doorstep.

Which, to be fair, is what happened.

You were in some sleep shorts and a tank top, obviously not expecting company, when the doorbell rang. Now, no one was home in your house, so you figured someone had just forgotten something and circled back home.

You went downstairs only to see Melissa through the window of your front door.

You hastily patted down your hair and tried to straighten yourself up before you pulled the door open.

"Hey?" you greeted.

"Um, hi," Melissa swayed on her feet, "Can we, like, talk?"

"About?" you asked, trying your best not to seem desperate to connect with her again.

"Well…" Mel started, obviously nervous. "I don't really know how to do this."

You opened the door further and stepped aside to let her in, realizing you were having this conversation through a doorway.

Melissa stepped into your childhood bedroom and her eyes immediately started looking around and looking for little pieces of you. It seemed like she did miss you, so that was comforting.

The wilderness was a blur, so you couldn't really remember what you had told her about your life pre-crash. You didn't know what was running through her head, honestly.

"Um—"

"I—"

You both spoke at the same time. Melissa just chuckled. "You go first."

"You go," you shrugged. "I was just gonna ask what you were looking at."

"Just your room," she said. "Your walls make sense, since you told me that was your favorite color."

"Yeah, my dad painted them when I was a kid."

"That's cool," Melissa said, looking at you with a softened gaze. "I, uh, was just gonna say that… Can I confess something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You, like, liked me out there, right?" Melissa asked, swaying on her feet.

"What?"

"Like, it wasn't just because it was cold and you wanted another body to keep you warm? Because I actually…"

"You actually what?"

"I actually liked you. And I miss you."

"Really?" you asked. "I wanted to call."

"I did too."

"I just didn't know if I should or if it'd be weird."

"I figured you were adjusting to being back home— I know I was. I still am, but," she shrugged again. "I didn't want to go another day without trying to patch things up between us, you know?"

"I know," you sat down on your bed— a silent invitation.

Mel took it, after you nodded. She always had to be sure she wasn't just being presumptuous.

"I missed you too," you mumbled, scooting closer to her.

"Can I?" she asked.

You nodded, and then her lips were on yours. It wasn't rushed, but it was full of need. Neither of you had done anything sexual since coming back home, and you hadn't been intimate the last few weeks in the wilderness, since there were so many intense hunts.

You couldn't think about hunts now, all you could think about was Mel's soft lips and her calloused hands cradling your jaw.

You slowly fell back onto the bed, encouraging Mel to get on top of you. You were used to being dominant with her, since she was on the shyer side and always wanted to check in on things. You learned very quickly that she was down for anything as long as you told her what to do— she was a very quick learner and very eager to please.

Your hands met her toned stomach as you pushed her shirt up. She sighed into the kiss, stopping to kiss your jaw and then your neck. She peppered little kissed there, making sure not to mark you since you didn't tell her to and she knew you now were back home with your family.

Out in the wilderness it wasn't a concern— only the other girls were there and they knew that you and Mel were explicitly together.

You started peeling off Mel's shirt from the bottom, sliding it up her back when she stopped you.

"Are you sure?" she asked, sitting up on your pelvis. "All the way?"

"Yeah," you encouraged. "I want you."

Melissa wasted no time taking off her shirt before pulling yours up too and meeting your lips once again.

"You're so beautiful," she praised, cupping your breasts through your bra. "I missed you."

Her thumb brushed across your hardening nub and your tongues met again and again. You were both so desperate for it, it was like she couldn't tear herself away from you for a second. And you didn't want her lips to leave yours, either.

She fiddled with the back of your bra for a few seconds before her kisses slowed down. She fumbled clumsily with the clasp, reluctantly kissing you one last time before peering behind you to actually see what she was doing.

"Sorry," she flushed.

"It's okay," you reassured, sitting up more and reaching to help her out. "I didn't wear them out there. Seemed kinda pointless in the wilderness."

"I wasn't complaining," she said. "I mean, this is a really nice bra too. I just like your—"

"I know, Mel," you said lovingly, placing a peck on her lips before sliding the bra down your chest.

"Wow," she gaped. "I mean… Wow."

"Stop staring," you covered up your chest, blushing. "Just touch me."

"How can I not stare?" she asked, reaching forward to move your hand and cup your breasts, rolling your nipple. "I never get used to how beautiful you are, you know."

"Shut up," you kissed her, more than a little aroused at the praise. "You're so sappy."

"I'm not denying that," she said, guiding you back down.

She moved down your body to kiss your neck and then your chest. Your hand found it's way into her golden blonde hair, massaging her scalp as she kissed your breasts and sucked on your sensitive nipple.

Her hips started moving on their own, trying to find some relief.

"Are you…?"

"Yeah," she said, licking between your tits before started on the other one. "So hard."

