#fatin x reader

[nnightskiess]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?

the wilds masterlist

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Fatin played with the notebook in her hands, contemplating what to do with it. Throw it away and thus get rid of the problem and the nagging feeling in her gut, or give in to it and potentially wreak havoc after opening Pandora's box? 

The flames flickered a bright orange in contrast to the green surrounding her, and it was as if they begged her to throw the notebook into the fire. She jumped slightly in her spot when you planted a kiss on the top of her head as you stood above her, your hands on her shoulders. 

"You look like you need to relieve some stress." 

Fatin groaned softly and let her head fall back, "Hell fucking yes." She accepted your help to pull her up and grinned at you, cheekily. 

"Oh! Oh no, not that, I-" The apples of your cheeks flushed for a second, "Here- hold onto this." 

Fatin furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the tiny leaf you had given her, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" 

"Just hold onto it." 

Fatin rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile when you grabbed her hand and pulled her with you through the woods. You patted a random rhythm on her hand while she stumbled along beside you. 

"Where are you taking me, hotstuff?" 

"It's a surprise." 

She let out a breathy chuckle, "You do know where we're going, right? I feel like we've walked past that rock already." 

You stopped, "Do you trust me?" 

"With my life." 

"Then shush." You winked, stringing her along again through the density of the forest. 

"God- when you talk to me like that you're making it really hard for me not to want to-" 

"Shush!" 

Fatin's arm tugged at yours as she stopped. With her head tilted to the side, she raised an eyebrow in challenge at the tone you had given her. 

"Please?" 

Her expression broke and she grinned, and tapped your nose before walking past you. 

"Hey! You have no idea where we're going!" 

"I have a hunch!" She laughed and yelled back at you, already at a headstart. She smiled when she heard the crackling of the dried leaves on the ground, signalling you had picked up your pace to follow her. The group dynamic had changed after the dreadful event on the beach. Each girl had taken their own time and had used their own tactics to try and give it a place. Rachel had shut down, Martha focused more on hunting so she didn't have to think about it, Dot had done a 180 and had stepped back from her role as leader, Leah seemed to spiral down even more, always in her head as it seemed. The two lovebirds found comfort with each other and Fatin... Well, Fatin had surprised you. Where Dot had stepped back, she had taken over, like a true mama bear. It was new, this new version of Fatin, and what had also been a surprise was the kiss she had planted on your lips the night you had asked her why she was still awake. 

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The fire crackled softly and barely lit your surroundings, but its sole use was to keep you warm, even if it wasn't really necessary here in the woods. The sounds of the night took over, the chirping of insects and the occasional screech of a bird. The bed made from bamboo and frawns was better than the sand back on the beach, but somehow you still didn't feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and give in to the sleep. A rustling from the other side of the campfire made you lift up your head. 

Fatin had gone to sit up and was mindlessly staring out into the flames. You watched the way her head was tilted, how she pursed her lips as if she was in deep thought. She scribbled something down in the notebook she had been glued to for a few days now, the notebook that used to be Nora's. Her eyes then flicked over to you, and she forced a smile before averting her gaze back to the fire when she caught you staring. Without making too much noise, you approached her and sat next to her. 

"Can't sleep?" 

"You can't either?" 

You shook your head, watching her from the side. Something seemed to be plaguing her mind, and you did not like it one bit. 

"I know we haven't encountered any real danger here but it still feels wrong if we all go to sleep. Something could be happening or approaching and we wouldn't know. I feel safer knowing someone's on the lookout." She clarified when she felt you staring. 

Her whole demeanour changed in a split second and Fatin's signature wide smile stretched across her face, "It's fine, don't worry." She playfully tapped your leg, "Go to sleep, I'm watching over you guys." She chuckled under her breath, but you knew she meant it. She was looking out for all of you girls, like she had started to do a while back. 

"I'm fine, I'd rather keep you company." 

She pursed her lips to one side, her eyes scanning your face. She nodded meekly. The jungle's white noise filled your silence for a bit until you dared to give in to the desire. Fatin froze when your head landed on her shoulder and your hand found its way to hers. 

"Well, that's... nice." She chuckled dryly, a bit awkwardly, and patted your hand with the one that wasn't trapped beneath yours. You only hummed in return, happy to feel safe now that you were so close to her. It took her a good minute, but eventually, you felt her head tilt against yours, some of her stray hairs tickling the side of your face. 

"Are you okay?" She whispered out, hoping you would answer honestly. 

"I don't know anymore." 

Now it was her time to hum, "Hard fucking same." 

"I'm glad we still have each other. And for what it's worth, I wouldn't have wanted to be stuck on an island with anyone else but you girls." You squeezed her hand, but you missed the way she bit her lip to hide whatever she was really feeling. 

Fatin didn't know what to say next, nor did she want to. She just wanted to bask in this moment in silence, let no words interrupt her from feeling this way. Things had been weird lately, to say the least. Being stranded on a deserted island was one weird thing to begin with, but Fatin had never anticipated for this to happen. She knew something would happen eventually, she had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Initially, she had thought Nora's death and Rachel's accident had been it, but no, she was wrong. The other shoe was called Y/N and you had weaselled your way into her heart, had started to occupy her train of thought and you had started to make her into this silly little school girl with a crush she never thought she would be. Of course, Fatin had eyes, and she'd admitted to herself that you were a very pretty girl within first meeting on the plane. But things hadn't stayed superficial. She'd watched, seen you smile and she had listened to you talk. She had observed and had grown fond of the perfect and imperfect things that made you you, and that terrified her immensely. What the fuck was happening to her? She would not lose her reputation over a silly crush. But then you'd appear next to her, make her feel appreciated, you'd smile at her or laugh at one of her sassy one-liners and you had her wrapped around your finger all over again. 

"Do you think this island will be our future?" 

Your question made her retract to look at you. You had sounded so small and afraid, she didn't like it. But lying was never her strong suit, and she also had a tendency to speak before thinking, so she blurted out, 

"Yeah, we'll have to get used to it, I'm guessing." She playfully rolled her eyes, the thought making her worry and thus she closed herself off again, not daring to go deep or to open up. Her smile fell when your head dipped, "I mean- we'll make the most of it. Eventually, someone might fly over again or something like that. I just think we need to be realistic as well. We need to get stuff up and running over here as if it's our end destination, you know? Because it might be our reality soon." She rambled, squeezing your hand now and then.  

"Sure."  

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that." 

"It's fine. I asked. I needed the reality check. Thank you for being honest." 

Fatin nodded and bit her lips. She went up to poke one of the logs further into the fire. It set off a large flame. She retreated and hugged her legs close to her chest.  

"So..." 

"So." 

When you felt her eyes on you, you turned to the side right as Fatin moved a strand of hair out of your face.  

"Is that why you couldn't sleep?" Her voice was soft, angelic almost, and you wanted to close your eyes and play it on a loop in your head. Her fingertips grazed the side of your cheek before she retracted her hand.  

You nodded in return. "What about you?" 

"Oh... um, stuff. You know? So much going on at once, my head's just-" She moved her hands and mimicked an explosion.

"If you need a person to extinguish that explosion of yours, I'm here." 

"Thanks." Fatin gave you a tight-lipped smile.  

You dropped your head on her shoulder again, and this time her arm slowly snaked around your waist to pull you closer.  

"Do you think we would have all been friends if we had gone to like... the same high school or something?" 

"Oh hell no!" Fatin laughed and the sound made you smile, "And I'd definitely wouldn't have been friends with your annoying ass." 

"No?" 

Fatin swallowed and looked at you as you looked up at her, expectantly and with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes, "No, not friends." 

"All right, go rip my heart in two. Here I thought we had something special going on." You shook your head playfully, but completely missed the way Fatin was looking at you and visibly battling what to do or say next. 

"I don't think I could ever only be your friend." She blurted out and watched your eyes widen in surprise. Did she mean-? Her face was hard to read and her eyebrows were furrowed together. What was going on in that head of hers?  Suddenly, her face broke into a grin and she created some distance between the two of you, "Whew, sorry, didn't mean to go all cheesy on you. Anyway, tomorrow we should really try to find more-" 

"-Fatin." You turned to face her, "What did you mean with that?" 

She tilted her head and bit her lip, realised she had dug her own hole and that she couldn't leave you hanging now. She let out the deepest sigh, rubbed her forehead and opened her mouth, but suddenly, for the first time in her life, she had no clue what to say. She knew what she wanted to do, though. She wanted to hold your hand, hold you close when you couldn't sleep or needed the comfort, she wanted to kiss you over and over again, she wanted all that sappy shit she promised herself she would never do.  

She grabbed your hand off your lap and played with your fingers. When she looked back up, she was smiling a vulnerable smile at you and you widened your eyes when she came closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.  

"That's what I meant with that." She quietly mumbled out, feeling shy all of a sudden. What the fuck was happening to her and her confidence?  

"Oh..." Was all you said, trying to put the pieces together in your head. Then it clicked. It made sense. An overwhelming amount of feelings slapped you in the face when you realised this was exactly what you had been unable to put a finger on the past few weeks yourself.  

"I'm sorry. If it creeped you out. I'll never do it-" 

She was cut off when you planted a kiss on her cheek and if it hadn't been so dark out, you knew you would have seen her face flush. She took a few seconds to figure things out, as you had done, until a certain confidence flashed across her face. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

"Please." You grinned. 

She cupped both your cheeks, stopped momentarily to search for the final confirmation, and nuzzled her nose against yours before connecting your lips in a delicate, short kiss. You didn't know what you had expected from the short kiss, but all you wanted was to get closer to her. It appeared she shared your feelings when she went in for another kiss, her lips parting this time to give you more than just a quick peck. You grinned widely when you felt her smile against your lips. Your stomach felt fuzzy and your head light, but Fatin's soft hold on your cheeks kept you in place. After a couple of seconds, she placed her head against yours.  

"Well, that was way better than a forehead kiss." She joked. 

You playfully pushed her away from you before grabbing her hand. Then she groaned and buried her face in her other hand.  

"Oh God, I'm so fucking embarrassed right now." 

You tugged at her hand, leading her to fall against your chest, "Don't be, knowing you have this soft side makes me like you even more." 

Her groan was muffled against your shoulder. "Tell anyone I am like this and I will kill you in your sleep." She pushed you away, smiling as you laughed. 

"Good thing it's my turn to keep a lookout then." 

"What? No, I will-" 

"Fatin, I saw you fight to keep your eyes open ten minutes ago. It's fine. I'll cover you." 

She squeezed her eyes and looked at you, "Fine... Only this once." She huffed like a grumpy child and made herself comfortable on her bed. You sat by her feet, looking down at her with the biggest grin you had ever had.  

