Soapy 🧼

Welcome to my masterlist! Here you can find all my fanfics :)

~~~

Requests are open!

Mystery Man (ON HOLD!)

(Enid/Wednesday X Male Reader)

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

The Lonely Ranger

(Baldur’s Gate 3 X Male OCs)

Act 1

Part 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

TANTRUM (Original Story)

A1

P 0 1 2 3 4

Nature’s Wrath (Natalie Scatorccio & Lottie Matthews & Mari Ibarra X Male!OC Love Square (Not poly):

Teen Timeline (Season 1) - Complete

0 I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X

Adult Timeline (Season 1) - Ongoing

I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII

Teen Timeline (Season 2) - Complete

XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV

Teen Timeline (Season 3) - Ongoing

XXVI

Nasty Dog (Natalie Scatorccio X Fem!Werewolf!OC)

Pilot 1 2 3

One shots/headcannons/etc go down here ⬇️

Yellowjackets

All 🐝

Nature’s Wrath - SMAU: Part 1 2 3

General Headcanons

Wednesday Crossover!Yellowjackets Headcanons

Natalie Scatorccio 🚬

Dating Natalie Headcannons

Campfire Confessions (Natalie x Fem!Reader)

Mari Ibarra 🕳️

One Way Or Another (Mari X GN!Reader)

Van Palmer 🐺

Rain, Weed, & Kisses

Misty Quigley 👓

Not So Bad

Wednesday

All 🐦‍⬛

I use em dashes. I am a real person. I do not use AI.

I’ve started leaving purposeful typos to make sure people don’t claim my writing is ai bc I use em dashes.

Not So Bad

Content: Fem!Reader, Misty’s a little weird (it’s Misty after all) but she’s whimsical, Y/N is lowkey a dick but they get better, gossip, fluffy fluffy FLUFFY!! Misty has been pining for a while, reader is described as having abs, post-crash stress, slightly gory injury description, mention of the popsicling, Misty gets jealous of Nat, slight Nat X Y/N, a little Jackie X Y/N if you squint, Y/N is popular, angsty but it gets better.

A/N: sorry for taking so long diva. It’s so hard to write nowadays. But nevertheless, she persisted!!! Also it switches from past tense to present tense because it goes from a flashback to present time. Also also, I have no clue how to properly treat injuries! Bear with me, gang. I’m just guessing. Pretend it’s accurate and what somebody with beloved Quig’s training would do!

~~

Misty Quigley.

What could you say about Misty fucking Quigley?

Weird. Poodle-haired four eyes with an odd fascination surrounding you.

You hate her.

You hate her.

It all started when you first met her. When she joined the team as an equipment manager back in ‘95.

~~

“Alright, girls!” Called out Coach Martinez as he placed his hand on the shoulder of a small, curly-haired, glasses wearing girl. You recognized her from your third period History class. “Say hi to the newest team member, Misty!” He smiled. “Be nice.”

You look at her, then immediately give a skeptical look to Jackie. When you looked back at her, her eyes are already on you. She tilted her head to the side slightly as she looked—an unreadable expression on her face. An expression that you immediately did not like.

After that, she just kept looking at you during practice. When you walked over to the benches to take a break, she had practically sprinted toward you to offer water. “Hey! Y/N, right? I have water! Do you want water? You should drink some water. Gotta stay hydrated!” You barely had time to process her words before she was moving on to the next sentence. Talk about words per minute.

You let out a groan before you could have stopped it. You’re usually incredibly nice, but something about this girl just… made you annoyed. Just by her presence. “Go away, Misty.” You grumbled. “I’m fine.”

~~

So, naturally, the world seemed like it ended when the plane on the way to nationals crashed landed in the middle of nowhere. Trapping you with none other than good ol’ Misty Quigley. Among others.

You’re currently leaning against a tree, your abdomen bleeding from a shard of glass stabbing into your side. You’re trying to power through the pain, attempting to not add to the stress of the fact that your plane literally JUST crashed in the woods.

After aiding some other girls, Misty unfortunately decides to scamper on over to you. She looks at the blood soaking through your shirt, and her throat goes dry when she realizes what she has to do. She clears her throat awkwardly. “Uhm… take off your shirt.” The look you give her could scare a grown man. “So I can assess the damage! I’m not gonna… ogle yoy.” She adds, quieter this time.

Your jaw clenches, and your lips press into a thin line. But you reluctantly agree, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your injuries—and your abs.

Misty’s eyes widen to the size of saucers at the sight. Not of the shard of glass sticking out of you—no—the muscle of your abdomen. Soccer has clearly paid off. Misty swallows hard, before gently prodding at the skin around it to try and feel how deep the glass is. She winces when she feels that it’s… pretty in there. “Well, I shouldn’t take it out, because it’s… basically acting like a plug. If I take it out, you could start bleeding a lot.” She explains. “…but I can’t keep it in either.” With that, she carefully removes the shard of glass. You cry out in pain, tossing your head back against the tree as your hands fly to her shoulders.

Eventually, the bloodied glass is no longer wedged in your side. And, miraculously, the bleeding isn’t totally life threatening. She grabs the nearby medkit—since when was that there?—and starts suturing the wound with the surgical thread and needle equipped in the kit. You groan through gritted teeth, your grip on her shoulders tightening even further. “Jesus CHRIST, Quigley. Can you be any gentler?” You ask.

Misty gnaws on her lower lip—a nervous habit—and sighs shakily. “I’m being as careful as I can, Y/N.” She assures you, before flashing you an encouraging smile. “You’re doing great! Deep breaths for me, okay?” You roll your eyes at that, but start taking deep breaths anyway.

Eventually, after what feels like hours when it’s actually only a few minutes, Misty finishes suturing the wound and ties it off. She grabs gauze and wraps it around you, tying it off and ripping off the excess. You grab your shirt. “…thanks.” You mumble. Misty beams at you, grinning ear to ear like a dog that just got told they’re a good girl.

~~

Doomcoming.

Beautiful.

You’re sipping berry wine with Natalie because Jackie decided to ditch you for Travis, of all people. “So… lover boy moved on?” You ask. Being in this wilderness has made you a lot less… polite, pretty girl, and more… snarky, sarcastic and just as pretty girl.

Nat rolls her eyes. “Shut up.” She downs the last of her berry wine. “…we broke up ages ago. I don’t know what I was thinking… dating him.” She murmurs. You hum softly in response, sipping your wine. Some of the dark purple liquid smears across your upper lip, and Nat reaches out and carefully swipes it free with the pad of her thumb. Your cheeks redden at the gesture, and you look away.

Only to see Misty Quigley glaring daggers at Natalie.

You sigh tiredly at the sight. Nat snorts. “Lover girl still hasn’t moved on?” She asks. Your lips press together tightly, and you shake your head.

“…I can’t catch a break.”

~~

It’s been a few weeks since Jackie froze.

You’ve become less and less like yourself. Eating less—and, to be fair, what is there to eat?—sleeping longer. Et cetera.

The girls have learned to… keep their distance. You’ve been more… snappy. The shit you say is brutal—attacking their insecurities hidden to all but your perception and observation.

The only constant is Misty.

