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ᯓ★ | Boyfriend coded Natalie Scatorccio headcanons

Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who picks you up from home to go to school, in her moms beat up car, and always has her hand on your thigh when she drives.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who copies her school work from you and claims it’s for a good cause, because if she doesn’t pass, she’ll get kicked off the team.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who never pays attention in class her attention always on you. She’s also constantly attempting to make you laugh which has resulted in the two of you being taken out of class more than once.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who walks around the school hallways with her arms wrapped around your shoulders.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who makes out with you under the bleachers before practice.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who gives you her jersey for you to wear to her games.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who gets distracted mid game because she was looking at you.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who runs to you after every game, picks you up, spins you around and kisses you claiming you’re the reason they won.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who beats up any guy that flirts with you.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who at parties doesn’t attempt to mingle, she’ll get there grab a couple of drinks for you and her and make out with you against a tree.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who loves to share her cigs and joints with you, adores shotgunning with you and blowing the smoke into your mouth and watching you exhale it.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who loves taking you to her trailer and showing you her music while you two share a cigarette and cuddle.

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·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who will have you anywhere and I mean anywhere, the back of her car in the school parking lot, the locker room after she wins a game, a secluded corner at a party.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who loves to hear you moan her name.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who will make you come over and over again until you physically have to pull her away.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who’s favourite thing in the world is to eat you out, she loves the sensation of your legs wrapped around her head while she laps at you like a woman starved, the taste of you being her favourite thing in the world.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who will moan while she fucks you like she can actually feel it.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who gets off on seeing you fall apart.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who likes to have you dry humping her while she does homework or plays video games.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who loves seeing you tear up while you suck her strap and she fucks your mouth.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who is a master at after care she’ll clean you up, cuddle you and tell you how much she loves you.

·˚ ༘ boyfriend!Nat who sometimes gets emotional after sex and tells you how grateful she is for you because she’s used to being used and discarded :(

(a/n: for the anon who requested boyfriend coded Nat, also sorry for the lack of fic posting exam season has me beat 😔)

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hello! i just posted a one shot travis Martinez x female reader, pls go check it out! <3

Link!

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The girls treat Travis the same way religion treats women.

Doomcoming is a scenario that’s happened to so many women inside of the church.

The girls use the wilderness, or the thought of “A higher power” as a justification to violate and dehumanize Travis. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you” is what Lottie says to Jackie after her and Travis lose their virginity together. He’s a commodity to them, and they treat him like such. The second he fights back, and they get called out for their actions, they freeze. They go silent, before they discard the victim and those who “aren’t following the rules.” From the group. Travis is essentially ostracized from the group for the rest of the series, and it’s not like he can leave. In the wilderness or “the victim’s mind” he has nowhere else to go. Nat is never really taken seriously again, constantly dismissed and blamed for doing good things. And Jackie is kicked out into the cold to die, or “excommunicated”. Meanwhile the perpetrators? They move on with their lives, and remain in positions of power. No sign of justice in sight.

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CAN'T CATCH ME NOW. † traviz martinez.

ᓚ͏͡͏✦ where in the doomcoming, reader saves Travis from the girls, but instead of them dropping everything - they hunt her down instead.

ᓚ͏͡͏✦ warnings.. pure angst.

ᓚ͏͡͏✦ words.. 384.

✎ᝰ.jinx notes.. kinda sobbed while writing this omgg. hope you like it <3

Travis still remembers how quickly it all happened. - Jackie, the girls, you saving him. 

But he remembers in details what the girls did to you.

The cut they made in your throat wasn't enough to kill you, since you managed to run away. He remembers how they ran after you as if you were an animal. How you fell off a cliff. How they just watched, terribly drugged, and started laughing.

The next day, it was Travis who picked up your body. He just stayed by your side for ten minutes, observing how different you looked after the fall, but it was still you. 

He took your body back to the cabin, and the girls decided to bury your body with those who didn't survive the plane crash, as if you hadn't survived along with everyone else, as if all the memories he made with you in the short time you were with him after the plane crash were going to disappear completely.