"Goodnight, Fatin." 

"Goodnight, Y/N." 

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"The hot spring?" Fatin raised an eyebrow as soon as you walked out of the density of the trees, "What did you have in mind?" 

"Sit." You looked at her for a couple of seconds, a wide grin taking over your face. 

"What?" Fatin laughed breathlessly and when she kept looking at you, you ushered her to sit down, 

You cleared your throat, "Good afternoon, Miss Jadmani, you had reservations for 2.30, is that correct?" 

"What in the actual fuck is going on." 

"Your spa appointment?" 

"Sure... I guess." Fatin quirked a brow and bit her lip to suppress her own grin. 

"Hm, let's see-" You read the invisible clipboard in your hands, "Massage, mud facial and bath, cleanse and then a relaxing hot spring, correct?" 

"Ah, my usual. Lovely." Fatin lifted her chin and crossed her legs, looking posh, but her eyes were filled with a childlike joy as she snuck a glance at you through her peripheral. 

"May I see your ticket, please?" 

"Ticket?" 

Your arms fell to your side, "Fatin... I told you to-" 

"Oh- wait- this stupid thing?" She grabbed the leaf from a pocket in her jacket. 

"Splendid. This way." 

You led her to the edge of the hill, and helped her sit down on the grass, her legs crisscrossed. You scurried behind her and helped her take her jacket off before starting to massage her shoulders. 

"Are you sure you're classified? Your touch is rather- ouch! Y/N!" 

"I'm sorry! I've never done this before!" You panicked slightly, but relaxed when she laughed. 

"It shows." 

Fatin's hands cupped your knees as she sat between your legs. A couple of peaceful minutes passed where you tried to delicately massage her neck and shoulders, until Fatin turned her head, 

"To what do I owe this anyway?" 

"Um, I just- well, just because I wanted to." 

"Hey, no, go on, tell me." 

"It's silly." You shook your head, "And way too cheesy and sappy for your liking." 

"I'll be the judge of that. Tell me." She softly squeezed your knee. 

"Turn around," You instructed softly, trying to distract her. Before Fatin realised, you had already smeared both her cheeks with a thick mud. She gasped and closed her eyes, half pushing you away until she realised what you were doing. 

"A warning could have been nice!" She laughed before blowing raspberries to try and get the few drops of mud off her lips, "Where did you even find this?!" 

"Near the river!" You shrugged matter-of-factly. 

"Y/N, I swear to motherfucking God- if this gives me rashes I'll-" 

"Kill me in my sleep. You have every right to do so then. Well, Miss Jadmani, unfortunately due to.... reasons, we don't have a mud bath available." 

She gasped, "Abomination." 

"But we can offer a mud scrub for half the prize?" 

"All right. Let's get to it then." 

You helped her out of her clothes, leaving her in her bikini, before you started to coat her arms and shoulders with mud. 

"Your turn now." She smeared some mud on your nose, her own nose scrunching up adorably as she did so. She smiled a wide toothy grin when you tried to whack her arms away. 

"Ma'am, that's highly inappropriate, I need you to step-" 

"Hey, what else are you gonna do with all this leftover mud?" She had already coated your lower arm before a whine could leave your mouth. 

"Oh, don't be such a cry baby. Your skin will be as smooth as a baby bum afterwards. Or filled with rashes. All right, what's next?" 

You hurried to your feet, pulled Fatin up, walked her over to the hot spring and helped her step in. 

A content sigh immediately left her mouth when the warm water made contact with her skin, and she rested her head against the edge, eyes closed and a content smile on her face. 

She opened one eye to spy, "Babe, get over here," She grinned when she saw you approach. She outstretched her hand and you took the bait, entwining your fingers with hers, but before you could send her a soft smile, your mouth was filled with water as Fatin had pulled you into the water. Her ecstatic laughter could be heard from under the surface and you knew right away you couldn't even be mad at her. 

"I'm so sorry!" She kept repeating when you surfaced, but couldn't help but laugh in between at your wet puppy dog face. 

"I didn't pay for a spa treatment!" 

"It's a couple's spa treatment, babe, you had to get in! Wait- ew, I promised myself I would never do something that sickeningly cheesy." 

You hummed and accepted the hug as she pulled you against her. She intertwined your hands under the water, rested her head against the rocks and turned to look at you, 

"I still want to know why you did all this." 

"Oh um-" You mindlessly started wiping the mud of her shoulder, avoiding her eyes, "I just thought you deserved a break, you know?" 

Fatin only hummed but kept her eyes on you, a clear sign she was waiting for the rest. 

"And um, I didn't know how to, um.... I was just wondering if, like..." Her thumb grazed over your knuckles and when you looked back into her eyes to see they had softened, you took a deep breath, "Well... we've had a fun time the past month and I really like you and you know... I was just wondering, like, if you would, maybe... I mean-" 

"Oh for fuck's sake, Y/N-" Fatin smiled bright, "Get here already." She pulled you in for a kiss by your neck, "I'd love to be your girlfriend." 

"How did you-" 

"Heard you and Shelby talk about it. It was adorable." 

You groaned and let your head fall back. Fatin could only watch with an amused smile. 

"What did you think I would say? No?!" 

"I don't know, but I didn't want to push you or rush you since I know this isn't really your thing." 

"I know. I mean, I'm starting to warm up to it. I like it more and more and- Oh fuck." 

"You've gone soft?" You laughed and prodded her, 

"I've gone soft like a disgustingly soft boiled egg. If someone told me that I'd be on a deserted island and get a girlfriend along with it, I would have laughed before I told them to shut the fuck up." 

"Well, it's real. I'm real." 

"Thank God, you are. C'mere." She smiled before pulling you into a kiss. 

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[thatsgay-writes]

Fatin x FtM!Reader Sneak Peak

(Reader uses he/they pronouns)

"So yours is called the Dawn of Eve?" You ask Fatin, your girlfriend of 2 years. "Yeah, mom and dad are sending me there after the whole cheating scandal." Fatin said with a roll of her eyes as she continued to pack her bags. One bag was going to be for the retreat scheduled to happen in two weeks and the other was some overnight things so she could stay at your house until it was time to go. "What's yours called again?" "ugh." You respond to her question before a smirk comes to your face. You get off her bed and casually stand near her as you respond. "Something something Adam." Fatin just nods in response focused back on her packing. "Look why don't we take a break from packing?" You say as you push Fatin onto the bed, getting her attention away from the clothes once again. You give her a smile as you take off your shirt and feel her fingers run along the bottom side of your chest, where your flower tattoos covered your scars. "I like where this is going." She says with a smirk and you respond in kind. "Good then let's make like Adam and Eve and populate this earth." You say as you lean over her, until Fatin busts out laugh. "What?" She questions as she curls up in laughter, completely taking away from the moment you were about to have. "Please never use that line again!" She continues as she laughs. You lean back away from her with a pout and cross your arms. "Shut up."

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[a-writes3]

i took a huge break on here but please send in requests i want to start writing again! people i write for is on my pinned post! i only write for women/ non binary characters.

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[makewithheartandsoul]

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[lycheepocketwitch]

LPW'S 22ND BIRTHDAY EVENT

hi everyone! so, this blog hit 300 and 400 followers over the past few months and i wanted to thank everyone for following my little writing adventures! i wasn't able to host a milestone celebration event, but i have a bit more time to plan out an event for my birthday, coming up nov. 1st.

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[uraveragelonelygay]

Calm in the Storm

Pairing: Shelby Goodkind x Reader x Toni Shalifoe

Summary: You are not okay. But you are also not alone.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Depressive thoughts, slight suicidal ideations, but nothing crazy, Shoni being loving and soft gfs

A/N: Miss me? lol I know it’s not marvel, but enjoy some content!

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Being stranded on an abandoned island came with a lot of feelings. Regret. Anger. Frustration. Terror. Despair. And those were just the surface emotions. You had experienced them all. But after being on the island for nearly a month, a new emotion began to stir. A feeling that  there was no point. A feeling that no matter what you did, it wouldn’t be good enough to save everyone. Hopelessness. You felt hopeless.

The feeling settled deep in your bones as you sat up against a washed up log on the sand. The bark was scratchy against your back. The night breeze caused you to shiver. A few hundred feet from you, the other girls sat around the fire, laughing and telling stories. But none of that could overpower the feeling of hopelessness that seemed to be drowning you. A feeling that it felt like nothing or no one could stop.

The feeling had been building in you for a while. Perhaps it was always destined to overwhelm you, seeing as one of the many treasures lost at sea seemed to be the medications that helped to keep your mind at bay. But the cause of it seemed to be unimportant. In the moment, all you could think about was how the feeling consumed you. How you felt as if there was no point in even trying anymore. There wasn’t a point in waking up, or doing your chores, or interacting with the girls. Staring out at the sea, you wondered what the harm would be in running out into the sea, letting your body bash against the-

“Hey, hun, enjoying the view?” A sweet southern drawl interrupted your twisted thoughts, and before you could fully process it, one of your girlfriends was sitting beside you and resting her head on your shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, just watching the waves,” you responded despondently as your other girlfriend took a seat on your opposite side, gently taking your hand in hers.

“You looked pretty lost in thought there, babe, are you doing alright?” Toni asked softly, her concerned eyes trying to meet yours as you simply stared forward at the ocean.

The words were on the tip of your tongue. The need to express yourself and be comforted by your girlfriends was burning you up inside. But a voice in your head kept you quiet.

Burden. You’re a burden. Don’t bother them with your problems. They already have enough to worry about without you being all lame and sad all the time.

You took a deep breath, and for a moment your loves were hopeful that you would talk to them. Instead, you plastered a smile on your face and glanced between them. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, I was just taking a breather.”

Shelby and Toni exchanged concerned glances with each other, but ultimately decided to drop it for the time being. They hoped you would come to them if it really got bad.

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You did not, in fact, end up reaching out to them. As the days passed, you did your best to fake smiles and act as though everything was alright, but all the girls were able to notice how tired you were, or the way you moved a little slower than normal, or how your smiles always seemed forced. But they opted to not directly address it, simply doing subtle things to check in on you and help you out. Your girls made sure you were drinking water and eating. Fatin tried to include you in her shit-talking sessions. Dot took on a few of your daily chores to ease your load. Martha gave you a little extra when distributing food. Leah and Rachel even offered you a spot in their makeshift band.

But this only made you feel worse. You felt guilty for making the girls feel the need to go out of their way in order to help you. You were trying to be okay. Really, you were. But everything felt as though it got heavier and heavier everyday. You were running out of energy to do anything.

