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HOW DARE'ST THOU BOOP ME?! (do it again).

Day eleven: werewolf girlfriend shenanigans

Dealing with your werewolf girlfriend is hard, especially when she her body's changing during full moon.

Now Lottie can pretty much substain a normal life. She can go out without loosing control of her body and transforming, she can touch cats without them hissing at her, she can eat chocolate; she can even touch silver!

But, when the full moon comes, all the certain things in life are thrown over the window.

As if mimicking other of nature's cycles, Lottie's body goes through a change before and after the full moon. She suddenly gets much more hairy, her stomach can't process sweets anymore and her body gets very cold.

It's a very sudden and bothering thing when she transforms, especially after the end of her shift.

She was walking towards your shared home when her bones snaps, her skin gets covered by fur and her teeth feel much bigger in her mouth.

And as if things couldn't get worse, it starts raining.

So when you open the door, you're face to face with an enormous, sad, wet puppy.

She can't turn back when the full moon is high in the sky, so she is stuck in her werewolf form until morning.

You try, in vain, to dry her but she's far to big to handle, so she just ends up waiting for her fur to dry in the bathroom. Your house smells of wet dog.

Her behaviours change with her body, and she becomes much more cuddly than usual.

She follows you around the house. If you go in the kitchen to get a snack, she'll follow you; if you are bending over your desk to study, she's at your feet; if you go to the bathroom, you have to physically stop her from entering with locking her out.

If you even try to tell her to get off of you, she'll snap and show her teeth, which promptly gets her a well earned slap on the top of her head.

Lottie will follow you even in bed, which is a problem since your sheets are going to smell of fur now. She will jump on the bed, almost breaking the bed board, and cuddle near you. If she sleeps hard enough, you will find yourself covered by a giant werewolf puppy snoring loudly.

The morning after she's always embarrassed, asking for forgiveness and will help you to clean the sheets and the house off of her paw prints and smell.

For sure sweetie. Here you go, enjoy!

I had like six more pharagraps but Tumblr is a coward and didn't let me save them :'(.

Contains: description of wounds, lots and lots of crying, (not my happiest work).

It was at Randy's party that you and Lottie first shared a kiss. With the taste of beer on her tongue, she approached you, intent on finally telling you how she felt. She found you alone, drinking the remaining alcohol from your cup. It was incredibly hard for her to connect her words, which came out more as a string of closely related words than an actual phrase.

You understood what she meant -sort of- and were the first one to ask her about how she felt. For Lottie kissing you was a delight.

But after the party, neither of you made the effort to sit next to each other on the plane. You needed to win nationals, there was no time for unnecessaries feelings.

You were surprised when instead of being greeted with Seattle's skyline, you felt dirt and sand on your skin and a horrible throbbing pain on your side.

Lottie was the first to greet you when you woke up. "The plane has crashed" she says, and she doesn't even try to sugarcoat it. It's the very first thing you hear waking up in your new life.

Her eyes are distant, fear and horror having left behind numbness. It's like she's not even here.

She will stay at your side all day long, tending at your wound periodically until Misty comes.

When night falls she sleeps soundly near you, cradling your weak body in hers.

Hours later, when Taissa discovers a lake, Lottie is the one to help you move. You are leaning on her and she's so careful to move you as best as she can. She's careful, slow and when no one is near, whispers sweet reassurances to you.

The days pass. Everyone tries their best to survive. You can't do anything besides sitting around and checking on your wound, getting redder and redder until a crust forms on it. Then, with a little patience, you can finally help. Both you and Lottie work on the same stuff. If you're gathering herbs, she is too; if you are taking the place of Mari as a cook, she's the one to hand you ingredients.

As time goes on, you can feel something shifting in Lottie's demeanor. She's numb, silent and spends an awful lot of time with Laura Lee.

Your jealousy takes the better of you, and for a while, you don't talk to Lottie. And she doesn't talk to you either. You're left alone with the presence of the trees on your head, until she is the first one to make a move.

She sits next to you, silent. You can feel something in her changing, killing the sweet Lottie you knew. It's then that she tells you about what's bothering her. She sees things.

Your sweet Lottie sees things. Shadows moving in the dark corners of the room, in the darkness that seeps out of the trees, whispers and voices telling her what to do, how to act. She has visions: of death, of fire and frost, of hunger.