But he still remembers, even twelve months later.

He remembers how you were the only one who laughed at his unfunny jokes. How sometimes when you realized he was feeling down, you'd start humming a song you knew he liked and ask him to dance. He remembers it all too well.

The ghosts of the two of you were still there every time he passed somewhere in the forest where you used to go to spend time alone away from the girls' gazes. You didn't go away from his mind, you probably never would.

Sometimes, when Lottie managed to convince him that there was a spirit greater than them in the wilderness, he imagined it was you. Still there. Still trapped in that place because your death was unjust and cruel. Still watching them, and somehow protecting Travis. And he can still see blood on the side of the mountain. Maybe it was your greater spirit never letting them forget what happened.

Some people say grief makes you kinder, others say it makes you angrier. He doesn't dismiss both ideas, he sees how grief has affected Shauna. He also feels angry every time the girls wear any of your clothes, as if it wasn't somehow their fault that you were dead and buried. But mourning has left him empty, without purpose.

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domestic roommates headcanons! | 🚬🎀

summary : silly headcanons about dating and living with jackienat !

pairings : jackie taylor x fem!reader x natalie scatorccio

warnings : none! just fluff :]

notes: this is intended to take place in a no-crash au. i hope you enjoy!

— a good portion of your outfits are mismatched between your own clothes, things from jackie’s wardrobe, and something natalie forgot on the couch last week.

— nat is no better than you; she steals any and everything she finds fits her aesthetic, or is comfortable, or even just smells like you or jackie

— jackie pretends the outfit stealing is a heinous crime, but her heart swells every time she gets to see one (or, more likely, both) of you in her clothes. not as big of a fan of clothes-stealing herself, as she has a strict aesthetic to keep up appearances with!!

— jackie loves loves loves to do both you & nat’s makeup!! she’ll straddle your waist and insist it helps her be more accurate

— nat always gets chastised by jackie for smoking inside the apartment !! she’s absolutely awful at hiding it too—she usually flirts her way out of actually getting in trouble!

— neither of them can cook. or bake. or be trusted alone in the kitchen. they’ll say they can, but do not trust their innocent looking eyes are pouty lips; that’s how you get the smoke alarms set off and the fire department called to your building

— both enjoy being held a significant amount while cuddling! they’ll hold you too if you ask, but their preference is abundantly clear to you!

— jackie & nat often bicker over which film to pick for movie date night! nat always wants horror or action, while jackie wants silly rom-coms!

— nat doesn’t really take offense to being outnumbered so long as she can tease about the film choice, but jackie gets a little pouty if she doesn’t get her way! she’ll cheer up with some cuddles, though :]

— unless it’s a horror movie. you and nat are almost always going to sleep on the couch if you choose horror

— decorating the apartment was a bit of a nightmare. jackie wanted everything to be themed, and nat just wanted something cozy. you often had to play mediator while choosing your new home’s aesthetic

— nat and you like to go up to the roof to stargaze! jackie will join sometimes, but she usually leaves before it gets too chilly!

— if you’re tall, they rely on you heavily to reach things on the tall shelves! it’s kind of cute and you totally like it a normal amount; you definitely don’t put things they’ll need up high so they need to ask for help!

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my favourite thing about the Yellowjackets is that they are found family but like. fucked up found family. messy found family. like an actual family.

Tai went completely against Nat's wishes by prosecuting Ben, but still pays for her rehab years later and FIVE TIMES no less. Shauna has an entire separate phone with Tai's number saved in it, even though we know that Tai did not fw the Antler Queen shenanigans.

Misty was the main reason that the girls were stuck in the woods in the first place, but Nat isn't even all that hostile to her in the adult tl. she was just kinda playing with her with the gun at the beginning— and Misty knew. she smiled. all the girls tried to kill Nat, but she's almost certainly the most liked among the survivors.