Everything hit its peak about a week after your conversation with Shelby and Toni. You were at an all time low now, and nobody had failed to notice that. You wouldn’t get out of bed. You simply lied there and stared into space, your mind elsewhere. You were so tired. Too tired to eat. Too tired to drink. Too tired to move. It was all too much. You felt as though you were being crushed by the weight of everything. You just wanted to curl in on yourself and disappear. You wondered if there was a way you could sneak off while the girls were asleep. You wouldn’t use the medication. No; you had already burdened everyone enough; there was no way you were going to deplete their med supply on top of everything else. So you would have to find another way. There was always-

“Hey, babe,” this time it was your hot-headed brunette girlfriend who interrupted your dark thoughts with her soft voice, “Shelby and I were thinking the three of us could head over to our spot and spend some time together, what do you think?” She gently tucked some stray hair behind your ear, caressing your face as she did.

She was always so gentle with you. So gentle. It’s more than you deserve. She deserves better. They both do.

“I think I’m just gonna stay here,” you said, your voice coming out weak and scratchy from lack of use.

Shelby approached you then, crouching down in front of you and taking your hand. “Alright, then how about we lay here with you for a bit? We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk to our girl much lately; it would probably do us all some good.” She was good at that; at making it seem as though they weren’t going out of their way to help you. Her good intentions pulled at your heart strings. For a moment you considered being honest with them this time; finally letting all of your inner turmoil spill out of you for them to help clean up. But then the voice was back.

Look what you did now. You ruined their plans. How dare you? What a fuck up. You’re disgusting.

Your heart clenched, anxiety starting to rise at the thought of inconveniencing the two girls you loved most. “No, no, I wouldn’t want you to do that. Please, you two should go have fun without me.”

Shelby was quick with a response. “Fun? Without you? Nonsense. We’ll just switch things up a little and-”

“No!” You blurted, your breaths quickening as your thoughts began to spiral.

Useless. Worthless. Can’t even let your girlfriends have fun. A mistake. A burden.

Toni took your other hand, brows furrowing in concern. “Hey, what’s going on?”

By this point you’re gasping for air, a full on panic attack in the works as your bottled up emotions can take it no longer. “You have to go, you shouldn’t…you can’t…I can’t…”

“Hey, hey, hey, love. I’m gonna need you to take some deep breaths for me, alright? You’re okay, I promise.” Shelby rubs the back of your hand with her thumb, squeezing it gently, trying to get you to calm down.

 Toni took your hand she was holding and placed it on her chest as she took exaggerated deep breaths. “Breathe with me, alright?”

Before long, you were calming down, now breathing evenly, tears streaming down your face.

“There we go, love, I knew you could do it,” Shelby cooed, taking your face in her hands and gently brushing your tears away with her thumbs.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, going to move away, but Shelby held you there, looking into your eyes with nothing but love and concern.

“There’s no need to apologize, love,” she said, releasing your face to hold one of your hands instead.

“We’re just worried about you,” Toni explained, “you’ve been pulling away, and we want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” 

She took your other hand, squeezing softly, and you took a deep, shaky breath.

“I’m not okay,” you said hoarsely, tears slowly beginning to leak from your eyes again.

Both girls’ hearts broke at the overwhelming pain in your voice.

“It’s so hard to get up each day. I feel so useless. But then by laying around all day I only become more and more useless. And you two have been so wonderful and here I am all sad and lame and annoying and-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Toni cut you off, putting an arm around you and pulling you into her, holding you tight. “You are none of those things, okay? I can promise you that not a soul here thinks you are useless, or lame, or annoying-”

“And trust me, if they do, Toni will cut a bitch,” Shelby interrupted, causing you to let out a weak giggle.

“I’m really sorry you’ve been feeling this way, darling. I wish you’d come to us about it,” Shelby said.

You sighed. “I didn’t wanna bother anyone with my depressing shit. I mean, we’re all stuck here on this god forsaken island, the last thing I wanted to do was be a burden to you guys.”

“You could never,” Shelby assured you.

Toni nodded vigorously.

“Y/N, you’ve been here for all of our shit. You were the one at my side following my shelter building meltdown, you were the one helping nurse me back to health after we all got food poisoning.”

“You were there holding me tight after I told you and Toni about my life back home,” Shelby said, “We will always be here to return the favor. That’s a promise.”

You nodded, tears still flowing at all of the overwhelming emotions filling the atmosphere.

“I love you both so much,” you choked out in a sob.

“And us, you.”

“Always.”

You nuzzled your face into Toni’s neck, breathing her in, and welcoming the safety she brought you. Shelby’s arms were quick to wrap around your waist as she joined Toni in holding you, making you feel infinitely wanted and loved.

You were stranded on an abandoned island with no idea of what tomorrow might look like. A situation like this is one that welcomes chao and panic.

But as the three of you sat there, holding each other, one thing was for certain: you had never felt more grounded and calm than in this moment.

#shoni #Shoni x reader #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe x reader #shelby x toni #shelby goodkind x reader #toni shalifoe #the wilds #save the wilds

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Waterfall- Fatin Jadmani (2)

Pairing: Fatin Jadmani x Reader

Characters: Fatin Jadmani

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- hi could i request a fatin x reader :) maybe they click on the island and have clear chemistry and banter. When fatin storms off to find the waterfall r follows and maybe they kiss in the water or something, if not no worries! or feel free to spin it whatever way you want i’d just like to see slightly soft fatin :)

Word Count: 436

Author: Charlotte

Fatin studied your face. Since you had met on the flight, you had been interested in each other, not that you were going to admit it, but you did make it clear that you enjoyed spending time together. From what she knew of you, she considered you everything her parents had wanted from her- perfection. At first, she thought it was going to be an issue that would make her despise you but actually it made her admire you; that was why it baffled her as to why now you weren’t the one insisting you headed back to the group to tell them about the water.

“Want to go for a dip?” You smiled, shimmying your shoulders and shaking her hand that you were holding.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled her t-shirt over her head before slipping off her jeans and shoes, leaving her in her underwear. You tried to not stare but it felt almost impossible to not look at the girl you had fallen for when she exposed herself to you like that.

“You coming?” She grinned running towards the waters edge, before throwing herself into it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her as you followed her suit, stripping down to your underwear as well and diving in behind her.

Once you breached the surface, you looked for Fatin, finding her swimming towards the small waterfall. You followed her, swimming through the cascading water to find her treading water in the little section of water between the wall of water and stone of the cliff.

“I’m glad we found this,” she said softly, pushing her dark hair from her face.

“We might actually manage to survive here,” you added.

Fatin shook her head. “Not that, although obviously that’s a good thing, but I meant, I’m glad that you and I found this together.”

You weren’t sure what she meant. You scanned her face but before you could come to a conclusion, she had put her hands onto your upper arms, pulling you into her, pressing her lips firmly to yours, not caring about pushing the two of you into the fall of water. Pulling away, you both gasped for air, from not only the other’s lips but the liquid that had been falling atop of you.

“Wow,” you squeaked, having thought of the moment for ages but never having actually expected it to happen. “I didn’t think this day could get any better.”

Fatin rolled her eyes at you playfully. “Now we just need to see a plane land on the island, and it would be perfect.”

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[variaoftevinter]

sera (dragon age) fanfic

sera x oc, leliana, dorian, scout harding all mentioned!! sorry for sm smut i swear i'll have more story based things soon. like way way more

content: lesbian SMUT, afab reader/afab sera, oral, f!ngering, teasing

“Do you intend to join the contest tonight?” I hear Leliana say, looking up from my table in the corner. 

“Contest?” She hands me the flier in her hand.

Archery Contest! Saturday! All challengers welcome*! Sister Leliana to judge!

*Except Varric and Bianca

“What is this, why are you showing me this?”

“It’s Saturday.” Leliana says, smirking.

“Maker, is it really? I haven’t been able to keep track of days since the boat ride. Then there was the month’s training, then there were the weeks on horseback-”

“Sorry to spring this on you, Zena, but I paid good money for your training, and I’d love to see my future assassin at work.”

“Aren’t I supposed to go by Florence now?”

“Fatine.”

“Who are Bianca and Varric?”

“Bianca is the biggest crossbow you’ve ever seen. And Varric is a dwarf whose aim is worse than a blind man’s.”

“I don’t have my bow.”

“It’s a good thing then, that I have it right here,” She picks up the bow she had strapped across her back. It is my bow. Damn. “I know you are nervous, Zena, but the stakes are low. What are wooden targets to a trained killer?”

“I don’t normally shoot for an audience.”

“Oh come now, Zena, that’s quite enough of this whining!” I chuckle, begrudgingly rising from my seat.

“When is this competition?” 

“Any minute now.”

“Maker!”

She leads me outside to a corner of the Skyhold fortress. There are people of the Inquisition milling about, sharing mugs of ale and chattering amongst themselves. Three or four have formed a line, bows drawn and warming up to compete. 

Leliana gently nudges the bow into my hands, and I take my place with the competitors.

“Hello everyone,” a dwarf with strawberry blonde braids steps forward, attempting to address the crowd, to no avail. “Hello all! Hey, hi,” the murmuring diminishes. “Thank you all for coming out to our archery contest! It’s good to build camaraderie by showing support for each other,” she says, teeming with nerves and excitement, “And to have some fun now and then!” She smiles giddily at her own joke, but the others remain quiet, unsure how to react. I clap. She looks over, startled, but appreciative for the awkward solidarity. Others join in for a round of applause.

“May the best archer win! If all competitors could take their place we’ll get under way shortly,” a few more people step forward from the crowd with their bows. “Oh, and thank you to our Spymaster Leliana for judging today! Thank you!” 

Leliana steps forward to explain the rules. She is clearly not half as into the whole camaraderie and support thing as the host. 

We will go in the order we arrived in (I’ll go fifth), and whoever scores the lowest each round (does the worst job hitting the bullseye) will be eliminated. First round I hit the closest ring to the center, gaining some murmurs of approval. Some, but not many, did just as well, many did worse. One Dalish elf got a bullseye, leading to roaring cheers and applause, and some eye-rolls from their competition. 

After some rounds we were down to seven people. The Antivan kid in front of me nocks his arrow, beginning to draw,  when I hear an-

“Oi!” The boy jumps, loosing his arrow into a wall, narrowly missing some spectators. I turn my head to see who just called out. 

She’s an elf with her blonde hair cropped short to her jaw, a sight I would normally find unladylike if my own hair wasn’t shaved to the scalp for ease in combat. She couldn’t be older than 22, but she dresses how my five-year-old would dress herself. A bright red tunic with the ugliest plaid breeches you’ve ever seen. 

“Am I late to the party?” She calls out, all eyes on her. Leliana rolls her eyes. 

“We’re halfway through the match,” the hostess says, visibly frustrated, “but, this is all just for fun,” a reminder more for herself than anyone else. “Sure, Sera, you may take your place among the others.”