Insisting you eat. Waking you up when you sleep in too long. A little annoying, yeah. But there.

Life without Jackie feels like a shadow of what it once was. But Misty has slowly been becoming the sun to brighten everything for you.

So… here you are. “Hey, Y/N… wanna go outside? I have something to show you!” Misty suggests with a smile. You give her a skeptical look. The same look you gave Jackie when you first laid eyes on the poodle-haired girl.

“Why the hell would I want to go outside in this weather?”

“…because I made us as snowpeople.”

You blink, silent for a beat, before you burst out laughing for the first time in weeks. “You made us as ‘snowpeople’?” You ask with an amused grin.

“Yeah! C’mon, I’ll show you.”

And sure enough… she did. A snow replica of you stands beside a snow version of her. Pinecones are made to represent Misty’s big curls, and glasses are drawn onto her face. Abs are messily drawn into your snow abdomen. You quirk an eyebrow at the sight. “You gave me abs?” You ask, and Misty looks away with a sheepish expression.

“…well, you have them, don’t you?” She replies, and you shrug. Fair point. You look down at her and smile for the first time in what feels like forever. “Do you like it? The snowpeople?” She asks quietly.

“I don’t like it, Quigley.”

…

“…I love it.”

~~

You don’t know when you started falling for her. All you know is that you did.

She was already very infatuated with you, so it was no wonder she accepted your invitation for a wilderness date. Which turned into more wilderness dates. And more. Until eventually… you two started dating officially.

The snow has thawed with spring’s arrival, and with the cabin burned down, you of course ended up sharing a hut with your girlfriend.

You two are laying on your shared little fur mattress situation, Misty’s head on your chest with your arm around her. “Sorry I was a jerk to you, for, like… ever.” You murmur. Misty just lets out a content sigh.

“It’s okay. You’re not mean anymore, that’s what matters.” She replies. You hum softly in response and press and kiss to her head. If she had a tail, it’d be wagging.

“…I love you.” You whisper for the first time. Misty’s head shoots up to look at you with wide eyes.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She immediately surges forward and attacks your face with kisses. You giggle and make half-hearted attempts to push her off. But you don’t actually want her to stop.

She presses gentle pecks all over your forehead and cheeks and nose. All over you, anywhere she can reach. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyoy!” She squeals, reluctantly parting from you just to look at you. You grin up at her, and she quickly nuzzles her face into your neck like a needy cat.

Campfire Confessions

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio X Fem!Reader

Content: Van being Van, Y/N is a bit awkward & nervous, Natalie flirting, I gave Y/N glasses bc it felt fitting (forgive me), making out against a tree

A/N: Sorry for taking so long on this!

~~

The orange light of the campfire illuminates the faces of the Yellowjackets as you all sit in a circle around it, crowding for warmth. The sky is dark, the crickets chirp. Occasionally, the hoot of an owl can be heard as everyone giggles around the campfire.

Laura Lee—sweet, innocent Laura Lee—has just admitted to calling her piano teacher a “cunt” in her head, and that that’s why the plane has crashed. It’s evolved into everyone sharing secrets, small mistakes, embarrassing moments. Jackie admitted to watching a movie solely for seeing a dick, Lottie admitted to serial shoplifting, but… you haven’t said anything yet.

All eyes turn to you. “What about you, L/N?” Asks Jackie, an amused smile on her face. You push up your glasses with a nervous chuckle. “I, uh…” You trail off, looking down at your lap. “I carved ‘fuck this school’ into the inside of a stall in the girl’s restroom once.” You admit sheepishly.

Van immediately perks up, and you can just tell by the look in her eyes that she’s up to no good. “Oh, that’s nothing compared to what you told me in the car your first time getting drunk!” The attention shifts away from you and onto Van immediately, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

Your face pales. No. Nuh uh. Not happening. You reach forward and immediately wrap your hand around her mouth. “I told you that in confidence!” You exclaim, voice pitched slightly higher than it usually is. Van lets out a muffled laugh against your hand—evil—before proceeding to lick it.

You retract your hand immediately, shrieking in disgust. “Ew! Disgusting!” You immediately wipe your hand on your jeans, shifting back to your previous seat. The team erupts into giggles at the exchange. Van makes a pointed glance at Natalie, smirking like she knows something she doesn’t. Because she does.

Natalie is sat beside you. She turns to you and quirks an eyebrow at you, flashing that signature smirk that always seems to make you melt. “What’d you tell her?” She asks in that usual low rasp. Your face turns bright red, and you push your glasses further up your nose. “That’s… classified.” You reply awkwardly. Van chuckles. “That’s classified!” She mocks you with an exaggerated nasal voice resembling Urkle. You glare at her. If looks could kill, Van would be dead.

Natalie just keeps smirking at you. She leans in close to whisper in your ear. “C’mon, Y/N. You can tell me.” She whispers, and a shiver runs down your spine. You swallow nervously. Feeling more confident than usual—and considering the fact that you could die at any moment in the wilderness—you decide to shoot your shot.

“Can I talk to you in private?” You ask, and Van immediately makes an exaggerated and dramatic “ooo” sound, grinning ear to ear. You glare at Van again, before turning back to Nat.

Natalie nods. “Yeah. ‘Course you can, sweetheart.” She stands up and offers her hand. You look at it and swallow—hard—before hesitantly taking it and allowing yourself to be pulled up with surprising strength from Natalie. She leads you away into the dark, away from prying eyes and ears.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” She asks, stepping closer. You step back instinctively. She steps closer, crowding you against the tree. She braces her arms on either side of your head, trapping you there. Your breath hitches.

You let out a shaky sigh before responding. “I have a crush on you.” You blurt out, bracing yourself for rejection. Nat’s smirk only grows, and she leans in close, her breath tickling your ear. “Do you now, hm?” She asks, and you hesitate for only a moment before nodding slightly. She hums softly in response, and presses a kiss underneath your ear.

She presses gentle kisses to your jawline, before finally kissing you on the lips with a soft press of her own. You breathe a sigh of relief against her lips, kissing her back eagerly. She presses her body flush against yours, and you awkwardly place your hands on her shoulders—unsure of where to put them. She chuckles against yours lips and grabs your wrists, guiding them to her waist instead of her shoulders.

Her own hands tangle in your hair as you kiss, tugging lightly. You gasp against her at the tug. Eventually, she parts from you, and silver thread of saliva connects you two. She wipes it away quickly. “Thought you’d never say anything.” She murmurs, leaning forward and resting her forehead against yours—breathing you in.

You don’t say anything else, you just dip your head to bury your face in her neck, inhaling her scent. Cigarettes and woodsmoke from the campfire. Usually, you’d be repulsed by the stench. But since it’s Nat, you can’t seem to get enough.

Plot: Taissa, reeling from a fight with Simone and drunk on power from her Senate win, shows up at Jeff's bar after hours. She's not there to talk about Shauna. She's there to feel something, anything, that isn't her own life splintering. Jeff, bored and resentful of his own domestic prison, sees the raw, unhinged ambition in her eyes and recognizes a kindred spirit. The request is for a raw, hate-fueled, anonymous fuck against the bar, fueled by whiskey, mutual loathing for their partners, and a desperate need to feel powerful by completely using each other. No gentleness, just a violent, transactional release in the dark.