Lottie kept an eye on Natalie years later, even though Natalie was the one who was most against the Wilderness bullshit going on, who tried to deter and berate her at every turn. she saved her life. Travis had Lottie's number too and as we know, she did some seriously messed up shit to him and he tried to literally kill her.

as much as she protested, Shauna did ultimately let Lottie stay at her home with her teenage daughter— and we know that Shauna can put her foot down when she wants to. (not to mention the Lottieshauna beating scene?) Van went back in to save Melissa. she absolutely did not have to.

they're all people with broken moral compasses and their relationships with each other are incredibly messed up— but they're nuanced and deep and at their core, loving. Misty was right. they had an intimate bond no one could understand.

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⋆ scars. natalie scatorccio bot .ᐟ

natalie knew very well you had scars. She can't help but overly worry when you're not by her side once she wakes up, thinking the worse. but when you appear, she relaxes, maybe you should comfort her a little?

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I won't stop saying it: in fanfic-writing, you make your own rules. Write whatever the fuck you want to write

Sometimes it's that you haven't written that fanfic of that genre yet because you don't have confidence in your writing talents, or you have some learning and improving to do in your writing, or you're afraid of the audience reception.

Sometimes it's also just that the said genre is not for you. Write what you're confident in and what makes you happy. It's okay to leave the rest alone.

Unless you're receiving payment to diversify and to be more creative and to "impress", you have every right to stick to your comfort zone.

Write the same fanfic five times with five different endings. Write one genre of fanfics. Write all genres ever known to man. Write for 75 fandoms. Write for one fandom. Update once a year. Update every hour. Write only 200-chaptered stories. Write only drabbles. Write the tamest stuff. Write the kinkiest stuff(tags exist for a reason). Write different love stories for one character you love. Use the same lines or words.

Do anything and everything as long as you're happy and having fun. If there are too many negative emotions(fear, self-doubt, mental stress, worry, anxiety, overthinking, etc.) attached to your writing, then you're probably taking it too seriously.

Nobody has the right to shake your fanfic-writing peace and make you doubt how great of a writer you are, not even YOURSELF or YOUR READERS. This shit is free and meant to be for fun and relaxation.

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— it was only a kiss ! || shauna shipman x fem!reader

a/n: going back to reqs tomorrow, pinky promise. now: this is my way of saying happy birthday to sweetest soul i had pleasure to meet recently. muah, pretty girl <3

summary: shauna goes into brown to finally get some peace… and she meets you. damn you. fluff. strangers to friends to lovers. college au.

warnings: none!

word count: around 1.6k

Shauna was convinced that going to Brown would finally bring her some peace. Peace from Jackie, from Jeff, and from everyone else. She planned to finally breathe and, for once in her life, focus only on herself, not everyone around her.

What she didn’t plan for was meeting you while she was moving into the dorm. She was lugging her stuff up the stairs, already panting from the effort, when you stepped into the doorway. A small, friendly smile glued to your face. Shauna stopped mid-step. The box nearly slipped from her hands as she stared at you. Of course, the most beautiful girl she had ever seen had to walk into the room while she was sweaty and overheating in her shirt.

“Hey,” you said, stepping inside. Only when you introduced yourself and extended your hand did Shauna register that you were speaking to her.

“Uh, hey...” she mumbled, looking away. A grimace crossed her face, as if she was angry at the very fact that you had the nerve to look that good while standing so close to her, just when she’d finally decided to focus on herself for once. She set the box down on the floor and shook your hand. “Shauna,” she muttered.

Her gaze wandered everywhere, deliberately avoiding your face. Her cheeks burned. From nerves? From exertion? From that awful thing she had to call a crush?

“Can I take that bed?” you asked sweetly, your fingers slipping away from her sweaty palm, though you didn’t comment on it. Shauna quickly wiped her hand on her pants and glanced at the bed on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied with a shrug, looking away again, as if she hadn’t been obsessively thinking about which bed to take. She frowned and winced at herself. You sighed quietly, and when you turned to walk across the room, those sad brown eyes followed you.

So it was hard to blame yourself for thinking, at first, that Shauna, for some unknown reason, didn’t like you. She avoided you, your gaze, and your voice. She rarely spoke unless she had no other choice. So you did most of the talking. And she mostly nodded, stiffening every time you got close. Eventually, you figured maybe that was what irritated her, your constant attempts to break through the awkward silence and form some kind of friendship. Maybe you talked too much.