For a while you are terrified of Lottie. You don't mean to, really, but what she said to you that afternoon made you wary of her. Who knows what she could do to appease her voices.

So you drift further apart, further and further until autumn comes. It's clear to all of you that death is close. There's no food and the days are cold. So, in the last attempts to make your life worthy, you threw a party. One of those that you went to before the crash, only with no music and homemade alcohol.

At homecoming, you finally try to open your heart to Lottie once more. It's scary, it's sad, but she allows you into her own. The rest of the night is spent laughing, holding her close to you and waiting for death to come. But it doesn't. You wake up hours later, the dust of the earth in your eyes and the sparks of the fire dying next to you.

You had slept for the entirety of the night, oblivious of what happened. No one is interested enough to tell you, and you will come to know it the day after, when Jackie and Shauna fight. Thinking that they had let their hunger run rampant enough to threaten the lives of their friends scares you, but not as much as you thought. Maybe you wished Travis died. Maybe you could finally satiate your hunger.

After Jackie's death, Lottie grows more deranged. You know that she means no harm, but through her delusions, she managed to hold a tool on the entirety of the group. You attend her prayers in the morning, more to fill that hole in her chest than helping yourself. Or maybe, you too need just a little bit of faith.

There is not one day where Lottie isn't near you. She follows you like her shadows follow her, her eyes always on you. It creeps you out sometimes, but you let her. She will randomly go out in the wilderness and come back with herbs and plants she will boil to make you a cup of tea. It's a small gesture, one that you grow to hold dear.

In return, you bring her all the trinkets you find while helping Natalie and Travis hunt. The girl has grown wary of you, annoyed at how you always have to stop to collect some strange sticks, rocks, shells and remains of animals. She had even begun to scream at you once, but you had to endure and bite your tongue.

She will always wait for you with one of her many beverages. Lottie will never tell you that the reason they are uncharacteristically dark is because she let a few drops of her blood in, in an attempt to shield you from whatever the wilderness had in store for you. Maybe it's an attempt on her part to bring herself with you, to make you feel less lonely in that cold hell.

When you eat Jackie, you find Lottie outside in the snow, clinging to where her heart is. She would want nothing more than to wail right now. Her stomach is filled, and she so wished it wasn't.

You take her and kiss her tears away, but nothing will erase her guilt. Both of you cry, hugging each other while snow falls.

Lottie never does anything out of pure malice. Every little thing she does is for the better good, but she knows she's flawed. Somehow, it seems like everything she does is a burden, making people turn against her.

There are moments of happiness even in the most difficult of situations. Sometimes you will walk in the wilderness, letting the snow cling to your boots and cold air fill your lungs. The forest is silent, but you're okay with that. There isn't any need to talk. There's just you and her, embracing each other's company.

You will never forgive yourself for not intervening when Shauna attacks Lottie. You're just too out of it. All you can see is a blur of figures moving, red spilling from them. When you understand that it's Lottie's blood, finally you understand what is happening.

Worry and horror fills you as you fall to the floor, checking Lottie.

Her flesh is red and puffy, blood seeps from cuts near her eyes and brows, flows down her nose and stains her clothes. She doesn't respond to your cries.

You nurse her back to health, regularly checking on her with Misty. Cleaning her wounds, helping her bathe and clothe her as best as you can. Sometimes she'll mumble through her fever, words coming out jagged. She asks you to not let her body go to waste, to eat her if she dies. The mere thought of that makes your skin crawl. You try to reason with her but it's no use, she needs to hear it. So you accept.

The first thing Lottie does when seeing you after waking up is cry. She's not happy to be alive. Maybe she wished for you to consume her so she could finally be at peace, away from this place. But that does not happen. That night, you don't let her go back. As much as she could protest, you don't want to share her to the others yet.

"I am sorry". She doesn't tell you why, but deep down you know the reason. You hug her close, hiding your face onto her neck, "Please...never say anything like that ever again". She falls silent. It takes a moment for her to actually feel the desperation and sadness grow in her heart, but when it does, it breaks her. She almost falls in your arms, hands shaking and tears stinging at her flesh. She wails, like a hurt animal. You embrace her and cry, mourn with her. Words don't come easy, but as you spell them, a small hope flickers in your chest.

Anon i'm very sorry but I'm not too great with writing fluff, so this is a short blurb. I hope I made it sweet enough! Enjoy!