“Thanks, Harding,” She says, satisfied. She looks for a place to go, then squeezes between me and the Antivan. “So was that your turn, or…?” She says to the boy.

“I should hope not!” 

“No, child, that was not your turn.” Leliana reassures him. He goes again, his arrow landing toward the outside of the target, his confidence shaken. 

Then it was Sera’s turn. In one fell swoop she grabbed an arrow, drew it back, then fired with no hesitation. It hits the dead center of the target. 

“Shit!” A man behind us swears, the competitors erupting in anger.

“Oh you lot are gonna have to get used to this. The real challenge has entered the game!”

I know this is all in good fun, but fuck her.

“May I go now?” I say to Sera, still standing in front of the target. She whips around to face me, looking shaken. Her expression warps into one of amusement, a corner of her mouth lifting.

“Sorry, my lady. Don’t let me keep ya.” She bows out of the way. I sigh, drawing back the bow. I close one eye, my tongue sticking out in ugly concentration. I fire. Mine hits the bullseye too. The crowd celebrates, cheering and jeering. I can’t help but grin to myself as I head to the back of the line. Sera is glaring at me, a mixture of intrigue and bitterness in her face. 

“Looks like you’re going to be trouble for me, lady.” I laugh.

“And you, me.”

“I’m Sera.”

“I know. I’m Fatine.” 

For every perfect hit Sera got, I was somewhere between good and great. But I stayed in the game, and so, of course, did she. When it was down to three, I matched her bullseye again, leaving us as the final two. By this time, a very large crowd had gathered, waiting with baited breath to see if I (the mysterious and sexy underdog) would beat Sera (Sera). I managed to keep up with her move by move, but she was effortless in her perfect strikes. My turns took concentration, hesitation, and thought. I moved slow. But she smugly watched me strategize each of my moves. Her certainty that she was going to win pissed me off, even though yes. She would probably win. Miraculously, I kept up with her for over ten agonizing rounds. Swiftly she draws the arrow and fires. It hits to the left of the bullseye. The crowd is in shambles.

“Fuck! God damn it! I don’t friggin’ care about this bullshit anyway. Fuck it!” Sera is swearing up a storm. 

“Now, now you haven’t lost yet! Pull yourself together, woman,” I coo at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looks at me with her big puppy-dog eyes, her mouth agape. I lift my other hand and gently raise her chin, shutting her trap.

“Now let’s see how this all turns out, why don’t we. Hm?”

“Argh!” She swings to the side. As I nock my arrow, I wonder if it’s even worth winning. She’s so mad at herself right now it’s pitiful. But there is a lesson to be learned from this– life is full of disappointments, after all. I draw back, steady myself, and fire. My most beautifully symmetrical shot yet. People yell and cheer, jumping up and down, celebrating how the Mighty has fallen. Sera simply slumps her shoulders and lowers her gaze.

“You did good, Sera!” I call out as she walks away. She pretends not to hear me. 

“We have a winner! Congratulations, Fatine!” Scout Harding proclaims. I lock eyes with Leliana, and she gives me a nod of approval, a twinkle of pride and mischief in her eyes. 

⇼

“Everybody raise a glass!” The bard sings out, ferociously strumming an old Tevinter tune in the winner’s honor. 

The tavern comes alive after dark, the glee from the competition still fresh in the air.  People were finally drunk enough to start dancing, I watch as they pair up and start swinging each other around. No one knows this dance in this part of Thedas. I stay at my same seat in the corner, challenging myself to finish a bottle of wine alone.

“Are you going to drink this bottle alone?” A young man with dark skin and a mustache says to me. 

“If I don’t, it won’t be for lack of trying.”

“Mind if I assist?” He takes a seat across from me. His accent means he’s a ‘vint as well, and it’s clear he came from money. Some magister’s son, probably.

“You can imagine my surprise when I heard the winner was from Tevinter as well, there aren’t many of us around here.”

“Indeed.”

“Are you military?”

“My father was. I… was a slave.”

He chokes on the glass he had poured. I had intended to break the news a little gentler.

“Oh.”

“It’s alright. What House do you hail from? You might know my old mistress.”

“...Pavus.”

“I served the lady of House Adonis,” I watched in secret horror as he put the pieces together. “I’m sure I’ve run into you at a party at some point, the two families intermingled often!”

“Yes I’m sure.”

“I do love this dance!” I offer, the music picking up. I look around the room to see the bard playing her heart out, and people hopping around to the tune like the country bumpkins they were. I see a flash of blonde hair on the other side of the crowd. There Sera is, a wallflower in bloom, still moping.

“Would you like to dance with me then, my lady?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.” I take his hand and we make our way toward the crowd. They egg us on, exclaiming in excitement as we begin the Matryoshka. Others sort of catch on to the steps of the routine, and soon the room is booming with dancers. 

Dorian and I laugh with each other in a moment of solidarity I never could’ve predicted. 

I bump shoulders with a tall freckled man and he murmurs an apology. His dancer partner is Sera– who does not look happy to be in his arms, her eyes locked on me. Dorian, knowing his cue, trades partners with Sera. He spins into the arms of the other gentleman. Sera slides a hand on my back, awkwardly guiding me through the energetic dance. 

“Hello, sore loser.”

“Oh, shut it will you. I’m trying to play nice.” I firmly grab her jaw, forcing her gaze on me.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll keep it that way.” She pulls at my hair teasingly. I groan. The alcohol has made me bold and flushed my cheeks red.

I grab her upper arm and lead her off to the side. I back her into the wall, my form pressing against hers.

“You need to learn how to behave when someone outdoes you.”

“And jus’ how should I behave?”

“Graciously. Take it like a lady.” She giggles and swivels me around with her forearm, switching our positions, my back pressing against the cold stone.

“Oh, I’ll shut up and take it. But not like a lady.” She whispers into my neck, the sweet heat from her voice raises the hair on my skin. I feel myself open up, my heartbeat pulsating with lust. She brings her mouth to mine, so close our lips brush against each other. But she does not kiss me, she only takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs.

⇼

The second we are in privacy we’re rushing to get naked. We pull at each other’s tops, I lift her shirt off over her head to find she has no bra on, her breasts surprisingly full on her lanky frame, her beautiful brown nipples hard as daggers. 

Before I can even get my hands on them she’s kneeling down in front of me. I claw at my legs, anxious to get my bottoms off. She laughs at my desperation. She eases my trousers down and peels off my underwear. My face grows even hotter with shame at how soaking wet they already are. My pants are still around my ankles when she looks up at me, smiles, then parts my thighs and gets to work with her tongue. It’s all I can do to brace myself against a bookshelf as she makes gentle, slow circles on my clit. I cry out, the pleasure making my knees buckle. 

“More pressure, Sera, fuck it feels so– fuck!” She purposefully ignores my request, keeping her contact light, prolonging me from coming. This makes me even louder, My moans so guttural I hear her chuckling between my legs. I look up at the ceiling, letting waves of ecstasy wash over me, When she slides two fingers inside of me, stroking my walls with that same slow pace. I expect her to tease me for my wetness but she holds no judgment, she feels proud. She goes harder on my clit, but doesn’t change her speed at all. It’s agonizing. I fall to the floor, my legs giving up on me, and she only uses my position to bury herself in me, my legs spread on either side of her. I stuff a hand in my mouth to stifle the sounds. My body is shuddering, my cunt is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful. I cry and swear the whole way to my slow, torturous climax. She pulls away, her eyes still hungry. My breath is shaky and loud. I’m speechless. She stares at my sweaty, glistening form and all I can do is look back. I laugh. She smiles. From her spot between my legs she slides off my boots, and with her assistance I get fully naked. I guide her down below me so she’s laying flat on the ground.

“Sera, you’re beautiful.” I say in earnest as I guide her pants off her legs. She runs a finger along my cheek.

“You’re a gorgeous creature yourself, lady.” I sit over top of her and part her mouth with three fingers. She stares into my eyes as she takes the fingers down her throat, Moistening them up for herself. I remove the fingers and wrap my hand around her neck. She whimpers as I lean forward and kiss her passionately. 

Our tongues intertwine, lightly brushing up against one another, until she pushes her way to the back of my throat. I push back and we make out, skin to skin on the floor of her room for what feels like forever. 

I trace kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone, making my way to her supple tits, and I suck on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue. She moans violently. Hers are as sensitive as mine. Got it. 

I take my hand off her throat and bring it down to her heat. Her pubes are so blonde you can hardly see them. Cute. I brush over the area, lightly teasing every fold. We don’t talk much while we fuck, but her cries tell me she’s begging for more. I stick one finger, then two, then three, inside of her while my thumb presses against her clit. I squeeze my fingers together while inside her, and she cries out even harder. I bring my face close to hers.

“Come on baby, you can cry into my mouth.” I whisper, then lock lips with her again as I continue to finger her in strong pulses. She does as I told her and shudders, groans, and sighs frantically into our kisses. Her warm smokey breath does crazy things to me. I open my palm and slap against her cunt, she jolts and cries out in surprise and euphoria. 

“Faster, please. Please,” I give in and increase the speed. Her legs shake forcibly as she cums into my hand, her warmth spreading all over my fingers and palm. She watches from below me as I lick it all up in delight. “Damn.” 

I roll over beside her, the cold floor soothing my overheated body. I turn to face her and see that her eyes never left me.

“If you’re the prize I get for second I can’t imagine what the Maker would’ve given me for winnin’.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, letting my hand rest on her soft cheek. 

“You’ve been a most worthy opponent. I like you a lot, kid. For what it’s worth.”

“From you, it’s worth a fortune.” She collapsed onto me, our mouths colliding as she rolled on top. We fucked until we succumbed to sleep. I woke up on the floor to the sunlight pouring in, and a still naked Sera pressed against me. I smile to myself as I think of what else the Inquisition could possibly have in store. This was just the first night here, after all.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #sera dragon age #sera x reader #sera x insquisitor #sera x trevelyan #sera x lavellan #sera x cadash #sera x adaar #lesbian smut #sera fanfic #sera smut #sera fanfiction #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age smut

[jareausbau]

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[valeriansunset]

The Unforgiving Waves

Nora Reid x Reader

SUMMARY: Nora Reid leaves behind a great love when she disappears into the waters.

WORD COUNT: 952

It was fast, but slow at the same time.

Rachel had wanted to just… think. In the water, away from everyone. In peace and tranquillity.

Martha saw it first.

When she screamed it was like I had lost my hearing.

There was something in the water.

Rachel couldn’t see it. Couldn’t hear it.

Leah was screaming too, but it wasn’t about the shark.

She was shouting Nora’s name. It felt vindictive, it sounded hurt. It sounded angry.