But when you stopped, Shauna noticed. And she definitely didn’t like it.

Shauna wasn’t the type to talk about nothing, or gossip, or just start rambling about her interests. There was no chance she’d bring up her feelings, after all, there was a reason she carried that leather-bound journal everywhere, constantly scribbling in it.

So, she started making excuses. Asking about classwork, needing something from the store and asking if she could borrow money, or sometimes showing up with lunch or dinner for you.

She didn’t know how else to approach you. She had never been close to anyone besides Jackie, and Jackie had always just been there. Especially now, Shauna had no idea how to act around someone, a fucking girl, she liked.

Sooner or later, you caught on that all those little excuses Shauna kept coming up with were attempts to get your attention. She was decoding every interaction, carefully planning every word she said to you. Shauna wasn’t shy, she just had no idea how to keep you around. How to make you into something permanent in her life, like her friendship with Jackie had been.

If she was talking to you and anyone else interrupted or stole your attention away, frustration flared. She always watched you. Always wrote about you in that journal. She noticed the tiniest things: how you tied your shoes, how you repeated the same ritual every morning, how you drummed your nails on the desk when you were focused.

With time, you started to realize that in her own twisted way, Shauna needed your attention. So you began giving her time again. And while Shauna never outright said that she liked you or wanted something more, her behavior changed. Now she sat on your bed when you talked about your day, either scribbling in her journal or reading whatever book she could get her hands on. She nodded along, but you were convinced she was paying far more attention than she let on.

She was always close by. She didn’t talk much, but when she did, it was usually something sharp or worth listening to. She often suggested studying together, anything to be near you.

It was hard to deny her charm in all of this. Even if someone hurt you, Shauna would hit harder, with words, and make sure they never dared speak to you like that again. And suddenly, Shauna felt like she belonged to someone again. But this time, it was hard to hate the feeling. Honestly... she kind of liked it.

She wasn’t easy to like. But once you broke through to some real emotions, once you got used to her sarcastic humor and learned to appreciate quiet evenings spent studying, you realize that maybe you felt too much for her.

It was hard to blame you for not figuring it out. Shauna was incredibly cryptic about everything, while you, on the other hand, well, weren’t. Any idiot could see it: you liked Shauna. And honestly, she was smart enough that she should’ve at least started to suspect something.

But, as always, she never said anything directly. So neither did you.

And so the two of you spent months floating somewhere between friendship and something more.

You clung to her at every possible party. Tipsy, laughing at everything, you always somehow found your way back to her. You’d throw your arms around her neck mid-conversation, pulling her close. Maybe she wouldn’t hug you right away, she’d hesitate, but eventually, her hand would land on your back.

“Are you okay?” she’d ask, and when you gave her some kind of half-muttered grunt in response, she’d frown. “You should go back. You reek of alcohol.”

“Whatever,” you’d say, too tired, too drunk to form a coherent sentence. Not to mention Shauna smelled so good and her fingers warmed your skin so gently.

“Mhm,” she’d mumble. She’d lean in, like she might press a kiss to your forehead but she’d stop herself at the last second. She’d rub slow circles into your back and sigh. “Time to go.”

“Sure,” you’d sigh, burying your face in the crook of her neck, with no intention of moving away.

There were lots of moments like that, and Shauna really should’ve figured out what was going on. Not every roommate clings to you, slurs compliments into your skin, and protests when you try to pull away.

Still, Shauna was scared. Scared that if she told you how she felt, you might reject her. So she said nothing. Until that one night.

Shauna came back from class that day more upset than you’d ever seen her. You didn’t even bother asking what happened just watched as she stormed into the room, threw her bag into a corner, and collapsed on her bed like she wanted to forget the world existed.

Naturally, you got up quietly and lay down next to her. Gently you started rubbing her back, and she tensed up even more. You sighed but added your second hand, the two of you tangled in a position far too intimate for a pair of roommates who’d only known each other a few months.