Bad grammar

It's around 9pm when Natalie finally steps into her home. Her skin is reddened by the harsh winter air and a headache is starting to form deep in her brain. Her house is warm and dry, welcoming her back. She hapazardly kicks her shoes to the side and steps into the bedroom, where you are waiting for her. You are reading a book and have already changed into your night clothes. Natalie's eyes met yours reflected in your glasses, and just by this small interaction, you know she had a shit day.

"Welcome home baby" she doesn't respond, instead, she strips and leaves her clothes on the floor while changing. Natalie knows you hate when she makes the house look like a mess, but today is not the day to bother her further. You don't even need to talk; she's already on you, cuddling closer to be held.

You run your hand on her back, something you've come to know she loved.

"Do you...want to talk or should I-?" she interrupts you with a long sush, trying to bury herself deeper in your arms. You interwen your legs with hers and cuddle her impossibly closer.

"Fuck, you are so cold" she lets out a sigh, "Outside is freezing. You will warm me up anyway". Humming, you stop talking, just content in holding her.

"Could you please tell me how your day went?" she asks, voice already drrowsy.

"Oh, alright. So I went out today at nine am. My boss has scolded me for arriving late, but she was..." as her body starts to get warmer, her brain slowly shuts down, letting sleep overtake her.

"...You're falling asleep, aren't you?" you smile down at her, looking as her cheeks get flushed slightly, but her eyelids are completley shut.

"Nuh uh..." it's adorable how she keeps trying to deny the evidence. It takes just a couple of minutes for Natalie to fall asleep, lightly snoring, muffled by your clothes.

"I love you Nat" you hear her stirr in her sleep, suddenly more aware of herself, "I...love you too..."

You place a kiss on her forehead, feeling her sigh with contentment.

In your arms.

Contains: angst sprinkled with a little bit of fluff, dissection of animal that can be read as gore (not intended to be read as such).

A/n: I channeled my anger and sadness into this, I hope you'll enjoy it.

Her heels dig in the cold coat of snow that covers the earth, breath quick and laboured from the fatigue that heavies her body.

Natalie wields the gun in her hands, eyes closed against the force of the wind. Her prey has just gotten away from her, leaving it's footprints in the snow; but the dark is descending and with that goes away the last possibility of a meal. Her hunger precedes her thoughts though, and before she can stop herself from dying of hypothermia, she continues.

The snow pools at her ankles, making it hard to continue walking, but she's hungry. She's so, so hungry. A branch breaks, resounding in the dead silence of the forest.

'There it is' something screams in her brain, 'to the right' and before she could hear the sound of the bullet firing, the body has already fallen on the ground.

A stag, a young one. Good enough to feed them for three days. Heavy, too heavy to carry all at once. Could make something out of it's fur and bones.

All the information floods Natalie's brain, the cold calculating matter helping her understand how to move, how to plan.

She drags the deer's carcass on a nearby tree, posing it at its roots. With her knife she carves an 'x' on it's bark; she reaches for a rope and ties it to the animal's corpse, heavies it with rocks so it can't be taken away by other creatures or entities.

She wants to tell herself that she doesn't believe Lottie's bullshit, but begin alone in a dark unknown forest at night sure does make a shiver run up her spine. With her knife then she separates the femur from the pelvis and cuts, propping the leg up her shoulder.

It feels heavy on her shoulders, but she must continue to walk. They rely on her, you rely on her.

When she finally sees the lights of the cabin Natalie is almost prompted to fall back into the earth, to finally let her life be taken by the Wilderness, but she continues. It feels like ages but finally she steps inside. Snow melts at her feet and wets the wooden floor of the cabin. It's hot inside, a welcomed feeling on her tired skin.

"Natalie!" you are the first to notice her, as you always were. Natalie falls to her knees, her bish exhausted beyond imagination. She's quickly embraced in your arms as people around her move and she falls asleep.

Hours later she wakes up in your arms. You're near the fire, everyone else is asleep around you two. You are the only one who is still awake. Your hand is combing knots out of her hair, drying them of the snow as best as possible. "Baby..." she mutters, snuggling near you.

You immediately look at her as soon as you hear her voice. "Natalie!" someone near you stirs at the sound of your loud voice, so you whisper to her ears. "Natalie, how are you? Is everything alright?" you notice a blush spreading on her cheeks as your hands check everywhere for wounds of any kind. "Y-yeah I am fine" she whispers, looking at you with adoration and love in her eyes.