Hi hi hi, i’m still alive (surpisingly)

I am yet to start writing the next chapter for Nature’s Wrath or anything else rly, but i’m gonna get to it. I’ve been swamped with roleplay lately, so… there’s that

A/N: feel like this one could’ve been written better, but… ugh.

TW: drug use, stillborn, preemie baby

~~

Natalie has moved back in with Sean. The two’s marriage has been… decent. They haven’t had many in depth conversations about their relationship, so there hasn’t been many opportunities for an argument to happen.

Currently, Sean is cleaning the place up to get it ready for Angel. Angel is coming over to meet Natalie, which means he has to make a good impression if he’s gonna be a good dad.

Nat is helping by sweeping the floors, even though she’d much rather be getting high or drinking with her husband, despite Sean’s newfound insistence on remaining sober.

Sean has always told himself that if he’s gonna be a father, he’s gonna do it the right way, which means no drugs or drinking.

So, he’s started going to AA meetings. That was something Natalie suggested, surprisingly.

Sean has been trying (and failing) to get Nat to come with him. The meetings have been helping him a lot. But, of course, she denies it.

Rehab clearly hasn’t done much for her.

“All this… kid stuff is bringing up bad memories.” Nat states as she sweeps the floor of the tiny apartment’s kitchen.

Sean sighs, knowing exactly what memories she’s talking about.

~~

2007

~~

Nat groaned as she stumbled through the messy apartment she shared with Sean, eyes heavy, lips slightly parted as she made her way to the bathroom, nausea seemingly never-ending.

This was the fifth morning in a row where she’d thrown up. It’d become a routine. Get up, throw up, get ready.

Sean followed after her, knowing the drill. He held her hair back as the prior night’s dinner leaves her stomach.

“D’you know why you’ve been doin’ this so much?” Asked Sean, concern written all over his face.

Nat wipes her mouth with toilet paper, before she tossed the small square of paper into the bowl and flushing. She shook her head.

“No. No, I haven’t.” Said Nat as she slowly rose to her feet. Sean sighed, and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

“I’m sure it’ll pass.” He reassured her.

But it didn’t.

~~

Present

~~

The doorbell rings, and Sean immediately rushes to put the cleaning supplies away. “Just a minute!” He shouts, frantic.

Natalie chuckles at the sight, before she hangs the broom up on the small hook on the wall next to the fridge.

Eventually, Sean walks over to the front door and opens it up, greeting his son with a wave of his metallic arm. “Hey, kid!” He smiles. Angel smiles politely.

“Hi, Mr. Shipman.” Angel gives him a curt nod, and Sean scoffs.

“You can call me Sean. My last name isn’t even Shipman anymore. Or dad. Dad works too.” He grumbles, and Angel chuckles. “Alright… dad.” He replies, and Sean feels a flutter in his chest when he’s referred to as “dad” for the first time.

~~

2007 - 3 months later

~~

Natalie huffed as she attempted to button her jeans, to no success. “Fuck this…” She groaned, and shoved them down and changed into a pair of Sean’s sweatpants. They fit just fine, unlike the rest of her clothes.

Sean, who was lying on the bed, looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. “You alright, hun?” He asked, worried. Nat huffed in response.

“Do I look alright? I’m fuckin’ pissed! None of my clothes fit anymore.” She sighed, running a hand through her brunette locks.

Sean sighed as well, and stood up off the bed to give her a hug. “I’m sure it’s fine. They probably just shrank in the wash.”

~~

Present

~~

“Hey, i’m Natalie. Call me Nat. I’m his wife.” Nat introduces herself as she leans against the wall by an open window, a cigarette pinched between her lips. Angel gives her a polite nod. “Angel Ibarra.” He replies.

Sean claps his hands together, smiling. “Alright, now that we’re all acquainted, how about we all work together to make some food?” He suggests, and Nat and Angel look at each other for a moment, before nodding at Sean.

~~

2007

~~

Nat and Sean were getting high off of cocaine, when Nat suddenly felt an awful pain in her stomach. Sean immediately rushed to comfort her, rubbing her back and she say on the bed, holding her stomach. “Is-is it a cramp…?” Sean asked, confused.

Nat shook her head. “No,” she denied “I’m not on my period.” She explained.

Eventually, the pain calmed down, and the two of them resumed getting high.

However, and few minutes later, she felt it again. The pain returned every few minutes, and eventually, Sean decided to take her to the hospital.

~~

Present

~~

Sean puts the bacon on the skillet, and flinches when the grease crackles and pops at him.

Nat walks over and hugs him from behind, while Angel prepares the pancake batter.

“You two are insufferable.” Angel jokes, and Nat rolls her eyes. “Just you wait, kid. You’ll find someone who gets you all… like this. Then you’ll understand.” Sean replies with a chuckle.

~~

2007

~~

Sean ran into the ER, Natalie hoisted over his shoulder in a way that’s reminiscent to when he had to carry Shauna when she was in labor.

“Help! Something’s wrong with my wife!” He shouted, and doctors and nurses immediately ran over. Sean explained the symptoms to the best of his ability as Natalie was quickly wheeled through the hospital in a wheelchair.

“What’s going on with her?!” Sean asked, frantic and worried.

The doctor looked at him. “She’s… she’s in labor.” He explained, as if it was obvious.

Sean blinked, confused. “What? Labor?” He replied, and the doctor turned his attention back to Natalie. “No time to explain, but this baby is coming NOW.”

~~

Present

~~

Breakfast is ready now, and they’re all sat at the (very small) dining table, eating in comfortable silence. Until…

Sean gets a call. Mari. “Hang on, it’s your mom, I gotta take this.” Sean excuses himself and steps outside into the backyard.

He has a first floor apartment, so he has a very, very small backyard. “What’s up, Mar?” Asks Sean.

“Hey, Sean! Just… checking in. How’s everything going on with… Nat and Angel?” She asks, and Sean smiles, even though she can’t see it. “It’s going really good, I think.” Sean looks through the glass sliding door into the dining room to see Natalie and Angel talking and smiling.

~~

2007

~~

A/N: Onto season three! If you’ve been reading the adult timeline, you’ll know Mari lives. So… I wanna hear your theories on who pit girl is gonna be. Also, be warned, this is a LONG chapter.

~~

The sound of panting and footsteps on dirt is heard as Mari Ibarra runs through the woods. Anima sounds can be heard as she traverses the messy ground.

She stops for a moment, turning around to look behind her for a second, before quickly booking it and hiding behind a tree.

She holds her breath as two girls search for her. When the coast is clear, she runs back out, only to be tackled by Shauna.

“What the fuck, Shipman?!” Shouts Mari as she’s pinned to the ground on her back, her hand clenched tightly around… something.

Mari manages to throw the girl off her, crawling backwards before she’s pinned once more, this time on her stomach.

Her hand is still grasping whatever it is she’s holding tightly, keeping it away from Shauna. “Get off me, gaywad!” Mari groans, and elbows Shauna off her once more.

She tries to crawl away again, but Shauna pins her again, trying to take what she’s holding. “Let go it!” Shauna says through gritted teeth, grabbing at her hand.