“We could watch something,” you offered softly. “Maybe that’ll help you relax?”

Shauna just grumbled something grumpy about the world which you took as permission. “I’ll put on something dumb,” you said, “just to shut our brains off, huh?”

She sighed again but inched closer. That was probably as close as Shauna would ever get to asking for comfort.

So that’s how you ended up, wrapped in a blanket together, watching whatever random show was still saved in your browser history. Shauna stared at the screen, frowning, like she was physically incapable of relaxing.

“This is so stupid,” she muttered, stuffing chips into her mouth, the leftovers from your last get-together. Not that either of you felt like going to the store. “It makes no sense. It's embarrassing.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, sliding under her arm like it was nothing. She looked at you with that weird flicker in her eyes but obediently adjusted her hand to rest on your shoulders.

“That’s not the point,” you teased, amused that even a dumb show could get under her skin.

“It’s about logic,” she argued, gesturing wildly with her other hand. The one on your arm began tracing mindless patterns across your skin. “And this has none. Some complete idiot wrote it.”

“Shauna,” you groaned, still laughing. Your hand landed gently on her cheek, turning her face toward yours. Her jaw tensed, a soft blush crept up her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away.

“You were supposed to be resting.”

“I can’t rest when you’re playing garbage,” she muttered, rolling her eyes again. But then her gaze dropped to your lips.

“This is your fault,” she said, mock-annoyed. You bit your lip.

“Oh, now it’s my fault?”

“Yours,” she repeated firmly, scrunching her nose. Her eyes flicked to your lips again, and it was like your brain short-circuited.

And just this once, you let yourself believe that maybe Shauna felt the same. That maybe it wouldn’t be weird. That maybe she wouldn’t push you away forever.

So before she could say anything else, your lips were on hers. Slow, deliberate, and filled with aching relief.

Shauna was so shocked she almost shoved you off. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched, and for one terrifying moment, you were ready to apologize, certain you’d just ruined everything.

But then—

Her cracked, desperate lips crushed into yours again.

Faster, messier, more frantic. The impact threw you flat onto the bed. The laptop clattered to the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Not when Shauna’s fingers were already fumbling with your belt and her tongue was sliding between your lips.

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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chatting with lottie .ᐟ. summary. she's really sweet and cute, that's it.

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Please bless my eyes with a Jackie fic🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙇🏽‍♀️🤰🏽🧏🏽‍♀️

GREEDY .ᐟ 𝓙ACKIE TAYLOR

♱ jackie wants more than she can have; but did you really have to punish her for it?

♱ cw; angst, toxic!jackie, jealousy, travis, long ahh fic ( 6k words )

“randy walsh? really?” you scoffed, “nuh-uh. no way.”

“come on! he’s not that bad,” jackie pleaded, watching you shove your books in your locker. “shauna’ll be there too.”

“then why don’t you get shauna to do it?”

jackie sighed, leant against the cool metal beside your open locker. her eyes raked across the frantic way your hands worked, her words choking in her throat for a brief second.

“y’know shauna’s too vicious for him… just one date.”

you laughed, much to her dismay. “my love for you is very conditional it this is the condition. sorry, jack.”

“i’ll take care of you… make it worth your while...” she murmured, her voice dropping to a smooth purr. “i promise.”

her hand crept up the side of your hip, the tips of her manicured nails grazing your skin. it was like just that tiny scrape of her touch could set your body on fire.

when two cheerleaders strolled by, jackie’s hand jerked away just as fast as it had settled on you. she waved, flashing them that picture-perfect ‘golden girl’ grin.

you hated how much of an effect she had on you.

you hated how much of an effect her reputation had more. maintaining it was jackie’s sole purpose in life.

she cleared her throat, scanning around before nearing you.

“please, l/n,” she whispered, her eyes darting down to your parted lips. her teeth gently tugged at her own. “for me?”

fuck, she was doing this on purpose, you thought.

how could you say no? god, you were so boneless.

you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. you really wished you had the willpower to deny this big-eyed princess whatever she wanted. because by the way you saw her lips spread into a grin, she knew she had, yet again, successfully gotten her way.