Nora wasn’t listening. She was breaking out into a run. She was going after her sister.

I let her name explode from my lungs. It was too dangerous. Leah was breaking out into a run towards the camp.

I screamed Nora’s name again. She didn’t hesitate, she just threw herself into the water. She didn’t care about the danger. She only cared about Rachel.

I tried to move my feet, to run after Nora. To run after the girl who was a stranger to me three weeks ago. The girl who brightened up my life. Things were so much less bleak when she was there, beside me. Always drawing, writing, keeping up with the dates and tracking our time on the island. She drew me and she made me love myself. She took so much care with it, drawing all of my features with such love I couldn’t help but think of them differently. Better. I tried to move my feet. She had already gotten to Rachel, pulling and tugging at her sister.

Instead, I collapsed. I couldn’t help her, she was too far out. I couldn’t see. The water was moving in calculated waves, selfish and unmerciful. I didn’t feel myself hit the ground. Dot already had her arms around me, trying to hold me up. I couldn’t move. I screamed for Nora again, hot tears falling as Fatin dropped in place at my side, holding her hands on my arms. I struggled in my grip. I had to get myself up, I had to get into the water. I could hear her struggling. I couldn’t tell if it was Rachel or Nora screaming.

Toni and Shelby had made it to shore, pulling one of them out of the water. Dot carefully let me go to help them. Fatin still held a steady grip on me, as I sobbed in fear and desperation and pain and out of the unfulfilled desire to just get off this fucking island. I couldn’t breathe. I called out for Nora again. I needed to see her smile again, her true smile that she had when she was making a joke, or drawing pictures of me. I needed to hear her laugh again, like when I attempted to draw her and it failed astronomically. Fatin was stroking my hair, whispering something to me. I couldn’t hear.

It was Rachel. They had pulled Rachel out of the water.

I wriggled out of Fatin’s grip and stumbled over to the shore.

I screamed for Nora. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times.

Martha pulled me into a hug, tears streaming out of her own eyes.

Behind me, I could hear screaming. I could hear Dot scrambling around for something. I could hear Shelby reciting comforting words. I could hear Fatin gasping. Martha still had a grip on me, stopping me from doing anything drastic. I could hear Toni swearing, her breath shaky. I could even hear Leah running over. I could hear Rachel screaming in pain.

But I couldn’t hear Nora.

Heavy sobs took over, and my whole body shook as I turned. The water was still again.

Rachel had lost a hand.

And Nora was gone.

Her smile was gone, her laugh. Her artistic talent. Her ability to diffuse a situation with an unfunny joke that still managed to make everyone laugh. Her fierce protectiveness. The water had taken her. The water had taken, with no remorse. Her curly hair, with red ends that I had loved so much. Her eyes, and how they were always observing and taking in information at a million miles a minute. The water had taken her hopes, her dreams. How she wanted to be something one day. The water had taken her memories, the games she used to play with her parents, the books she used to read. All of the information that she had stored in her head, information that I was fascinated with. Information she used to tell me, sitting in the dark for hours and hours talking about anything that came across their minds. The water had taken her fears. That she’d never repair her relationship with Rachel.

The water had stolen Nora Reid from me.

It was days later, and nothing had been the same. Rachel didn’t move from her spot at camp, staring into the blank horizon. The rest of the girls were trying to stick to some kind of normality.

It was Fatin, who suggested I write it all down in this book. She thought it would help me let go, help me move on.

I just feel more lost.

Without her, this notebook is just a notebook. It wasn’t magical anymore. It had no spirit, no personality.

I flipped back to Nora’s first drawing of me. Back then. It wasn’t that long ago, not really. It felt like years ago. It was the drawing that made me fall in love with her. Not the sappy, teenage faux love. I could see her, the true her. And she could see me.

The tears fell again. They hadn’t really stopped.

I brushed my hand over the drawing and closed my eyes.

Little did I know, Nora Reids was watching me. Through a little screen. Tears trickled out of her own eyes.

#the wilds #nora reid #nora reid x reader

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

could i bother you for a crumb of anything fatin(from the wilds) related like maybe reader is there when her and leah have their little spat and reader steps in and breaks it up then proceeds to help fatin with her leg and then possibly a kiss?? love your writing by the way

“Holy shit.”

You had just dropped another pile of tangled vines beside Nora when she made the remark and frowned at your handiwork.

“Sorry, I thought it was your job to untangle them.”

“It is, but look.” 

Your gaze shot in the direction she was pointing just in time to watch Fatin leave bloody streaks down Leah’s face and your feet immediately started moving the second you saw the gash on her leg.  From what you had gathered, they didn’t seem to know each other well despite being from the same school, so you couldn’t imagine what could have led up to this as you watched Leah begin to strip her clothes and march slowly towards the water.  

“What the fuck is going on?” you panted out, breathless from running across the sand to their shelter building site.  Dot was doing her best to inspect the wound on Fatin’s leg while she and Rachel watched Leah make her descent into the water, completely naked at this point.  “Is she okay?”

“Well, in an ideal world she’d be able to get a few stitches but I think we can stop the bleeding on our own.  Definitely needs cleaned out though,” Dot replied, squinting at the sand-covered cut.  “I guess we’re going to have to forfeit.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Fatin scoffed, finally pulling her attention away from her opponent.  “Y/N, you’ve mentioned Grey’s Anatomy like 12 times since we washed up on shore...care to put your knowledge to the test?”

You did your best to soften your surprised reaction, having been certain that Dot would take the lead on this.  However, the brunette shrugged and got up from the kneeling position she had taken to inspect the damage to Fatin’s leg before heading off to go help the rest of your team.  Rachel followed after one last harsh glance in Leah’s direction and you tried not to panic at the fact that you were now alone with the girl who had been making you indescribably nervous every time you spoke.

“Do you need a lift over to the bags?” you offered, extending your arms in case she couldn’t put weight on the limb.  She waved a hand dismissively, opting instead to take your arm and limp beside you as you made your way across the beach.

“She’s fucking crazy,” Fatin muttered as you helped her to sit on one of the closed suitcases.  Her eyes were once again narrowed in Leah’s direction, at least until you started removing the debrie from her thigh.  “Ouch,” she hissed, flinching at the pain.

“Sorry,” you said, glancing up apologetically, “but we can’t risk an infection.  Do you want something to bite down on?”

“Very considerate, but I’ll manage,” she chuckled a bit, finally, and reached out to squeeze your shoulder.  “Thank you for coming to my rescue so quickly.  Especially since we aren’t even on the same team.”

You bit your lip to stifle a smirk.  If only she knew how true that statement felt to you at the moment; with all her comments about boys, she certaintly didn’t seem to be playing for your team.  Nevertheless, you had convinced yourself that there was nothing wrong with a hopeless crush in the middle of an equally hopeless situation.  

“Any time.”

#fatin jadmani x reader #fatin x reader #the wilds imagine #the wilds x reader #fatin jadmani imagine #wlw imagine #the wilds

[mediocre-writerr]

all for us [the wilds girls]

the wilds girls x platonic fem reader

requested: I love your imagines a lot, you’re an amazing writer! I had a promt where maybe the reader is the youngest of all the girls and basically the younger sister they all never had and they all care and love for her very much (maybe short flashbacks with moments of her and the girls) and once their quarantine is over they realize she’s missing and it turns out she got internal injury or something else quite angsty and the girls do everything they can for her

*not my gif*

“So tell me about Y/N Y/L/N.” Agent Young says.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Leah asks and Agent Young nods, “Where do I even begin?” 

You were the youngest of the group. Not too much younger than them, but still younger. And just like regular siblings being the youngest had its perks and downfalls.

For one, you could never go anywhere alone. Even to pee, the girls would not let you out of their sight. 

But, you got away with almost everything. The girls couldn’t stay mad at you for too long, not even Toni could stay mad at you. And she could literally stay mad at anyone until the day she died. 

“I’m taking you and her were close?” Agent Fader asks.

“Yeah, she was close to pretty much everyone. She’s like a little bean we all wanted to protect. You just wanted to squish her cheeks ever time you see her.” 

“Leah? What are you doing up here?” you ask her, plopping down onto the sand further away from everyone. 

She shakes her head staring out at the sun that was just beginning to set, “Just reading the notes he left me...again. I know I’m pathetic.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” you reply and she looks at you wide-eyed.

“You weren’t?” 

You shake your head, smiling at her a little bit, “You were in love. I’ve never been in love before, but when you’re in love you’re in love. And he dumped you which wasn’t cool. I don’t support your relationship with him, but it’s only natural to be heartbroken over it.” 

“You’re wise for your age.” she says, ruffling your hair.

“If I ever meet Jeffery, I’m gonna kick his ass.” you warn her, looking at her dead in the eye.

“You probably can, if I’m being honest.” Leah states and she lets out a small laugh. 

Yes, mission accomplished.

You nod with your fists up, pretending to block, “Hit him with that one, two, punch. Pow. Pow pow pow!” you mimic, punching the air in front of you.

Your fake fighting causes her to laugh a little louder and harder. So you decided to take it up a notch, get her distracted a little more.

You get up from where you were standing. And lift one leg up, like Daniel did in Karate Kid, “Finish him!” you yell, making your voice a little deeper. 

Kicking your feet up in the air, however you don’t stick the landing. You fall onto your back letting out a small groan and the sudden hit. Leah starts laughing uncontrollably, releasing a little snort.

That small snort causes you to start laughing along with her. Jeffery long forgotten. 

“We heard from Leah that Y/N was close with everyone. Is this true?” Fader asks. 

“Oh yeah 100%.” Rachel says with a nod, “It was like having yet another younger sister to take care of. Or well...them taking care of me.” 

“You think you can beat me in a swim race.” Rachel asks, staring at you like you’ve just grown two horns.

You hum in response, “Yep!” 

“Fine you’re on! From this point to those rocks.” she says, pointing at the rock figures in the middle of the ocean.

“Who you got?” Dot asks, Toni.

Toni looks at her with a small smirk on her face, “I’m gonna bet on the underdog this round. I got my Diet Coke on Squirt here!” Toni gestures to you, using your annoying nickname that the girls named you after. 

They gave you the nickname after the turtle from Finding Nemo. You pretended to hate it, but you secretly loved your embarrassing nickname.

“You’re on!” Dot says, shaking her hand.

“On your mark, get set...GO!” Martha yells sitting along next to Marcus.

The two of you take off swimming. You start off a little slow at first trying to maintain your energy, but Rachel was the opposite. She was using everything in her power to get their as fast as she could.

When she finally started slowing down, that’s when you pushed on the gas. Moving your arms and legs in a perfect motion. Slowly, but surely you started passing her just as you made it to the rocks.