Mari switches the object from one hand to the other, before Shauna grabs ahold of her wrist and bites down—hard—on her hand. Mari screams in pain.

Natalie, Van, and Taissa all run over and pry the girls away from each other. Mari holds her bleeding hand. “You all saw that right?” Mari asks, breathing heavily.

“You know the rules, Mari. You get tagged, you give it up.” Nat reminds her. Mari looks around for a moment, Van is smirking beside her.

Mari holds her hands up, revealing… nothing. “I don’t have it.” Mari states. Taissa and Shauna look at each other, before the latter mutters “Shit.”

In the distance, Misty is seen watching them. Shauna starts chasing after them. “It’s fucking Quigley!” Shauna shouts as she runs after the glasses-wearing girl.

Taissa points an accusatory finger at Van. “You knew!” She gasp, before running off after Misty and Shauna. Van and Mari grin at each other, and high five, before running after them.

As Misty gets closer to the goal, she’s tackled. She throws the bone towards the goal right as Sean leaps forward to catch it.

Gen is right behind him as Sean falls to the ground. He tosses it to her, and she makes it to the goal. The team consisting of Sean, Gen, Van, Misty, Mari, and Akilah, has won.

All the girls (and the guy) start cheering. Sean and Misty get up to join the rest of the team. Mari is the last to join, and walks backwards to rub some salt in Shauna’d wound.

She holds up a backwards L to her forehead. “Sike! I was just decoy, biatch!” She smirks, and Shauna rolls her eyes.

“That’s backwards, moron.” Shauna replies. Mari drops her smirk, and looks down at her hands, before starting the “Buzz, buzz, buzz!” Cheer.

~~

Sean’s POV

~~

I suppose I should explain.

Spring has arrived. Yippee!!! But it’s not without its challenges. With the cabin gone, we needed shelter. So… we managed to build huts out of various sticks and logs. Natalie and I share a hut.

We created capture the bone for… entertainment, obviously. It’s a mix of tag and capture the flag. Only… no flags, just the bone necklace Lottie made for me before Taissa’s expedition. The expedition that I try not to think about.

Winners get treated like royalty tonight, while the losing team are basically their servants.

A lot has changed since winter. We all look different. My mullet is long and overgrown now, and matted in some places. I look older. Sun burnt. Shauna’s about the same as me in the face. Gaunt and grim, the two of us.

Natalie’s brown roots have grown in a lot, and she’s much more tan. Mari doesn’t look much different. Her hair’s a bit messier and longer. Maybe a little more tired around the eyes.

Taissa’s hair is a little longer. Van’s is too. And Lottie’s. Everyone’s really. Especially Travis. His hair has grown a lot.

My hair is probably the worst of them all. I wouldn’t be surprised if a bird mistook it for a nest.

So… here I am. In front of the water of the lake, staring down at my reflection, scissors in hand. Right as i’m about to start chopping away at my mess of a mullet, I hear Natalie’s voice behind me. “Hey, let me!” She shouts as she jogs over to me.

I turn around and quirk an eyebrow at her, before handing her the scissors skeptically once she’s close enough.

She looks at me expectantly. “…what?” I ask, and she chuckles, and gestures for me to get down. “On your knees.” She orders.

I chuckle, and lower down to my knees. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Natalie rolls her eyes at me, before running her hand through my hair for a moment, before starting to cut away.

“S’just easier for me if you’re like this…” She mumbles, the tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she focuses.

I sigh contently as she works on my hair, letting myself ease into her touch. It’s nice. Ever since i’ve been crowned antler king, we haven’t gotten much time to ourselves. I’m so busy now.

I haven’t really spoken to Mari or Lottie much. No time to. I’d like to, though. “You’re doing it again, princess.” Nat chuckles softly. I roll my eyes at the nickname.

“Doing what?” I ask, pouting slightly as Nat snips another lock of hair away. “Spacing out. Staring into the abyss.” She replies matter-of-factly.

Eventually, Nat stops, and drops the scissors to the ground. She cups my cheeks and forces my head up to look at her. “You look… good.” She sighs. I roll my eyes again.

“Good? That’s all you can think of?” I complain, and she scoffs. “Alright, have it your way. You look so smokin’ hot, I might just do you right here, right now.” Natalie states. I smirk, and snake my around around her waist as I look up at her.

“That a serious offer, or…?” I quirk an eyebrow at her, and she groans and lightly smacks my face. “Be quiet, you horny bastard.” She grumbles, before leaning down and pressing her lips to mine.

I kiss her back eagerly, before rising to my feet, my lips never leaving hers.

Eventually, we have to pull away. “Hey, dummies! The summer siesta festival thingy is starting!” Mari shouts from afar, and I groan, and let go of Nat and grab the scissors off the ground. I tuck the scissors into my pocket, and Nat grabs my hand as we walk.

Once we reach Mari, I stop and look her up and down. She looks good. Ugh. Wish I didn’t think that about her. I pull my hand away from Nat’s and brush off my shirt. “It’s the summer SOLSTICE festival, Mar.” I correct, and Mari rolls her eyes, before walking off ahead of us.

I chuckle and grab Nat’s hand again, letting her lead the way.

~~

Once i’m there, I see Shauna walking off to her hut while everyone else is gathered by Van.

I roll my eyes and follow after her. “Aren’t you coming?” I ask, and she turns around slowly to face me.

“I’m good.” She states, looking unamused, before turning back around.

“Wait!” I stop her, and she turns around again, tucking her hands into her pockets as she glares at me. “Van’s worked really hard on this. That’s all.” I state.

“So are you asking me if I wanna go, or are you telling me I have to?” She replies. My lips press into a thin line, and I walk closer to her.

“I thought we didn’t hate each other anymore. What the fuck is your problem? I was just checking in.” Shauna rolls her eyes at that.

“And I deeply appreciate it, my king.” Shauna replies, her tone positively dripping in sarcasm. I don’t have the time to deal with her right now, so I just walk away.

~~

Narrator’s POV

~~

“Welcome to the first annual summer solstice festival!” Van announces, holding her arms out. Everyone cheers and claps. She’s in a fancy outfit, wearing a leather cape adorned with colorful tassles. “Before we get started, congratulations to the winners of capture the bone, a name I still think we should consider workshopping further!” Van says with a smile.

“Spread that V, dot that I, roll that C T O R Y!” Misty and the rest of the winning team cheer, and Van does a little dance as she does. Taissa boos them.

“Per our wager, I hope the rest of you enjoy being our servants for the day. Now let’s get started, shall we?” Van begins.

“Previously, on… the Yellowjackets.” Everyone cheers. “On the verge of making history by sweeping nationals without giving up, a single goal, thanks mostly to the raddest goalkeeper in the history of the sport…” Everyone boos her, Sean being the loudest, before laughing.

They all start throwing pine cones at her, and she blocks every one.

She catches one, and tosses it into the air before catching it again. “Our heroes…” She pauses. “No… our SHEroes, were robbed of fame and fortune by the cruel hand of fate! And bu mechanical failure, or possibly pilot error. Unclear.” Van holds her hands up.

“But! No mere plane crash could keep our intrepid girls—and a few dudes—down. No, they rose to this new challenge like the champions they were always meant to be…” Van continues on her storytelling, but Sean’s mind is elsewhere.