“fine. one date.” you sighed, holding up a finger. “one date. but if he grabs my ass, i’m leaving.”

“yay!” she squealed, her arms flailing around your neck in a tight embrace. “that’s perfect. i’ll let jeff know then.”

right. jeff. the sexist monkey-face jackie’s dating.

“i have ap world right now, you have… calc?” she pondered. you nodded. “great, i’ll see you outside after school.”

she gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, before leaving.

as she skipped her way down the hall, you shut your locker, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a regretful sigh.

fuck, i might’ve just made the dumbest decision ever.

“well, that isn’t a pretty face,” van’s voice chimed, her arm effortlessly slinging over your shoulder. “right, tai?”

the other shook her head, pouting. “it sure isn’t, van.”

“and here i thought lover girl ms. l/n can’t look at jackie with anything but hearts in her eyes.” the redhead teased, poking your rib with her free hand. you jumped with a yelp.

“that’s why she closed her eyes, right?” tai snorted.

of course, the running joke among the team about your loyalty to jackie, even when she treats you like a pet sometimes.

you rolled your eyes, shrugging off van’s arm over you as they chuckled at their own banter. “very funny.”

“aw, come on, y/n, we’re just kidding.” van nodded at your sour expression, then down at the calculus textbook clutched to your chest. “shit, so we have calc? now i’m depressed too.”

“no, it’s not that, i just--” you didn’t even know where to begin.

“are you worried about nationals?” tai questioned.

you imagined jackie’s face if she ever found out you told them. the way she would stare back at you with such disgust, with such disappointment, you felt your heart pound at just the thought. you couldn’t tell them, it felt like such a dirty secret.

“yeah. yeah, i’m just… nervous about it, i guess.”

“well, you need to relax, sweetheart,” van said, “and that, my friend, is exactly what alcohol is for. so tonight, i’m gonna make sure you body so many shots, you pass as a human keg.”

tai smacked her in the arm. “we have an early flight tomorrow.”

van whined, “fine! just beer.” when tai glanced away with a satisfied nod, van leant in to whisper. “then tequila chasers.”

“no tequila chasers, vanessa.” tai scolded, playfully shoving the redhead away before circling an arm around you. she guided you down the hall, with the goalkeeper tailing behind. “don’t think too much about nationals, okay? just relax and enjoy tonight, we can worry about it when we get to seattle.”

you nodded, but you were still plagued with your thoughts.

technically you weren’t worried about nationals anymore, so you kinda listened to tai’s advice… right?

“i don’t know, jack, this feels like a little too much.” you hissed, hands tugging at the bottom of the skimpy dress jackie dressed you in.

the fabric stopped just below your crotch, one gust and you would be flashing everybody. the cut was too low and your torso felt like you were getting the life squeezed out of you.

“i feel like my whole ass is out for the world to see.”

“and what a blessing that would be for the world,” she said coyly, her gaze shamelessly lining the curve of your ass.

it didn’t seem like she had given the comment much thought, but the way she said it so casually, paired with the way she was eyeing you down, you felt yourself heating up.

you stared back at yourself in the mirror; you looked unfamiliar.

“do you have anything a little more… conservative?”

“why? i think you look good in this dress.” she leant back on her bed, held up by her arms. “plus, this’ll get randy’s dick hard. i think you should wear this.”

eugh, you didn’t need that visual in your head.

“a tree could get randy’s dick hard if it had tits.” you scoffed, “i’m not really trying to impress him anyway.”

“what? then why did you agree to coming?”

was she really that dense? or was this, like all her flirtatious passes made on you or the way her hands would linger on you a little too long when nobody was looking, on purpose?

“y’know what?” she asked, hopping off her bed. she came up behind you, scanning your figure in the mirror.

her hands caressed the sides of your arms, her chin over your shoulder. you could feel her breath tickle your collarbone.