"How did everything go?" you ask her and at your words she remembers the left over carcass in the snow. "The... The body is still there. We got to-" she is already about to move from the safe nest that is your arms, but you pull her back within you. "No, stay here".

"But we have to-!" she tries to fight against your hold but you're stronger than her and she falls right back into you. She's about to protest but you interrupt her before she can say anything, "No one requires anything out of you, Natalie".

As soon as she hears your words, something snaps and she collapses, limbs heavy as lead and heart wounded. All the muscles in her body have become soft and moving an inch proves to be a far difficult task than she imagined.

You are so nice, so lovley to her, and she doesn't deserve this.

"For tonight you can rest". She presses her nose into the cavity of your neck, searching in any way to be as close to you as possible, to melt into you.

Her stomach grumbles and all at once she's hit with hunger. Now she's conscious enough to take in the state of the cabin and the others. Everyone is asleep, only the sounds of their snores echoing in the space. Wooden spoons and bowls are scattered around the floor, not one drip or crumb of dinner left. The mouthwatering smell of meat shimmering on a pot filling the cabin from the outside.

"Has everyone already ate?" you move so that Natalie can sit up on her own. "Yes, but I wanted to wait for you" her grey eyes peer into yours, darkned by the dim light of the room. She looks worried, scared.

Scared that you might put her in the first place, scared that you might die of hunger, scared of everything. And you can see that hurt, that fear in her. The mask she has created these months is slowly crubling, revealing a terrified and tired person behind it.

"You didn't had to..." once again, her worries are shut by your words, "Of course I did". It's almost like she can't fully comprehend why you do this. Why you act like this.

You get up and get outside, where the wind is whipping at your skin. You fill two makeshift bowls to the brim with the remaining meat.

You give one to Natalie and sit back next to her, already dipping the spoon in. Meat floats above the surface of hot water, making Natalie nauseous.

"There were no mushrooms left, right?" she asks, reciving a small hum from you. She sighs, setting her hopes and complaints aside and digging her theet in the first bite of meat. It's cooked, no ounce of pink left inside, but flavourless. It tastes of wild, untamed animal. It's crude, it's hard, but she's hungry. The only source of flavour is the water, salted by the blood.

She would do anything right now to eat a god damned hamburger, or anything else for that matter, but her hunger is too hard to battle.

She could do with this. She has eaten worse.

"It tastes like shit!" you comment with a laugh, but neverteless continue to eat.

As the last drop of water falls into her mouth, Natalie sets the bowl aside, looking into the shades of the window. She can see the reflection of the dying fire outside, smothered by snow and wind. It looks so much like me, she thinks to herself.

Natalie would do anything in the world to be as far away from here as possible. She seeks refuge in her mind, in a made up world where there's just the two of you. She imagines a small house, in the countryside. It's just you and her, and maybe one or two cats. She'd name them after her favourite band's members. She's finally free from her addictions, no ghosts of the past haunting her or you. No father, no mother, no Jackie, no death. She can finally let that mask fall; she can finally feel like herself. She wakes up in your arms, hot and cuddled up against you. It's spring, there's no cold and the house is full of food. She is happy and safe.

"What a beautiful life would that be..." she sighs, running her hands over her eyes. It's surprising how quietly she falls, unable to stop the tears and hiccups coming from her. "Why isn't it true...?" the dark room is closing in on her, leaving her breathless and empty. But your touch becons her, like a warm light, like the north star guiding sailors into the vastness of the sea.

You look at her eyes: nothing needs to be said. Both of you know that the situation is dire, that it's unlikley you will see the end of winter. Natalie breaks when you kiss her, so tender and sweet that it makes her heart cry. She's the first one to talk; "I love you" she says, crying as you hold her face in your palms. "I love you too", it's the first time she ever heard you say those words, and even in the pain and hurt, she smiles. A feeling of relief, happiness, washes over her.

Maybe she will be okay. Maybe you will be okay.

Bites and kisses.

Contents: Misty (she's a warning herself), cuteness aggression, weird blonde woman, suggestive towards the end, short one-shot/blurb.

Requested by @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings! I am sorry, this is very short but I hope you will like it nonetheless!

Misty believes herself to be a woman of 'brain first, heart second'.