“Hell yeah!” Toni yells.

Dot groans before throwing Toni a Diet Coke. 

“How the hell did you do that?” Rachel asks you, out of breath as the two of you sat on the rocks.

“Honestly, no idea.” you say with a laugh and she rolls her eyes.

“Race you back!” she yells, jumping into the ocean.

“Cheater!” you yell before diving in after her. 

Dot was slurping down her milkshake. While the two agents waited for her to stop drinking. 

“Can I have another one of these?” Dot asks and Fader nods with a laugh. 

“Who do you think you wanted to protect most on the island?” Young asks after Dot finishes her ten course meal.

“Y/N, hands down. I think that would be every girls answer.” Dot explains, plopping another fry into her mouth.

All of you girls were relaxing on the beach. After two days of scavenging the jungle for any sorts of food and firewood. This was the first day all of you could just relax.

“I just came up with the best idea!” you exclaim. 

It was just you and Dot. The rest of the girls were scattered all over the beach, doing their own thing.

“What is it?” she asks as your eyes had that mischievous glint to them, “Oh no. I know that look!” 

“We’re already stranded on a deserted island, what if we pretended we were on an episode of Naked and Afraid?!” you say, excitedly.

She releases on of her famous hearty laughs, “You want all of us to strip down naked? You really think the girls would be up for it?” 

You nod your head, multiple times, “I bet at least 6/9 of the girls here have at least imagined one of us naked.” 

Dot raises her eyebrows at you, “Are you one of those 6?” 

“No comment...” you state.

After much convincing, you got the girls to have a pretend episode of Naked and Afraid. Everyone was stripping down of their clothes, looking at each other, trying to stifle a laugh. 

The air was awkward, yet comfortable at the same time. The only awkward part was standing there unsure of what to do next. 

“Y/N, you have a cute butt!” Fatin exclaims, giving you a high five.

Toni sidles up next to her to get a look, “Awe it looks like a little peach.” 

You throw your face in your hands, shaking your head as a chorus full of aw’s fill the air. 

Toni sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, not wanting to talk about anything to these phonies. 

“So we’ve been asking the girls their opinions on everyone else, we’re gonna go one by one on the list and you’ll say one word to describe them.” Fader says and Toni just nods.

“Leah Rilke?” 

“Over-thinker.” Toni replies.

“Rachel Reid?” 

“Driven.” 

“Dot Campbell?” 

“Resourceful.” 

“Shelby Goodkind?” 

There was a moment of silence, trying to find the right words to say, “Complex.” 

“Martha Blackburn?” 

“Sister.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Toni laughs to herself softly, “Squirt.” 

You and Toni were out in the shallow waters of the ocean. Dot sent you and Toni on an experiment to see if watch she saw on TV actually works. Where you stand out in the water and catch a fish with your bare hands.

The two of you didn’t quite know the logistics on how it works, but you volunteered anyway. You were standing out, not too far away from the shore just reaching down trying to grab a fish to eat.

Each time you tried you came out short, “You look like an idiot right now.” Toni says, laughing at you flailing your arms in and out of the water.

“Shut up!” you say, splashing her with water. 

“You guys aren’t doing it right?!” Nora yells from the shore, “You need to stay still and patient so the fish will come to you.” 

“We literally picked the worst people for this job.” Shelby says and you and Toni flip her off from where you were standing, “You guys literally can not stay still for the life of you. And don’t even get me started on patience.”

“That’s rude!” you yell at her, “God can hear you! You’re supposed to be nice!” 

“I’m also supposed to be honest!” Shelby shoot back and you mock her actions, before she gives you the bird herself.

“Hey that’s not allowed!” Toni yells at her girlfriend. 

You start laughing with Toni, pushing her slightly. She pushes you back playfully, before it turns in to a full on battle to see who can get the other to fall first. But Toni being Toni decided to just tackle you. 

“Ahhhhhh!” you say letting out a little screen, “Something’s touching me!” 

“Pick it up! It could be a fish!” Toni exclaims.

You pick up the creature and yell a little louder when it bites you, tossing it in the process, “It bit me!!” 

“Y/N, it’s a baby turtle!” Toni exclaims, “You were scared of a baby turtle!” 

“Shut the fuck up.” you joke with her, but give her a serious look. 

Toni picks up the turtle examining the cute little guy. She looks at the turtles face and then back at you doing a double take. 

“It kinda looks like you.” she says, before letting it go back into the ocean.

“Fuck you.” you tease, tackling back into the ocean.

“We really picked the worst people.” Shelby says to Nora.

Both of them shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Thoughts on Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Oh intern for being the baddest bitch out there.” Fatin says with a smile on her face.

“Intern for who?” Fader asks.

“Me of course.” 

Nora and Rachel were currently fighting to the death. Neither you, Leah, or Martha knew what to do.

“Y/N come over here!” Fatin says, gesturing for you to go where she was standing, “Take this bottle of lube!” 

You catch the bottle of the lube she tossed you. And you raised your eyebrow up at her. 

“Just follow my lead.” she brings her toothbrush up to her mouth, “Nora has Rachel pinned on the ground.” she mocks an announcer you would hear on ESPN.

“But Rachel is not giving up too easily folks!” you go along with your guys’ bit, “I don’t know about you Fatin, but I have never seen a girl fight this interesting in my life!” 

“Agreed, usually it’s just a bunch of-HOLY SHIT that was a knee to the tit ladies and gentlemen!” she yells out. 

“Is Rachel out for the count?!” you add on watching the fight unfold in front of you. 

It’s probably not the best time to make jokes, but you all need to let loose once in awhile.

“Wait...she’s getting up!” Fatin yells.

“Oh my gosh she’s not...OUCH! That was knee to the twat!” you yell wincing at the pain that was just brought upon Nora.

“Y/N, how do you feel about this fight?” Fatin asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t know you have two amazing fighters going head to head for the very first time. We have Rachel, olympic diver, very strong and very determined. But then we have the underdog of the hour Nora who is small and scrawny, but she’s packing quite a punch. It could be anyone’s game.” 

“You’re absolutely right Y/N! But Rachel now as Nora pinned to the ground and she can’t seem to get up! This fight might be over everyone!!” 

“Hey there.” Shelby says, sitting down at the metal table. 

“Hello Shelby, can we get you anything?” the two men ask and she just sit back in her seat, shaking her head.

Fader nods, “Well let’s get started, shall we?” 

The three of them have a long conversation before Shelby ultimately decides to stop the interview all together. 

“Wait just one question!” Fader exclaims as Shelby stands up, “How do you feel about Y/N?” 

At the sound of your name Shelby freezes in her spot, “My favorite person on the island.” fear and worry start to fill her body at why the sudden question about you, “Is she okay??” 

You were trekking in the jungle looking for some source of food. All of you ate all the food when the rescue plane was coming, but it’s not coming anytime soon so here you were.

Shelby, Toni, and Martha said they were gonna go out looking, but none of them were to be found. So you decided to go on a little expedition to find them. You heard rustling coming from the tree up ahead, so you decided to follow the noise.

Only to see Toni and Shelby basically naked under a lychee tree, “Oh my god!!!” you yell, covering your eyes with your hand.

“AHHH!” the two girls scream, but you couldn’t see what they were doing.

You turned around facing towards the direction you came from, “Sorry sorry. I was just looking for you guys and food. I uh I didn’t mean to.” you say, shaking your head.

“Jesus Y/N you scared us!” Shelby yells and you can hear rustling. 

Hopefully, they were putting their clothes back on. 

“Damn it I was getting laid!” Toni says jokingly and you could hear a smack hit her arm.

“Leave our daughter alone!” Shelby jokes and you laugh softly.

“Can I turn back around now?” you ask meekly.

“Yes.” the two girls say and you release a sigh and turn around to face the two girls.

You look at their flush faces, “You guys couldn’t have gone a little farther away?” you ask, “Thanks to you I’m more traumatized than I already was.” you joke. 

“Oh c’mon you know you liked it.” Toni nudges your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the camp.

Your face flushes as you put your head in your hands, “Stop corrupting her!” Shelby yells at her. 

“Let me see her!” Shelby yells at the two men.

“We can’t let you do that. You girls aren't allowed to see each other yet. Not for awhile.” Agent Young says.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s okay?” she asks, looking at the two men with her eyebrows raised.

“She’s fine.” 

That didn’t relieve the feeling in Shelby’s chest that something could possibly be wrong. But she couldn’t do anything, even if we tried.

The girls didn’t know how long they were quarantined. It felt like months and it probably was a couple months. They finally let all of the girls hang out together in the small courtyard.

All of them hugging one another, super glad to see each other. Knowing that everyone’s okay. Well...everyone who made it.

“Y/N? Where’s Y/N?” Leah asks, looking at all the other girls.

“She was okay when we left. She should be here.” Dot adds on. 

Shelby face was flushed with worry, “They wouldn’t let me see her when I asked about her. I asked if she was okay, but they said she was fine.” 

Fader was standing there with a guilty look on his face. Toni’s blood was boiling at the look on his face. She runs up to him, pushing him against the wall, holding onto him by the collar. 

“Where the fuck is she?!” she yells.

Which causes Agent Young to burst into the room, “What’s going on here?” 

“Where is Y/N?!” Toni yells again, but at the other man.

Agent Young locks eyes with Fade and he subtly nods, “She’s in the infirmary. Her heart was in bad condition, so she needed open heart surgery. The surgeons are working on her right now.” 

“You told me she was fine when I was being interrogated.” Shelby says in between gritted teeth, “Did you lie?” 

The two men don’t answer. They just stare anywhere, but at the other girls. The silence spoke louder than any words did. Fatin scoffs at the men’s actions.

“That’s why you wanted to know huh?” Leah asks, her imagination running wild, “You wanted to know about her because you were wondering if she was worth saving. Isn’t that right?” 

Neither of the men decided to speak again.

“Let us see her.” Rachel says, staring at them intensely.

“We can’t do that. She’s in surgery right now.” Young says.

Toni pushes Fader up against the wall yet again, “You’re gonna let us see her when she’s out. No excuses. No bullshit. You’re gonna let us see our friend.” Toni threatens.

The girls sat in the waiting room of the infirmary. Leah paced back and forth chewing on her fingernail. Toni was trying to console a worried Shelby. While Dot, Rachel, and Fatin sat in the seats waiting impatiently.

Agent Young filled the girls in on your condition. You had a heart disease before you came onto the island. And your parents gave you a little trip to help because of the depressive state you were in. Little did they know you would be trapped on an island with none of the medication that was needed to help you survive.

All of the rigorous activity brought your heart to a weaker state than ever before. When the girls got saved, you were already experiencing symptoms of heart failure. And you were put under immediate watch when you reached the facility. You were getting better, but then your heart gave out and you needed to get an artery reconstructed.