“eleven out of twelve months, you’re hiding this crazy body under all those jackets and jerseys.” she hummed, her lips grazing your earlobe. you swallowed thickly, praying to god she couldn’t hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “you’re starting to turn into shauna… i mean, if i looked like this?” she grabbed the sides of your hips, her plump lips parting in a gasp. “i’d be devastating guys left and right.”

you took in her words, the scent of her perfume. it dazed you; how could see say that with such ease? without seeing the way your knees were weak?

“come on, babe, it’s time to take this bentley out the garage.”

“okay, i’ll wear the dress.” you caved.

“that’s my girl,” she pecked you on the cheek, grinning. she scrunched her nose as her hands gently squeezed your hips.

you turned away, letting out a shaky breath.

she’s gonna be the death of me.

jackie always liked you better than shauna. she would never admit aloud, but she enjoyed how obedient you were, how compliant and willing you were when she tasked you with something. the reactions she got out of you were adorable, it was so empowering, having that effect on you.

she wasn’t stupid, even a blind man could see the crush you had on her, your best friend.

she found it endearing, the way you thought you hid it well.

but as long as you loved her, she had her own little minion.

“come here,” she ordered, pulling her vanity chair out. “let me do your makeup. i want to try this new lipstick shade on you.”

like the sheep you were, you obliged, sitting.

“sit still,” she said, standing over you, knees brushing yours as she uncapped it. her hand grabbed your jaw, locking your head in an upward angle, gazing up at her through your lashes as she dragged the tip against your lips.

the color looked warm and soft against your lips. you could feel her breath against your cheek, catching the flicker in her eyes when she looked at your mouth a second too long.

shit, were you... actually kinda cute?

her fingers lingered, and for a moment, neither of you moved--until jackie blinked hard and pulled away, sitting back so fast she nearly knocked over her perfume.

“looking good,” she said quickly, too brightly, avoiding your gaze now. you watched her back up away, turning her back towards you to grab the cap from her bed. that was the first time you noticed it--the way she looked at you like she wanted to stay close, but didn’t know how to hold it without breaking.

"you should let me do your makeup more often. i know all the right colours for you." jackie said, busying herself with her earrings, pretending not to notice how quiet you had gone. you still felt the ghost of her touch on your chin, the way her breath had caught--but now you felt silly sitting there. in her dress, dolled up by her, carefully placed like furniture in a room she didn’t want you to sit in anymore.

you shifted in front of the vanity, watching her through the mirror, hoping she'd say something, anything, that would explain why the air had changed.

“i think i’ll wear the gold hoops,” she said, like nothing had happened. “they go better with this jacket, right?”

you nodded, but it felt like she wasn't there.

a car horn blared outside, twice. you froze. jackie didn’t. instead, her movement quickened, scrambling aroudn the room to grab her jacket and do one final check of her hair in the mirror.

“that’s jeff,” she said quickly, grabbing her bag and brushing past you like this was normal. “he’s giving me a ride. you gonna get there okay? or should i call shauna?”

you stood up, lips still tingling, heart sinking.

“i'll be fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “i’ll see you there.”

"drive safe, l/n." she hesitated at the door, like she might turn around--but didn’t. you watched her leave, the sound of the door clicking shut louder than the music still playing in her room.

well, isn't this just great?

you don’t remember exactly how you had gotten there, or how you ended up with a bottomless red solo cup in your hand, but you were damn near about to pass out.

leant against randy’s truck with him hanging off your arm like you were some prize he had finally nailed.

you were tired of his alcoholic breath assaulting your senses, his rough hand groping and touching wherever he pleased.

from afar, you could see jackie twirl into jeff’s arms.

her expression looked so carefree, beaming from ear to ear.

she had forgotten her vow to keep an eye on you, inebriated, herself as she raged on with the party.

it was meant to be a send off for all the yellowjackets, including you, before nationals, but you had far forgotten the joyous occasion. all your ditzy brain has been fixated on was her.

except, hers was on him. his hands holding her like a trophy.

the sight twisted something deep inside you, it sickened you, churning in your stomach like a bad breakfast.

randy’s voice broke through your thoughts, but you barely registered his words. his hand brushed against your waist, a little too familiar. you stiffened, uncomfortable, and tried shifting away, but he was persistent, leaning in too close. you swore you could punch his lights out.