He keeps looking over at Shauna, a concerned expression on his face. She’s different. More irritable. She has this feud going with Mari. It’s definitely put Sean to work a lot, having to deal with their bickering so much.

~~

Sean, Gen, Taissa, Van, and Natalie are meeting in Natalie and Sean’s shared cabin.

Misty approaches the entrance. “Are you guys meeting now? Do you want me to, um, take minutes?” Misty asks with a smile, and Sean looks back and shakes his head.

“Nah, goggles, go enjoy your day, you’ve earned it.” He replies, and Misty smiles and nods, before walking off. “Bye, Misty!” Van calls out to her as she walks away, which earns her a smack from Tai.

Sean exhales. “Alright… who’s going first?” He asks. Nobody speaks up. He groans. “Alright, thanks for making my job easy. Nat, Gen. Hunting? How goes it?” Sean quirks an eyebrow at the two girls.

“Good. The deer are running like crazy in the north valley.” Gen states. Tai looks at her and asks “Have you seen anything while you’re out there?”

“Like murderous pyromaniacs?” Van pitches in. Sean looks at Nat and Gen expectantly. Nat’s lips press into a thin line. Gen shakes her head.

~~

Eventually, the meet concludes. Right as Sean is about to leave, he’s held back by Taissa. “Hey, Sean… can we talk?” She asks, and Sean gestures for her to continue. “This thing between Shauna and Mari…” Taissa begins, and Sean sighs.

“I don’t like it either. Something’s up with Shauna, and Mari being Mari isn’t helping.” Sean states. Taissa gives him a relieved smile. “Glad you’re not brushing this off. I think you should talk to them.” Tai suggest, and Sean bites his lip and looks off to the side.

“I know my sister, Tai… I know when you should and shouldn’t talk to her. And right now…? I don’t think anyone is getting through to her.” He sighs once more. Tai shrugs. “Well… just saying. Out here? Everything is life or death. Don’t forget what happened to Jackie.” Sean’s jaw clenches at Taissa’s words.

Meanwhile, somewhere further out…

A pyromanic coach has found supplies…

And a pit.

~~

“So, for your solstice dining pleasure or whatever, we have deer soup.” Nat states as the losing team sets down the winning team’s meals. “Also known as braised venison stew, served with our finest vintage of berry wine.” Taissa adds.

Before Shauna sets down Mari’s soup, she spits into it. Mari’s smile falls instantly at the sight. “Bon appétit.” Shauna says, and Mari looks down at her bowl. “What? Aren’t you hungry? Go ahead. Just give me a reason.”

Mari looks at her in disbelief. “What. The. Fuck…? Shauna just spit in my food!” Mari states. Sean groans. “Are you gonna do something about this or what?” Mari asks.

Sean sighs. “Fucking hell, Shauna! Did you spit in the damn soup?!” Sean asks his twin, clearly done with her and Mari’s bullshit.

“What? No! The fact that you would even think I would is insulting.” Sean sees it. The little quiver in her lips. It’s a lie.

“Shauna fucking Shipman, you spat in her soup, I can tell you’re lying.” He glares at her, and Shauna huffs.

Mari stands up, holding her soup, and glares at Shauna. She’s about an inch taller than her, and she’s using that extra inch to her advantage to intimidate the other brunette.

“You should eat.” Shauna reminds her. “I worked hard to make it.” She adds. Mari holds out the bowl beside the two of them, and dumps its contents on the ground.

She drops the bowl, and turns back to Shauna. “I should fucking kick your ass.” Shauna then grabs Mari’s hair and forces her down to the ground.

She smushes Mari’s face into the pile of stew on the ground. “I told you to eat, bitch!” She shouts, and everyone springs into action.

Shauna is pried off of her, and Sean helps Mari up before glaring at his twin. “I am so fucking tired of you two’s bullshit! If you two have even an ounce of fucking respect for me, you’ll listen up!” He shouts. “No more bickering. No more fighting. No. More. Violence. I hear even a snide comment, and i’m sending you two to your huts! You wanna act like children, you’ll get treated like it, so you two are fucking grounded, hear me?!”

Sean has finally snapped, he’s yelling, and obviously pissed off. He exhales, before scoffing. “Tomorrow, since Shauna’s done the worst of it tonight, she’ll be on house arrest. Mari, you’re on thin ice. Do you understand me?” Sean asks, to which he gets no response.

His jaw clenches. “I said…” He begins through gritted teeth. “Do. You. Understand…?” He looks at the two girls with a dangerous expression on his face. Mari nods weakly, and Shauna scoffs, but nods. “Good. Glad that’s settled. Mari, you can have my portion of stew.” He straightens out his cloak.

~~

Everyone besides Mari is gathered around in a half circle, with Lottie in the middle. “On this… shortest night of the year, we gather to honor three souls that have slipped into the darkness that lasts forever.”

Lottie begins.

“We celebrate their sacrifice. We grieve their loss. And rejoice at the knowledge that they’re still here with us.” Lottie says, as everyone helps light five different lanterns made of newspaper.

They let them all go, and watch as the ascend into the sky. “We know that they are because we can still hear them. Because we can still feel them. Because they haven’t gone.” Lottie explains.

Out of the corner of Sean’s eye, he can see Jackie leaning against a tree. Only this time… she’s not alone. She’s accompanied by Javi, and she’s holding a baby. Sean swallows nervously, and shuts his eyes tightly, muttering things to himself, before he opens his eyes again, only this time they’re gone. He breathes a sigh of relief.

“They’ve just returned to a place that waits for all of us. We call to Javi, now with the wilderness to watch over us.” Lottie says, and everyone repeats the last three words.

“We call to Jackie, now with the wilderness, guide us.” Everyone repeats the last two words.

“We call to the child, now with the wilderness, deliver us.” Everyone besides Sean and Shauna repeat the last two words. Without a word, Shauna leaves.

Suddenly, screaming can be heard in the distance. “Do you hear that?” Asks Akilah, looking at Misty. “Hear what?” Misty looks at her, confused.

Suddenly, the screaming returns, and Misty hears it this time. Everyone does. Sean covers his ears with the end of his stub and his hand.

~~

Coach Scott approaches his deer trap, a soft smirk on his face as he hears the pained moaning of a deer.

However, inside the pit is not a deer. Or an animal at all.

A/N: way shorter than i’d like, but whatever. Enjoy.

~~

The sound of silverware against plates and quiet chatter fills the small diner.

In the corner booth sits Sean, who is currently watching his new arm with fascination. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

After spending so long without his arm, it’s a nice change to actually have two again.

The bell above the door rings, as Mari walks in, purse held tightly against her. She’s in a plain white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, with dark brown loafers. Her nails are painted red, and her hair is down.

She looks almost the same as she did two decades and a half ago. Older, obviously, and more tired. But still Mari.

After a few seconds of looking around the diner, she spots Sean in the corner, and smiles softly. She makes her way to him, and takes a seat across from him.

“Sean. Hey.” She greets, and Sean straightens his posture.

“Hi.” He replies awkwardly. “It’s… great seeing you.” He smiles.

Mari nods. “Right back at you.” She chuckles nervously.