"Fuck," you said breathy. "Please, Mel."

"Okay," she panted, pulling back to unbutton her pants.

You scooted up toward the pillows to give her more more room, which she took to ungracefully lie down and shuck off her pants. You could see the tent in her boxers prominently, which just made you more wet.

You started on your own garments, taking off your shorts and throwing them beside you off the bed and onto the floor.

Before Melissa's pants hit the floor, she grabbed a condom out of the pocket.

"Mel," you shook your head. "I just want you."

"But shouldn't we, you know?"

"Just one time," you said. "Like we used to out there. Nothing ever happened."

"I know," she relented. "Just one time, right? And then we'll be safe."

"Yeah," you pulled her closer, breathing her in. "One time."

She nodded, reaching down to feel up and down your soft legs, kissing you a few times before getting into position. She felt the front of your underwear with her fingers to see if you were wet, but she didn't have to feel since you could literally see a wet spot on the crotch of your underwear. Not that Mel was any different, though, her tip was leaking through her boxers.

You felt her hard on, making her whine and buck her hips into your hair. She was so ready for you just like she always was.

"Please," you tugged her hand up to the waistband of your underwear, wanting her to take them off.

She could see that you wanted it, so she didn't hesitate to sit back and take off your underwear, adding to the pile on the floor.

"Is your family coming back soon?" she asked, hesitating on her own waistband. "Should I not fully take my pants off."

You kissed her cheek at her consideration, but shook your head. "They're out all day. You're cute, though."

She blushed again— she always blushed so easily, before pushing down her pants.

Her dick sprang free, fully erect and wet with pre cum. You couldn't help but stare at it, wetting your lips. You could give her a blowjob later, though, you knew Mel didn't last long and you didn't want to wait for her to take you.

She moved closer, leaning down to kiss you slower now. She stoked herself twice, before tentatively meeting your entrance.

"Okay?" she checked in.

You nodded, gripping her strong shoulders.

She moved her hips, pushing in just the tip, before moaning and kissing you.

"You're so gorgeous," she said, sliding in a bit more, whining as her length met your heat.

When she finally bottomed out, she rushed a few kisses on you neck. "Please tell me I can move, I'm about to die."

You laughed, kissing her clavicle. "You can move. I've handled you faster many times before."

"Many," she agreed, started to move her hips. It was a little choppy at first— her lower back too straight. "Sorry, out of practice."

She relaxed her back, rolling her hips languidly into you.

"Fuck," you held her arm. "Not out of practice."

"Is it good?" she asked, fucking you faster.

"Mel," you moaned. "Oh my god. So— fuck."

"You feel so perfect," she growled out, grabbing your legs to spread them more. "Holy shit. I missed this so much."

"Missed you fucking me," you said. "You feel so big."

"More, please," she begged, fucking you with her entire length, moving it in and out in entirety.

"You're fucking me so good, baby," you encouraged, trying not to groan with pleasure. "You're so good."

"Shit," she cursed.

Sounds of skin slapping filled the room as she fucked you harder, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as she cried out.

"O-oh god," she whined, grabbing your tits as she overstimulated herself in your pussy. "Feels so good."

"Mel," you cried. "My clit, please."

She immediately found your clit—she was an expert on your body, and then you were both a mess of whines and moans.

She faltered in her rhythm as your pussy squelched around her cock, too lost in the sensations.

"I'm close," she whispered. "Fuck, fuck, I'll pull out."

"No," you gripped her ass, pulling her into you. "Fill me up."

Her mouth fell open as she worked at your clit intentionally trying to get you to come before her, but she couldn't hold back.

"No-ah, oh shit," her mouth fell open and she thrust into you one final time, spurting her cum inside you, filling you with ropes of her release.

Feeling her warmth inside you and watching her expression was enough for you, following behind her as you clamped on her still hard dick, crying out as you came.

She kissed you softly, moving her hips to help you ride through it. You knew she'd stay inside of you until she hardened again too. It wasn't like either of you would rather be anywhere else right now.

"That was amazing," she kissed your ear, smoothing back your hair, stuck to your forehead. "You're amazing."

"You are," you felt up her abs, to her collarbone. "Stay tonight."

"What about your family?" she asked.

"They barely pay attention, I'll just say we went to school together. That's not a lie."

"I want you to tell me about the posters on your wall," she looked around, wanting to learn about you.

"You're sentimental even when you're inside of me?"

"You like it."

"Yeah, I do," you rolled your eyes. "I just like you."

#x reader #melissa hat x reader #melissa hat x you #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #femmewriterthing melissa #femmewriterthing 💘

hello, do you have any lottie matthews pre crash/no crash headcanons some nsfw?😈😈

OH do i EVER!!! GOD i love her bro she can do no wrong 😛 keep sending me requests for her i #needdat

pre/no crash lottie matthews as your gf <3 NSFW below the cut!!!