“We already lost too much.” Fatin whispers in the tense silence of the waiting room. 

“Nora, Martha...” Rachel draws out.

“We can’t lose Y/N.” Toni adds. 

“The girl who loved the most has a heart condition. How ironic is that?” Dot asks.

“I’m scared guys.” Leah whispers.

“She’s strong, she’ll pull through.” Shelby says, trying to boost their hope, but she’s losing faith herself.

After God knows how long the doctor finally came out. All of the girls looking up at her. Tears brimming all of their eyes, scared for the answer they were about to get.

“She’s okay. We managed to repair it without too much trouble. You guys can see her now.” the doctor says and everyone lets out this huge breath.

A smile breaks out on Fatin’s face as tears spill from her face. The six girls walk into your hospital room where you were laying peacefully. Your eyes somewhat open, you had a soft smile on your face as you stared at the girls.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim, as excited as you can.

Dot lets out a small sniffle, “You scared us, asshole!” 

“Why didn’t you tell us about your condition?” Fatin asks, tears still streaming down her face.

You shrug, “We already were going through too much. I didn’t want to worry everyone more or get treated any differently. Rachel, if I told you about my heart would you have raced me?” 

She shakes her head, “No.” 

“Exactly.” 

Rachel, Dot, and Fatin take a seat on the foot of the rock-hard hospital bed. You scooted over so Leah could cuddle in next to you. While Shelby and Toni pulled up a chair right by your side.

Leah rests her head on your shoulder, “We thought we were gonna lose you Squirt.” Toni says, ruffling your hair. 

Shelby was still crying, looking at you full of worry. You look at the blonde beauty who was now bald, but she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” you whisper to her. You scoot over closer to her Leah, making room for her.

She sits next to you, crying into your chest, “Hey. I’m okay Shelby.” you look at all of the other girls who still had worry on their face, “I’m okay guys. We’re all okay.”

But the girls don’t look convinced.

“Listen to my heart Shelby, it’s still beating. Just focus on that okay?” you tell her and she nods. Even Leah could hear your heart beating from here. 

“You’re really okay?” Shelby asks and you nod.

“I’m okay. I promise.” you say, giving each of the girls a look, They all nod with small smiles, “Now how the hell do we get out of here?” you whisper.

And each of you give each other a small smirk, “Time for the Great Escape.” 

#shelby goodkind imagine #shelby goodkind x reader #toni shalifoe imagine #toni shalifoe x reader #leah rilke imagine #leah rilke x reader #rachel reid imagine #rachel reid x reader #dot campbell imagine #dot campbell x reader #fatin imagine #fatin x reader #the wilds #the wilds imagines

[a-writes3]

would anyone read if i made a wilds band au that was a fatin x reader enemies to lovers. with toni and shelby sprinkled in.

please say yes.

#the wilds imagines #fatin jadmani x reader #the wilds #dot campbell #fatin jadmani #leah rilke #fatin jadmani imagines #shelby goodkind #shoni #toni shalifoe x shelby goodkind

[thatsgay-writes]

Fatin x reader, maybe one where the reader is scared of changing infront of the girls and fatin accidentally sees her and sees that she’s covered in scars especially on her back

Can we just talk about how Fatin/Sophia is that bitch and hot af?

You watch with a smile as the girls around you take a day to relax. You had all been working hard the past couple of days and Dot finally decided that everyone deserved a day of rest. Plus spirits were high since you had all seen a play fly over the day before. You were slightly jealous of the girls. They laid around in just bra’s and shorts.  Maybe if this had all happened a few years ago, you would do the same but shit happens, you guess. You sit, reminiscing, when you see two feet point towards you. You look up to see Fatin giving you a small smile, causing you to blush, and a hand out to help you up. “Come on. lets go swim!” Fatin says and you let her pull you up. Fatin continues to hold your hand as you both walk towards the water.

When you get to the water, Fatin lets go of your hand and puts her at the hem of your t-shirt and tugs on it. “C’mon, you don’t want your shirt to get wet.” In all honesty, Fatin didn’t care about the shirt. She had seen you lift your shirt a few inches one day to wipe your forehead and definitely got a lady boner over it. That wasn’t the only reason she liked you though, she liked how caring you are and how you had a dark sense of humor. Plus, Fatin was sexually frustrated, it had been what? 17 days since she got any action and she had to watch the sexual tension grow between Shelby and Toni. Like c’mon, the Jesus freak was probably getting more action than Fatin was.

“No, I’ll keep it on.” You say as you grab Fatin’s hands. You knew you should take your shirt off to swim so it would stay dry. But this wasn’t the first time you had done this and you would usually sit pretty far away from the girls as you let your shirt dry on a rock after swimming. Fatin pouts up at you and you almost cave but then remember the mess that is your back. You just didn’t want anyone to ask questions because questions meant remembering and you didn’t want to remember. Fatin nodded her head and continued on like nothing happened.

---

It had been a few hours since you swam in the ocean with Fatin and you had been drying your shirt off down the beach when you managed to fall asleep. “Someone should go get y/n. We don’t want her to freeze to death over night.” Dot said as they all looked down the beach to where you sat. “I’ll go get her.” Fatin volunteered almost immediately and ignored the looks she was getting from Toni and Dot. Fatin did, however, make sure to flip them off as she walked down the beach. “Y/n?” Fatin called out as she walked towards you, speeding up a little when you didn’t respond. “Y/n?” Fatin asked as she walked up behind you and let out and audible gasp at the sight of your back. You had multiple scars crisscrossed along your back. Some were deep, some long, and some short. “So that’s why you haven’t taken off you shirt.” Fatin mumbles as she leans forwards and lightly runs her hand over one of your bigger scars.

Almost immediately you wake up and turn around in a panic. Memories of how you got the scars flashing through your mind as you start to have a panic attack. “Shit.” Fatin says as she watches you struggle to catch your breath. She would have called someone over to help and maybe knew what to do in this scenario but if her seeing your scars caused this, she didn’t know how you would react if more people saw them. “Okay, c’mon y/n, I need you to calm down okay. I promise I won’t say anything to the girls about it. I just need you to breath.” Fatin said getting worked up herself. Fatin sits next to you in the sand and slowly pulls you into her chest, resting your ear right above her heart. “Umm... Follow the beat of my heart... That’s what they do in movies right?” Fatin mumbles to herself as she runs a hand through your hair trying to calm you down. Slowly but surely you do calm down and slouch against Fatin. “I won’t tell the girls about this... And if you ever need to talk to someone I am here for you, always.” Fatin says as you get up and put your shirt on. You don’t say anything and just give her a weak smile before returning to the camp where the other girls are.

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It had been a few days since Fatin had seen your scars and you didn’t talk to her for two straight days afterwards. On the third day, however, you both were stuck on water duty and you spilled your guts out to her. About how you were treated by your mother after your dad died and how you just reminded her too mush of your father. How your mother turned to drugs and alcohol and random men for comfort instead of her own child. How you ran away, lived on the streets, went to juvie even for theft, before finally getting fostered and adopted by a nice old couple your freshman year of high school. You were confessing so much to her, you didn’t hold back the feelings you held for her either. Toni and Shelby might have had the Lychee tree but you and Fatin had the waterfall.

All that led you to now, standing in front of the ocean about to take your shirt off in front of the other girls. Getting together with Fatin was a major self confidence boost you didn’t know you needed. If a girl as beautiful as her could still like you, dare say love you, after you spilled out your past to her. Than the other girls wouldn’t run from you at the sight of your back and the few scars the stretched around to your stomach. You let out a deep breath as Fatin yelled out to you to join in on a chicken fight they were having. “Y/n c’mon I need someone to ride.” “Not like you haven’t done that before.” Dot says with a smirk as Fatin punches her in the arm. You break out of whatever staring contest you were having with the ocean and slowly pulled your shirt off over your head, shaking with nerves. The nerves disappeared almost as fast as they appeared as Fatin and a few other girls let out playful wolf whistles. “Ok y/n! Trying to hide that body from us. No wonder Fatin has wanted to jump your bones since day one!” Dot yells out with a laugh as Fatin punches her again. You shake your head at Dot’s antics and run into the water to play chicken with the rest of the girls. No one mentioning or saying anything about your scares. It was nice and for the first time in a long time, you felt normal.

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[lycheepocketwitch]

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RULES

1. be as specific as possible in your request. if you want any specific ideas included, a specific genre (fluff, angst), if it's set in a specific au, if there is any dialogue you wanted included, etc. if you don't add those, i will take it as you're giving me full control over that. 2. i use she/her pronouns by default and write my reader as fem, but it you'd like to switch out pronouns for they/them and/or make reader gn, please specify that. 3. if i don't feel comfortable or don't feel capable of writing your request, i will unfortunately just not write it and discard it.

WHO I WRITE FOR

wanda maximoff x reader yelena belova x reader natasha romanoff x reader kate bishop x reader toni shalifoe x shelby goodkind fatin jadmani x leah rilke

WHAT I DON'T WRITE

male reader, incest, self-harm, pedophilia, smut in general (but i do write allusions to smut and suggestive scenes)

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[nnightskiess]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐲

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The food was scarce, the mood incredibly low, and the energy levels even lower. Some girls kept quiet, others snapped, and then you also had those who snapped when their quiet was interrupted.

Fatin's lips were puckered together in a sour frown, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked out at the waves flowing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Almost as if they were teasing her that while they had all the freedom in the world, she was stuck on this damned island.

"We shouldn't sit here and expect food to magically drop out of the sky." Dot took a deep breath and pushed herself off the ground, her limbs felt like they were filled with concrete, "Who's coming with?"

"Yeah, I'm not doing shit. You can go ahead, though." Fatin was beyond annoyed, so much so that even the wind that blew her hairs softly in her face could make her want to scream. The battle she'd had with the sand sticking to every part of her body had been long lost. There was no point in fighting anymore, seeing as sand was surrounding them.

"Fatin, do you want-"

"I'm not going!"

She opened her eyes as soon as she realised it had not been Dot's voice, but yours.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." She pulled at your hand, a tired smile immediately taking over her face, "What do I want...? Enlighten me."

You, in a mood of your own, felt no longer excited to take your girlfriend along, "No, it's fine. Martha, you want to come?"

The girl nodded and accepted your offered hand to pull her up.

"Hey! I never said I didn't want to come along?" Fatin sat up on her knees, talking to the back of your head as you left.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you did." Dot shrugged.

"I said I didn't want to go on some Bear Grills hunting mission with you."

Dot snorted at the defensive look on Fatin's face. Fatin huffed and grabbed a La Croix before following the footsteps you had left in the sand.