It’s quiet for a while. Just the two of them staring at each other, taking in the other’s appearance.

Sean is wearing a dark red flannel over a grey v-neck and black jeans, with his dark brown work boots.

“So… Angel. What’s he like?” Asks Sean, breaking the silence.

Mari thinks for a moment before responding. “He’s… smart. And sweet. He, uh… he likes nerd shit. Like… these little… transformer things.” She shrugs. “Gundam, I think is what they’re called.”

Sean nods, taking in this information. “What kind of music does he listen to?”

“He listens to a lot of Franz Ferdinand, I think.” She replies. He nods once more. Silence falls over them once more.

~~

Natalie is over at Sean’s small apartment, and the two are laying in bed together. His arm is off, and set down on his nightstand.

He and Nat are cuddling. Sean is being spooned by her. Nat’s arms are wrapped firmly around him.

“I uh… wanted to talk about something.” Sean breaks through the silence, his voice slightly hoarse.

Natalie hums softly in acknowledgment. “Remember how Mari and I hooked up? Y’know… out there.” He puts emphasis on the word ‘there.’

Nat nods, and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Unfortunately.” She replies, and he chuckles softly.

“Well, when we got rescued… Mari found out she was pregnant. And… it was mine. She never told me. A few days ago, this college kid showed up on my doorstep. His name is Angel. And he’s Mari and I’s son.” Sean explains.

Natalie immediately sits up to look at Sean. Sean moves so he’s lying flat on his back and looking up at Nat.

Nat just stares for a minute, before replying. “Are you serious?” Sean simply nods at that.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my writing, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading that book as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Now that that big hurdle is over, I need to figure out what i’ll be working on next for Nature’s Wrath.

Because i’m a huge fan of polls, you get one! Make sure to vote, and to like this post so more people see it! Thank you!

A/N: That’s it for the season 2 teen timeline! I’ll post a poll to see what I should start focusing on more next.

~~

Everyone gasps as Sean holds up the card, his hand shaking. He steps into the middle, where Shauna meets him. Unable to look him in the eye, Shauna orders him to turn around. He hesitantly listens, turning around so Shauna can put Jackie’s necklace on him.

Shauna picks the knife off the skull and reaches around, pressing it against his throat. He shuts his eyes, accepting his fate, before Shauna is abruptly shoved out of the way by Mari. “RUN!” She shouts, and Sean immediately starts running.

Flashes of doomcoming replay in his mind as he runs. “He’s getting away!” Shouts Misty.

Everyone besides Shauna, Mari, Natalie, and Travis chase after him.

Sean doesn’t stop running for a second, and he can hear the girls making animal noises behind him. He hides behind a tree and waits for the girls to pass by before booking it.

Eventually, he’s caught by Javi. “Sean, stop! I know where we can go.” He states, and Sean looks at him, confused, but doesn’t waste this opportunity. He motions for him to lead the way, and Javi doesn’t waste a second to start running. Sean follows after him.

He’s lead onto the ice lake, but halfway across the lake, Sean slips. Javi rushes over to him and helps him up. “C’mon, we’re almost there!” He shouts, right as the girls reach the ice lake.

They’re holding a variety of weapons. Spears, axes, et cetera. All shouting and making animal noises. Bird calls, wolf howls. It’s all very reminiscent of the night Sean was assaulted.

Javi abruptly stops once he hears a noise in the ice. He looks down to see cracks forming around his feet rapidly. Sean stops as well a few feet away.

One moment Javi is upright, and fine.

Then the next he isn’t.

Javi falls in, plunging into the freezing cold depths. “Javi!!” Sean shouts, immediately running over to help Javi. He grabs ahold of his arm and tries to pull him out, but it’s significantly harder being an amputee.

“Help me! Please!” He shouts at the girls, and Misty runs over with an axe. The very same used to amputate his arm.

“Stop! Stop!” Misty shouts. “Sean, please!!!” Javi cries out, before Sean is shoved away from him. Javi’s head disappears underneath the ice again. Sean flashes back to what happened at doomcoming again, and he freezes, unable to get the images out of his head. “If you save him, the others will get you.” Misty explains.

Sean wants to help. He wants to save Javi. But he can’t bring himself to move, too stuck in his trauma to do anything besides watch as Javi drowns in the lake.

Once they’re sure he’s gone, he’s pulled out of the water. “The wilderness chose!” Van announces.

Javi Martinez is dead.

The wilderness has chosen the sacrifice.

~~

Sean is the first to return, and Natalie and Mari are waiting anxiously on the porch. As soon as the two of them spot Sean, they both at the same time shout his name.

The two of them run over to him, and Mari throws herself at Sean, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. Sean hugs her back, wrapping his arm around her waist. She’s crying. “I thought you were gonna die…” She croaks out, and Sean just looks at Natalie over Mari’s shoulder. She’s crying as well.

Mari pulls away, and Natalie quickly presses her lips against Sean’s. He kisses her back, cupping her cheek as she wraps her arms around his neck. The two separate right as the rest of the girls return with Javi’s body.

Travis steps out to see what’s happened, and immediately breaks down at the sight of Javi. He runs over to him and unties him from the stick he was previously hanging from.

~~

Misty just got back from telling Lottie the news. Sean is tuning everything out again, like he always does when things become too much.

She’s saying something, but he’s obviously not listening. Eventually, Shauna walks out with a knife.

Sean doesn’t care to go outside. He doesn’t want to watch Javi get cut up into pieces. So instead he just sits, staring into the abyss.

~~

Shauna walks in with a tray of meat, and sets it down. She picks up the heart, and looks at Travis. “Travis.” She calls him over, and he approaches.

He sets down a wood carving of a wolf, made by Javi, on the mantle, before he takes the heart from Shauna. He takes a bite of the raw organ, before setting it down on the hot pan. The rest of the girls hurry to cook the rest of Javi.

~~

“Hey, Van? Could you tell us a story?” Asks Akilah, looking at Van expectantly. “Maybe… The Truth About Cats and Dogs?”

“Or While You Were Sleeping again.” Mari suggests. “The Princess Bride.” Melissa adds.

“What about something you haven’t heard before?” Van offers, and nobody replies, waiting. “Once upon a time… there was a place called the wilderness. It was beautiful and full of life, but it was also lonely and violent. And misunderstood.” She begins.

“So, one day, the wilderness built a house. It waited. Summers came. Winters came—“ “I never wanted to be in charge.” Lottie interrupts Van. “It chose me, I think, because… because I was the only one who knew how to listen. But I can’t hear it anymore.” She continues.

“I think that’s because it doesn’t need me anymore. You all learned how to hear it. To feel it. Maybe what it wants for us now is a leader who can help is survive for the rest of the time we’re out here.” She states. “And that isn’t me.”

Van immediately objects, and so do the rest of the girls. “The wilderness chose who fed us.” She slowly rises to her feet. “It’s already chosen who should lead us.” She states, and looks over at Sean. “Sean.”

Sean immediately looks shocked, and starts to shake his head. But before he can protest, Lottie is already taking his hand in hers and leaning down to kiss it.