SFW!!!

lottie is so sweet. she’s doting on you constantly, just constant, small bits of affection. for pda, think pinky holding, chaste kisses, sharing clothes, and leaning on each other she calls you things like baby, angel, sweetheart, doll, and babe she doesn’t show it a lot, but because of how distant her parents were she craves genuine connection. so lottie doesn’t fall easy, but once she does she falls hard. her and the love languages~ gift giving: easyyy for her. she’s mad loaded and her parents only form of parenting… is giving her money. you want it? you got it babe. - modern! lottie would definitely do the “buying everything my s/o touches at the mall” trend touch: lottie looooooves touch. it takes a little while for her to get used to, but she becomes super clingy when she is words of affirmation: holy fuck she melts. her parents have been telling her she’s crazy. she literally has visions of doom and despair, and feels like she’s cursed sometimes. but you telling her she’s your pretty baby can make it all better <3 quality time: i feel like lottie sometimes will overdo it and spread herself too thin where she’ll need alone time again, just because she’s used to it (my poor baby). but just being alone together is very healing for her i think. it shows her that she can just exist with you, and that’s enough. acts of service: big strong lottie time!! she’s got no problem helping you out with stuff. however, i feel like lottie herself is pretty self sufficient, or her parents hire people do to a lot of stuff for her. u never go hungry at her house. she ALWAYS has ur fav things stocked up for u she will always defend you. loyal lottie for sure. i do not see this girl cheating. she’s fairly popular because of soccer. more popular-adjacent though (like compared to jackie for example). she LOVES showing you off. parties, events, everything. she wants you by her side for it all- esp cus her parents never bothered to go or didn’t care what was happening. speaking of events and her parents- you’ll definitely be dragged along to some black tie, fancy ass events that she has to go to, or that are happening at her house. she loves seeing you all dressed up, especially for her. it just shows you care, which lottie needs and loves.

#lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie mathews x you #lottie matthews smut #lottie matthews hcs #yellowjackets no crash au #lav’s writing <3

१ ۪ ◌ shauna & jackie!reader 𑁨 hcs

꒰ warnings ! human dissection. cannibalism. major character death.

01 💭 ! almost dumb, honestly. that's how shauna feels when she wakes up, looks out the window, and sees that damn pile of snow. no, no, no, she thinks to herself, not like this. it's not her fault, right? you were just stubborn and refused to go back inside. it was your fault! but she couldn't convince herself, not enough. shauna rushes downstairs and whimpers when she opens the front door, the cold breeze hitting her face and making her cheeks rosen.

she paws at the snow, moves as much of it as she could. your face was dry, cold. she rubs at your cheeks, trying to warm you up again. if she was so easily able to take away your life, then she could surely give it back, yes? no, shauna, it's not your fault, she tells herself, insistent. that other, louder voice at the back of her head refused to let her believe it, though.

the rest come outside, groggy and sleepy, once they hear shauna's almost animalistic screams.

02 💭 ! a few days had passed and shauna used her butcher privileges to keep your rotting body in the 'meat shed'. she does your makeup ever so often — rosies your cheeks, glosses your lips — to make you seem more, well, alive. it makes her feel better when she's talking to your corpse.

her hallucinations don't bother her at first. she imagines you forgiving her, hugging her and telling her that it'll all be okay, that she was right. slowly, though, her guilt catches up to her and her perception of you warps into this hostile, vengeful thing.

it started accidentally, y'know? when shauna first sliced you open. she was just curious, that damn biology class. plus, you just kept teasing her. she's not dumb, she'll prove it. she knows where your cephalic vein is! the second she sees the flesh open, she pulls back and stops her incision. no, you're her bestfriend, she's not supposed to dissect you.

you'll be so upset next time you talk to her, having found out she was using you like some morbid science showcase for her own curiosity. that's what she tells herself, at least. shauna uses cloth from her own shirt to wrap a makeshift gauze, ribbon and all, around your wrist.

03 💭 ! her little obsession grew over the next few days. your varsity jacket kept you covered and shauna had tied your hair so your lack of ear doesn't show. she's been... modifying you a bit. she's so nice and gentle about it, too. you should be thankful your bestfriend is still so kind to you even when you're so mean and spiteful.

don't you get it? she didn't want you to die! you're making her want to cut your tongue off — oh, right, you're not real anymore. well, she justifies her anger by thinking real you would've also mocked her.