"Where are you going? Five-star resort is the other way!"

"Fuck off, Dorothy." She flipped her off before she disappeared behind the cliffs.

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"Um, do you see it?"

You both inspected every tree and branch for one of the markings Fatin had left, but there was no nail polish or piece of cloth anywhere in sight.

"No... maybe we should walk back a bit. Might've missed one or gone the wrong direction."

"Sure thing!"

You wanted to turn on your heel but stopped, "Hey, look at this!"

A low bush of beautifully vibrant, pink flowers were hidden away in the greenery of the woods. Behind you, Martha let out a surprised and impressed sigh.

"Those are so beautiful! Wait- What are you doing?"

"Taking one."

"But then they might stop growing!"

"Just one. I'll leave enough. Besides, this is public property, right?" You sent her a playful wink before taking the flower up to your nose, "Hm, I thought it would smell sweet."

"What are you going to do with it?"

Suddenly, your cheeks flushed, "I-I, um, well-"

You didn't know if Fatin was even the type of girl to appreciate flowers, your time on the island had made you get to know her fast but silly things like this had never been part of the conversation. She seemed to resent everything classy or cliché, but, surely she could appreciate the gesture of a beautiful flower, right?

"Fatin?" Martha's teasing smirk said it all. You nodded meekly. "I bet she'll love it."

"I hope so." Your mind went to the girl and a lovesick smile coated your face. You held tight onto the flower, careful not to break its delicate petals.

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"Y/N!" Fatin yelled and sighed, getting irritated that you were ignoring her calls.

"Come on, you can't be that far ahead," She mumbled under her breath.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I hauled my ass all the way over here to tell you that so the least you can do is respond-" Her words echoed through the woods, "-Hey! Hell-oohoo?! Babe!"

"I'm taking my top off!" She found amusement in her own joke and lame attempt to lure you to her, but her face fell once she reached the waterfall and there was no one there.

"Fucking great, making me play search party in this heat." She cursed under her breath. She might have followed you, but that didn't mean the lack of food in her belly, the mosquito bites giving her an unbearable itch and the sun blazing down on her weren't still annoying her.

The sounds of bird's wings flapping caught her attention. A flock of birds flew up from another part of the woods and an ecstatic yell followed. The exact words got lost in the soundtrack of the chirping, screeching and crackling of the woods, but she knew it was your voice.

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"I have never tasted something so sweet!" Martha grinned from ear to ear as she pushed berry after berry into her mouth, her mouth and hands stained with red juice.

You hummed, swallowing down your own bite before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Martha cackled and pointed at your face, "You look like a clown!"

"You should see yourself!"

"What kind of fresh hell-" Fatin's voice made you turn around in an instant, and you immediately hid the hand that still held the flower behind your back.

She tried to bite away her smile at the ridiculous mess on your faces,

"Wow... if you're trying out for a child-friendly circus then you should really do your lipstick in front of a mirror because this look just screams psychotic killer clown." She smiled heartedly and walked up to you, gently grabbing your chin before rubbing the juice off your cheeks, chin and lips.

Her smile faded as she looked into your eyes, "I'm sorry." she mouthed quietly, to which you shook your head.

"I'm sorry too." You mouthed back, gesturing for her to open her mouth so you could pop a berry in. It popped open in her mouth and prickled her tastebuds.

She closed her eyes and chewed.

"Good?"

She put her finger up to silence you, "Let me enjoy this food orgasm in silence."

"In silence? I thought you-"

She wagged her finger around, shutting you up.

"How are we gonna take all the berries back?"

"Carry it in our shirts?" You opted and pulled your shirt off, immediately folding it so that it could serve as a little basket. You quickly turned back around so that Fatin couldn't see the flower as you hid it carefully.

"This is all getting better and better." Fatin playfully pushed your chest with a finger, making you stumble back slightly, her eyes shamelessly going over your chest.

"Just wait till we get all the glory from bringing back food." You played.

"Gah, the irony."

"What?"

"Oh, just that I'm gonna be the one bringing back food and not Dot."

"Um, we kind of found it?" Martha smiled unsurely.

"Oh, come on! Can't I get a share of the praise for helping you bring it back?"

"Of course, you can." You planted a quick kiss on her cheek and intertwined your hands together. She adorably squeezed her eyes shut and scrunched up her nose.

Martha playfully rolled her eyes and decided to start picking more berries, knowing you'd be too busy being cute.

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"Here! Here! Fresh fruit for only one 'thank you' per handful! Get your dose of berries now before it's too late!"

All the girls turned around in an instant, their faces lighting up immediately as they saw you approach. They surrounded you all, wanting to grab their own handful before Nora stopped them,

"Wait! We don't know if they're poisonous or not."

Martha shrugged, "We ate them."

"And?"

"And what? We're feeling fine." You added.

"And it sure beats cannibalism." Fatin huffed.

"Yeah, so YOLO!"

She turned to you, shaking her head, "No, don't... say that, babe."

"What?" You shrank only slightly until she cracked a grin at the adorable look on your face.

"Fuck it, I'm too hungry to be thinking of the consequences right now." Toni threw a handful in her mouth, immediately moaning at the taste,

"Worth it!" She mumbled out, her lips stained with red juice.

Eventually, everyone started to happily eat away, feeling blissed out and slightly more full.

Fatin rested between your legs, against your chest and had her arms outstretched in a namaste pose.

A loud giggle coming from you made her shoot her eyes open,

"You put your right foot in, your right foot out and you shake it all about-"

"What the-"

Martha's giggles followed and mixed with your own. She let out a deep sigh, "Yes, Marcus, I do!" She playfully slapped the chest of the mannequin she was leaning against.

You laughed loudly, "He can't even wear a ring on his left hand!"

"Babe, shush, I can't hear him." Fatin slapped your thigh. "He's asking me something."

"Who?" Leah asked.

"Leah, not now!"

"What the fuck is going on?" Rachel's eyes flashed across your faces.

"Oh, you should come, too! Double-wedding!" A snort left Martha's mouth before she fell to the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Sshhh!" Fatin flailed her arm around, "He's talking!"

"Who?! Who is talking!!?" Rachel stood up.

"This is some seriously weird shit." Dot furrowed her brows but couldn't help but laugh quietly.

"Oooooh, you do the hokey pokey."

The girls all exchanged glances as Martha, Fatin and you each seemed to be in your own little bubble. Or whatever it was.

"Martha, are you okay?" Toni leaned over, only for the girl to loudly hum the Here Comes The Bride theme.

"The berries!" Nora said as soon as it hit her, "I think... they might've made them high... They ate them earlier than we did... so... just a heads up? We'll probably follow soon."

Shelby immediately tensed up, "High? We're all going to get high?!"

Toni put an arm around her, "Hey, don't worry. We'll be fine. Look, they're just being silly. That's all."

But when Fatin shrieked loudly when you offered her your hand, everyone's eyes widened.

"Get away from me, you fucking mutant!" She scurried off in the sand.

You started to sob loudly at the rejection, raising your hand to shield your face. That's when everyone let out a gasp.

Your hand was red and purple, swollen, and was filled with disgusting blisters.

"That... that can't be good."

"Don't touch your face!" Dot slapped your hand away.

"Is that gonna happen to us, too?!" Leah panicked.

"Martha doesn't have it."

"Hey, Fatin-"

She slapped Leah's hands away, afraid Leah was another mutant, but it was enough to see Fatin was safe, "Neither does Fatin."

Shelby inspected her hands thoroughly for every tiny spot or change. Toni grabbed them to stop her.

"Y/N!" Martha suddenly sat up, "I don't have a bouquet! Can I borrow your flower?"

As if you had completely forgotten Fatin's rejection, you giggled again, "Flower? You're silly. I have a coin though." You pulled out a penny.

"The hell is-"

Then, as if a light switched on, you seemed to realise you had indeed picked a flower. You were about to give the bright pink flower to Martha,

"Don't!" Nora's yell made you flinch.

You frowned, "Don't you think it's pretty?" Your eyes glanced over Fatin, who sat staring at her hands. If Nora didn't like them, would Fatin?

"Oh- it's a lovely flower!" Leah nodded ferociously, playing along, trying to keep you distracted.

"I-I read about those... they're-" Nora turned to the others, knowing there was no time to explain anything, "Drop it, Y/N."

"But it's for-"

"Drop it in the fire."

"Why?" Your lip quivered.

"Hey, um, Y/N-" Dot tried, "It's trying to eat away at your fingers, see its tiny teeth?"

Repulsed, you flicked the flower off your hand. Dot grabbed a stick to whip it into the fire where the petals turned to ash almost immediately.

"I'll give her the Cetirizine." Dot stood up with a sigh. You were probably having an allergic reaction to the flower.

"Oh and uh... um, fill that part of the suitcase... with, um, saltwater and make her keep... her hands in there!" Nora squeezed her eyes shut and pointed a shaky finger the other way, feeling the effects of the berries start to sink in. She let out a high-pitched chuckle.

"So is it safe to assume that that was because of the flower and not because of the berries?" Shelby asked, slightly calming down.

"Looks like it."

"Oh, thank God."

Fatin crawled back to you through the sand and grabbed your cheeks, looking into your eyes as if her next words would be her last, "I still like you, nothing has changed. Mutant or not— shut the fuck up, Marcus, I'm talking-"

Dot started laughing at that, Rachel and Toni soon joined. Then Leah followed and eventually also Shelby.

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The orange hue of the flames lit up all of your faces. Everyone was exhausted, your bellies ached from laughing, but at least the effects had worn off. Fatin sat beside you and you felt her look at you.

"What?" You had your brows furrowed, your bottom lip jotted out. The suitcase sat in front of you, where your hand was still soaking in the saltwater.

She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, "I'm sorry, you just look so fucking adorable when you're brooding."

"Nice take on my suffering, but it's good that at least someone is getting something out of it." You groaned when your hand started to itch again, "I feel like a fucking dog filled with fleas." You moved your hand out of the water, but Fatin tutted,

"Eh! No, no! Put it back. I need that hand smooth as a baby bum before my hands are going anywhere near it again." She looped her arm around yours and gave your side a squeeze. She nuzzled her nose into your cheek.

You let out a grunt but listened nonetheless.

"Ohhh, you do the hokey pokey." Leah nudged your leg, stifling a laugh.

"What?" The look she received from you was quizzical, and you looked especially puzzled when the others started to laugh as well.

"And you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about." The girls sang as one before dissolving into laughter.

You had no idea what their inside joke was about, or what you had done while being high on berries, but what you did know, was that you had cheered Fatin up again, which had been your main priority that day after all.

You watched as Fatin sat smiling beside you, her toothy grin as wide as ever. Indeed, that was what it was all about.

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