Gen gets up next and presses her forehead to his hand. Then follows Mari, Akilah, Melissa, Misty, Van, Taissa, Travis, Shauna. All doing their own little thing. Bowing. Curtsying. Holding his hand in theirs.

Sean doesn’t know how to feel. He’s frozen, unable to move.

Unbeknownst to them, Coach Scott watches from outside.

~~

In the night, Shauna and Sean are both woken up by the smell of smoke. Shauna wakes everyone up while Sean gathers anything and everything he can.

The door is stuck, so Van tries to kick it down. Eventually Taissa grabs the axe and starts chopping it down while everyone else scrambles to gather things. Blankets, clothes, all while trying not to breathe in the smoke.

Sean watches the fire in horror once everyone is back, a horrible reminder of his trauma from the crash.

Everyone besides Lottie watches in horror as their home burns down. Lottie has the biggest grin on her face.

A/N: the hunt begins

~~

Lottie is currently being helped by Misty, Sean, and Mari to pee in a bowl. She moans and groans in pain, before she finally pees. It’s really a two person job, but Sean has insisted on helping anyway he can.

“Yeah, good, Lottie.” Misty praises. She looks down at the bowl to see that there’s blood in her urine. “That’s not a good sign, is it?” Sean sighs, and Misty shakes her head.

“It could be an infection, maybe in her kidneys.” Misty states. Mari makes a comment about how much it stinks, and Sean rolls his eyes.

The three of them help Lottie back onto her bed, and Sean tucks her in. Sean takes a seat beside Lottie’s head, and leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. Mari immediately turns away at the sighs, frowning.

“God, it’s making my eyes water.” Mari huffs. It’s a dumb lie to cover up the fact she started to cry at the sight of Sean with Lottie.

Misty turns around to face her. “Oh, my god. Would you shut up about the pee? God, she is in danger here! And after everything that she’s done for us. But no, you have to be a little brat, just like you always are. You know what? If you’re so grossed out by it, just take it downstairs and empty it.” Misty snaps, and immediately starts cleaning up the wounds on Lottie’s face.

Mari doesn’t say another word. Just picks up the bowl and starts carefully climbing down the ladder. However, she clearly isn’t careful enough on her descent, as she drops the bowl, spilling the contents all over herself and the floor.

She gasps, and immediately starts crying. She climbs down the rest of the way, storming outside with tears streaming down her face.

Sean could hear her crying, and sighs. “I’ll be back, Lottie.” He whispers, before following after Mari.

He sees her outside on the porch, crying into her hands. He frowns slightly at the sight, and takes a seat next to her. “Hey, Mar…” He greets her quietly, looking at her tear stained face.

Mari huffs. “Fuck off, Sean.” She grumbles, and Sean rolls his eyes. “You know what? Fine. Have it your way.” He groans, and stands up.

Before he can leave, however, her hand shoots up and wraps around his wrist. He stops in his tracks, and slowly sits back down next to her.

The two sit in silence. “Sorry you got… indirectly pissed on, or whatever.” That makes Mari laugh.

“How’d you know?” She asks, finally looking up at him from her lap. He shrugs. “Heard the bowl fall, and you cry. Put two and two together…” He explains, and she nods.

She hesitantly rests her head on his shoulder, cuddling up to his sides. Their frozen breaths mingle as they look at each other. Sean leans in first, and Mari follows after. Sean doesn’t kiss her, though. Mari is the one who kisses him.

For once, it isn’t fiery or aggressive or full of lust. It’s soft. Gentle. Tender. And it’s all Mari could ask for. She loves every second of it, finally glad to get the side of him she hasn’t gotten until now. The one that he reserved for Nat and Lottie.

Now Mari gets it too.

~~

Sean is laying down beside Lottie, staring up at the ceiling with his hand on his chest. Suddenly, Lottie starts gasping for air, and he immediately sits up. “Hey, hey, hey, take a deep breath. In and out. Like you taught us. C’mon.” He says.

“If I die…” Lottie begins, and Sean immediately shakes his head. “You won’t. Get that thought out of your head.” He replies sternly.

“Don’t waste my body. Promise me.” She pleads, and Sean doesn’t reply. “Promise.” She repeats.

~~

The next morning, tending to Lottie’s wounds as Misty taught him how to do, he climbs downstairs. “How’s Lottie doing?” Asks Akilah, sitting up, clearly having just woken up.

The other girls are awake as well. They all sit up to hear what Sean has to say. “She said, uh… to eat her. If she dies. To stay alive.” He explains. “Did she really say that?” Melissa speaks up. “She must be really fucking sick.”

“I can’t imagine being here without her.” Van says, and Shauna agrees. Mari sits up. “Then lets not. Lottie isn’t gonna die.” She states. “The wilderness won’t let her die.” She adds.

Travis sighs. “It may not want her to, but if she’s starving… there’s no way she’s gonna live.” He explains, and Natalie speaks up this time. “The same is true for all of us.”

Taissa stands up. “Okay… we need to find a way to stay alive. And it can’t be her.” Tai says.

~~

A candle is set on top of the skull they give offerings to and lit. The skull is on a stool in the middle of the room.

The rule is… whoever draws the queen of hearts is the sacrifice.

Van holds up the queen of hearts as everyone stands in a circle around the skull. She shows it off to everyone, before adding it back into the deck and shuffling.

Misty is the first to take a card, pulling the ten of diamonds. She shows it off to everyone, before taking the deck and handing it to Akilah.

She pulls the six of spades. Van pulls from the deck next, pulling the jack of hearts. She shows it off. Shauna is next, and she pulls the four of clubs.

Travis pulls the one club. Taissa pulls the six of spades. Melissa pulls the three of hearts. Javi pulls the king of spades. Natalie is next, and she pulls…

The queen of clubs. She’s safe.

And then Sean…

He swallows nervously, and makes brief eye contact with Natalie, then Mari, then Shauna, before finally pulling the card…

Queen of hearts.

A/N: Almost to the end of season 2’s teen timeline 😎😎

~~

Sean stands up from his position on Lottie. He pulls his pants back up with a sigh. Lottie props herself up on her elbows. “You’re not gonna stay?” Lottie asks, that same unreadable expression on her face.

It’s been a week since Shauna gave birth. They were snowed in for a while. Shauna covered the bundle containing her child in rocks as a makeshift grave, since she can’t dig. Only Shauna and Sean know where he is.

Sean avoids eye contact. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, and Lottie pull up her pants and stands up. She walks over to him and cups his face with her hands.

She shakes her head. “No. No apologizing. You’re grieving. I probably shouldn’t have even brought you here.” She replies, and Sean shakes his head.

“I wanted to. Don’t worry. I just… hard to think about anything besides…” He doesn’t need to finish his sentence for Lottie to know what he’s talking about.

The silence that washes over them is thick. Lottie gently caresses his hair—messy and overgrown, but still uniquely Sean. He has a little bit of shadow around his jaw, chin, and upper lip.

Lottie presses a soft and tender kiss to his forehead. “I love you.” She murmurs against his skin before pulling away. Sean looks up at her, wide-eyed.

“What?” He heard her perfectly fine, but he needs to hear it again. “I love you.” She repeats, looking into his deep, dark brown eyes.