04 💭 ! i like to think shauna kept you to herself. didn't share with the group since she always made sure to properly cover the tracks of her little restoration project. whenever she misses you too much, she just takes a small slice of you — muscle, skin, and meat — to cook alongside her other food. makes her feel closer to you since you're a part of her now. literally. her bloodstream is full with your proteins.

it all started when you had been calling her names and shauna got so sick of it that she just did what she knows best — she bit on your arm. like a chew toy at first, angry, only for her to then impulsively pull back with her teeth and end up swallowing it. a good addition to her menu. it keeps her stomach happy and it keeps you quiet.

05 💭 ! a little bonus detail would be shauna eating you during her pregnancy cravings because she wants you to father her child, not lottie and her psycho wilderness nonsense. it's the only control she can have over her baby right now, she thinks

#ㅤㅤ ָ֢ ⠀𑱕 ۟ ⠀qrsu ʼs junk⠀ ‧̥ ⟢ ⠀drawer #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader

१ ۪ ◌ stalking lottie 𑁨 blurb

꒰ warnings ! stalking. religious themes. suicidal reader. use of 'yn'. daddy issues.

charlotte matthews. fuck, you feel like a creep. it's a pretty winter in new jersey, '94. it burns. a lot. papa told you to bring your jacket but you didn't listen, you never do. you can still see the end of the barrel when you close your eyes, but not right now. right now they're wide open. you huddle behind a few bushes, head tilted up to stare at charlotte. the snow on her windowsill is bothering you, how you wish to just wipe it off and get a clear look into her room.

it's been a few days of this. eyes lighting up at school when you see her, face flushed not just from the cold but the adrenaline rush of being near her, following her home and staying a bit, and then a heavy amount of guilt. you're just a teenager, it's okay. we all make mistakes. papa says so, at least.

recently, it's been getting worse. your eyes screwed shut when you're dragged to that candle-lit room, the tabernacle boring holes into your head. you're not a sinner, you know this. you're good. sure, you're not perfect, but it's not your fault. it's just those damn thoughts, making your serotonin boost and those dumb visions—

no. bad yn. breathe in and count to five with your fingers, breathe out and count to five with your fingers, breathe in and count to five with your fingers, breathe out and count to five with your fingers. okay. one more time.

phew, that was close. you cannot make a fool out of yourself when she could be watching.

is she watching tho? has she noticed you? you swear you can feel her eyes on you even though her back is facing you. you want her to turn around and flash a pretty smile, all teeth. those canines that seem to be sharper each day, you want her to feast on your flesh instead of Christ's.

you've seen her at church sometimes. pretty dresses, perfect hair, and her lips mouthing prayers. you can't help but let your thoughts run. God loves us all, He'll forgive you. He will. that's what you were taught, he forgives all, and you don't mean to idolize her.

it's just... she's lottie. athletic, tidy, feminine, put-together — oh, you could go on and on. you take out your camera. it's turning dark. you make sure the flash is off before angling it and snapping a picture. you lower yourself, ducking. she always hears the noise, the shutter. you can just picture her eyes darting around, paranoid. a pretty look on her for sure, scared. everything looks good on her. you wonder if you would ever be able to cause something in her other than dread.

the telltale sound of the garage door opening snaps you out of it. her parents are home. fuck.

you make a run for it, polaroid tucked away in your jeans and the camera being hastily put away into your messenger bag. it's little moments like these that make you feel good, alive. keeps the bad thoughts away for a bit. a new picture for your photo album, the best reward.

it's okay. you're okay. just a few more days before it fills out, before you can try again. this time you'll have the guts to pull the trigger, you're sure. you deserve it.

#ㅤㅤ ָ֢ ⠀𑱕 ۟ ⠀qrsu ʼs junk⠀ ‧̥ ⟢ ⠀drawer #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #charlotte matthews x reader

LADIESSSS would we be interested in a fic with Nat and T1D reader?

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yes I love you my gorgeous beautiful diabetic

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HER GOOD LUCK CHARM NATALIE SCATORCCIO X AFAB!READER

smut w/ some light fluff at the beginning , established relationship, top!nat, bottom!reader, some praising, fingering, oral, i think that's all folks the gist of it all; hanging out w/ nat before one of her games and things get heated for the first time. (based off this request) wc; 1.7k luna pretends she didn't fall off the face of this app for 798347 years; hi y'all, i have unfortunately become very busy so i haven't had the most motivation for writing, but finally i have gathered some, i will say reader will be inexperienced in this but NOT clueless, also imagining this in a sort of au college setting. masterlist requests

There was a wave of silence in the small bedroom of your girlfriend's apartment. Natalie had invited you over, claiming she just needed to see her good luck charm before her game. Natalie's arm wrapped around your waist. You felt her shuffle around behind you before her front was pressed against your back. "You're quiet today," she mumbles, her lips brushing against your neck. "Something on your mind?" She kisses your shoulder, letting her nose brush against the skin. There was, but you weren't exactly sure how to bring it up.