She's smart, calculating and cunning. Even in the most dire of situations, she tries to use her head and be as strategic as possible. That's why she got away with her... accidents over the years. But it all changes when she meets you.

You met Misty while taking care of your old auntie. Fate would have that you decided to take her in Misty's nursing home.

You caught her attention from the first moment. Ten minutes after seeing you for the first time, she already had a name and found information about you online. You know, like a normal person would.

With a little bit of planning, over the weeks, she managed to go on a date with you.

Of course, she already knew what would have happened. Either you would get bored with her, or she would have said some weird shit and warded you off. She had cronometrated that it would take aproximatley 13.42 minutes to end a date.

But when the minutes passes and nothing happens, she's a bit weirded out. Well, she is happy but this had never happened before. It takes all her willpower to try and be as 'un-misty' as possible and by the end of the night, another date is set.

Weeks pass and each one of them is filled with dates of any kind. By the time a month and a half has passed, Misty can proudly declare herself as taken.

As said, Misty believes herself to be a woman of 'brain first, heart second' but not when you are around her.

She'll come home after a long and strenous day, shoulders hard from fatigue. Her day has just been the worst but that all is washed away when she sees you, her cute lover, cuddled up in a blanket on her couch, waiting for her.

And you look just so cute, so adorable, all snuggled up for her. Misty, no kidding, will get a very bad attack of cuteness aggression. You wake up with your new found lover gripping at the couch's cushions, heavy breathing and blushing above you and for a moment you truly think she will murder you. Then, Misty reaches for your cheek, "You look just..." she gets in front of your face, "...so cute!!".

Your sleep is completly knocked out of you when she catapults herself on your lap, hands touching you everywhere.

"How can you be so cute?!" her cheeks are red and her eyes have somehow gotten darker and bigger. She looks postivley drunk out of her mind.

Her hands push at the muscles of your cheeks, pinching and kneading. To her you look just as a little helpless thing, tl be cherished and noursished. And yes, that is the exact same thought process of elephants.

Misty truly believes herself to be a woman of intellect, but she does aknowledge that sometimes, her body speaks before her mind does. Often she did things purely out of gain, simply because she wanted to.

"I just wanna...eat you!" and you remain completley motionless as she starts to bite down on your flesh. She gives a small but sure bite on your nose, then on your neck and jaw, leaving her marks on you, screming 'this is mine'. Her bites turn into tiny licks that follow the curve of your jaw and you try so hard to not get too turned on by her actions.

It doesn't seem she sees them as anything else than bonding, but as your breath starts to quicken and get heavier, so do her ministrations. Her kisses get heavier, slower and more sensual; you have to pray to any god there is out there to restrain yourself from jumping on her.

Hello! How are you?

Hello! How are you?

So I haven't been active on Tumblr for a while now, studying for exams and all, and I come on here, waiting to see some posts from one of my favourites mots, deerlottie, and see that he has deactivated his account due to some arsehole begin transophobic on his inbox. I don't usually do these types of posts but this needs to be talked about.

I want you to know that you are an awful human begin. There's no other way to put it. You are a genuinely awful person and I hope that all the pain you caused deerlottie comes back to you.

You have no idea how lucky you are.

Do you even know how horrible it is to be born in a body that doesn't feel right? That doesn't feel like yours? I had a boyfriend who was transexual and I saw in his eyes everyday the pain of not begin able to pass, of not begin able to feel like himself. It is a pain that we cisgendered people will never know and you have no fucking right telling someone that they are wrong for begin transexual. You do not know how lucky you are.

We as humans want to put ourselves into the world, to seek people like us, and art is the world's most ancient form of expression. It's natural we put ourselves into characters we like, whether thats by gender or even personality. For you to hate a demographic of people so much that you bully someone out of a lovley community just for the way they headcanoned some FICTIONAL characters is diabolical.

They are not real.

We all loved deerlottie and their headcanons made people feel good about themselves and represented their struggles, both sexually and socially.

Deerlottie, if you see this, which I doubt you will because you've probably left tumblr for good, I want you to know that you are loved. That we miss you and hope you will come back, that it's okay if you won't and we understand that this kind of hate could very well made someone quit their blog. We love you and we hope you will come back.

And for anyone out there, I want you all to know that my blog is and will always be welcome for trans people. I will always try my best to portray with accuracy your experiences, wheter that's reflected on the reader or on the yj characters. I will always welcome you.