He blinks, surprised, before pressing his lips to hers. He pulls away, and sighs. “I love you too, Lottie.” He confesses, and Lottie’s lips twitch upwards slightly, but she still doesn’t smile.

~~

Misty has gathered everyone in the cabin. Coach Scott is currently shaving across the room, while everyone else is crowded around Misty.

“Thanks. Um…” Misty begins. “Thank you all for gathering.” She pauses to clear her throat. “I know that we’re all still very sad about the baby.” Sean and Shauna tense up at the mention of the baby. “It was a… a terrible, extremely sad and-and tragic thing, but…” She trails off.

“We can’t let it cloud our minds. The snow has stopped, and we need to go out there and we need to look for Crystal…” Misty explains, and Mari and Akilah share a look.

“Because she could still be out there. Alive.” Misty concludes, and Coach Scott finishes shaving and turns to fave everyone. “Misty’s right.” He hobbles into the main area.

“If Javi could survive for a few months out there, then… maybe Crystal could make it through a few days.” Coach Scott explains.

“But what if the wilderness, like, took her?” Melissa asks. “What if it took the baby too?” Sean immediately stands up from his seated position on a chair and gets in Melissa’s face.

“Shut up, Hat.” He glares, and she backs away from him immediately, looking intimidated. “Sean, stop it.” Natalie grabs his arm and pulls him away.

~~

A search party has set out to look for Crystal. Sean has joined them, but he’s only using it as an excuse to visit his nephew. He’s split off from them, and is now at the grave.

He kneels down in front of it. “Hey, kiddo. Crystal is still missing.” He sighs. “No sign of her. They’re out looking. I said i’d join, but I really just wanted to talk to you.” He explains.

“You know… maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t make it. I think we’ve all gone insane.” He chuckles dryly, before drawing the symbol into the snow in front of the grave. “Stay safe, buddy. Wherever you are.”

~~

It’s late. They’ve stopped searching for the day. Shauna had just come back in from being outside.

Misty is softly humming a tune that makes Shauna stop dead in her tracks. She turns around to face Misty. “Why are you singing that?” She asks, glaring. “Where did you hear that song?” She asks another question, her voice slightly louder.

Misty stops humming and looks back at Shauna, confused. “I don’t know. I… uh, I think that Crystal was singing it—“ Misty is cut off by a punch to the face.

Sean just laughs at the display of violence. “YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BABY!!!” Shauna screams as she’s pulled away from Misty.

Natalie gets between her and Misty. “Shauna, stop! Misty did everything she could.” Nat says, attempting to reason with the angry girl.

“No, shut up!” She shouts. “You all fucking ate my baby! I saw you! You were covered in blood!” Now Sean gets up and stands beside Nat.

“What the fuck are you on about, Shauna?!” He asks, all humor he found in the punching of Misty long gone.

“Shauna, stop it! You’re acting insane.” Taissa states, and Shauna bites down onto Van’s arm that was restraining her.

“Ow! God! She fucking bit me!” Van shouts, and before Shauna can hurt anyone else, Lottie steps in front of her.

Shauna is breathing heavily, and throws a punch at Lottie, hitting her in the face. Lottie slowly rises back and brushes her hair out of her face. “Travis, take Javi to the bedroom.” She orders, and places her hands behind her back.

Sean gets between her and Shauna. “Shauna, cool it. You hit her again, i’ll hit you.” He states firmly, glaring at his sister. Lottie places a hand on his shoulder and gives him a look that reads “back off.”

He immediately steps away, now awkwardly standing next to Van. “Shauna…” Lottie begins. “I know there’s a lot of pain right now, but let it out.” She orders. Once she gets no response, she tries again. “Shauna, we need you. Let it out.” She doesn’t have to be told a third time.

Shauna hits her until she’s knocked to the floor. Shauna kicks her in the face and the the back, before she straddles Lottie and starts punching her face repeatedly.

Sean can’t bring himself to look away as his sister beats Lottie, her face turning red, wet, and swollen, before collapsing on the floor next to her.

Sean immediately runs over to Lottie. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He curses, and Shauna slowly sits up. Sean starts to cry. “Shauna, what did you do?!” He screams.

Rain, Weed, & Kisses

Van Palmer X Fem!Reader Oneshot

A/N: I love this request so much, it made me laugh so hard the first time I read it. Thanks for the giggles, anon!

Content: weed, smoking, fluff, fem!reader but can be read as gender neutral, Van being silly.

~~

The soft pitter patter of rain on glass can be heard as the storm outside continues to rage on. On your bed sits Van, looking through one of your books.

Van snorts and giggles. “Look at this line! He smiles with his bottom teeth…? What does that even mean?” She then tries to—very poorly—attempt what that might look like.

You’re sat on your spinning desk chair, boredly looking up at the ceiling. You sigh at Van’s antics, and immediately rise to your feet to grab the dorky romance book from her hands. “You’re such an idiot.” You grumble, although you have to fight back a smile.

She always does know how to make you laugh. You set down the book on your nightstand, and take a seat beside Van, who is now pouting dramatically. You roll your eyes at the sight, and flop back onto the bed with a huff.

“I’m so booooreeedd!” You groan, covering your face with your hands. Van chuckles softly at the sight, and stands up and walks over to her bag that was set down on the floor next to your bedroom door.

She rifles through it for a moment before pulling out a small plastic bag with two pre-rolled joints inside. “I have an idea.” She grins.

You remove your hands from your face and look up at her from the bed, and quirk an eyebrow at her. You notice the bag almost right away. “Weed? Seriously? My parents’ll kill me!” You state.

Van shakes her head. “Not if they don’t catch us.” She replies, grabbing your blanket off the bed and shoving it into the crack under the door.

She walks back over to the bed and takes a seat. You sit up, sitting criss crossed beside her with your hands in your lap. She pulls the joints out and tosses the bag to the side.

She hands you one, and pinches the other between her lips before pulling a lighter from her pocket and igniting the tip. She takes a long drag, before exhaling it, making sure to face away from you so she doesn’t blow any smoke in your face.

You sigh, and reluctantly place your join between your lips. Van brings the lighter to your joint and lights it. You copy her, taking a long drag and blowing it away. It’s not your first rodeo. You’ve done this before. Just… not in your bedroom, with your parents in the other room.

~~

“Okay, okay, so… would you rather have superpowers, or be a jellyfish?” Van asks between a fit of giggles. You immediately burst out laughing at the question.

The high has hit you two like a train. “Superpowers, duh! What kind of question is that?” You reply.

You two are laying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. Your hands are dangerously close, and all it would take is you to just move your hand less than an inch to intertwine your fingers.

“I don’t know, I feel like being a jellyfish would be cool!” Van says with a big smile on her face, grinning ear to ear. You turn your head to look at her, and she does the same, those hazel eyes gazing deeply into yours with dilated pupils.

Silence surrounds the two of you. It’s not awkward or uncomfortable—quite the opposite, actually.

Before you know it, you’re leaning in, and so is she. Your lips collide in a surprisingly gentle kiss. After a few seconds, you pull away with rosy cheeks.

“…huh.” Van mumbles, and you roll your eyes. “We kiss, and all you can say is ‘huh’?” You grumble.

Van laughs. “Well, EXCUSE me, princess.” You roll your eyes again at the nickname.