“hey, why don’t we take this somewhere private,” he raised.

you didn’t respond, your gaze still fixed on jackie, the way her hair caught the firelight as she laughed at something stupid jeff had said. the jealousy gnawed at you, but you didn’t care.

all you could think about was her, the way she looked when she smiled, the way she looked when she was happy, and how that should’ve been you standing there with her.

his hands inched down her hips.

past the slit of the skirt she was wearing--

“y/n,” randy’s voice pulled you back, his hand creeping too far down your back. “what’s going on? come on, let’s go--”

--and over the curve of her ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

that was it. you couldn’t take it anymore.

you turned sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence, and stormed off toward the trees just before where the cars were parked.

you didn’t even look back when you heard randy’s voice calling after you. you couldn’t bring yourself to care. the only reason you had came had forgotten her vow to keep you company.

since that’s gone, why the fuck else would you stay?

as you walked further, the party’s noise faded, but jackie’s laughter still echoed in your mind. you could feel your heart aching, each step heavier than the last.

“y/n!” the voice cut through the fog of alcohol clouding your brain, and you froze. you didn’t need to look to know it was jackie; her voice was your soothing shell, and it carried an edge of concern you weren’t ready to face.

she was already out of breath, but her pace didn’t slow as she caught up to you. for an athlete, she had awful stamina.

“what’s going on?” she asked, her voice softer now, more genuine. “where are you going?”

“nowhere,” you muttered, not bothering to look at her. “i’m going home, don’t worry about it. have fun with jeff.”

jackie didn’t buy it. “y/n,” she said, her tone firm now, “you’ve been acting freaky all night. what’s going on with you?”

you glanced up with hooded eyes and tinted cheeks.

“i’m just tired of the party,” you snapped, feeling the bite of your words. one look at the hurt flashing across her expression, you wish you could be swallowed by the earth and die. you had no right to take it out on her, but the jealousy was noosed around your throat, and you couldn’t loosen it.

she frowned, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours, like she could read every hushed thought that crossed your mind.

“you’re lying.” she said, “i can tell when you’re lying.”

“i said i’m fine,” you bit out, turning away from her, your pace quickening. you didn’t want her to see the vulnerability in your face, or the way your eyes were blown wide.

fuck. you were so fucking in love with jackie taylor.

the soccer captain didn’t let you go. you could hear her footsteps rush behind you, and when she called your name again, her voice was tinged with evident frustration. “y/n l/n, stop walking away. you’re obviously not fine, and I’m not going to let you shut me out like this.”

you stopped, finally turning to face her, though your hand swung the empty red cup around as you gathered your words.

“jack, i just… i need some space, okay?”

your voice was harsh, but it was the only thing you could do to keep from falling apart in front of her.

you sounded so pathetic. you hated it.

but you hated the look she gave you more. the puppy-dog eyes, the pout, the arms crossing over her chest like it kept her heart safe and hidden from your cruel words.

you? her obedient little y/n wanted space? from her?

jackie stood still for a moment, then scoffed softly. she shook her head, sulking. “fine. if you want to be like that. but i’m not letting you drive home drunk.” she snatched the keys.

she turned abruptly, heading back to the car. you didn’t follow. you just stood there, your heart hammering in your chest, feeling like you were losing something you didn’t even have.

the ride back to her place was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional shift of weight in the seat. you stared out the window at the streets in passing, your head pounding as the faint fruity aroma engulfed your nose. you didn’t speak. neither of you did. you were grateful jackie didn’t press you, you would!( know what to say if she did.

when you reached the driveway, she parked the car with an exhale, turning off the engine. you didn’t move to get out right away. the silence was thick, suffocating, but it sat between.

“y/n,” jackie said quietly, her voice much softer than before. “i’m sorry if I did something to upset you, but you can’t just ditch without an explanation.”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t.

you just got out of the car, walking toward the door. Jackie followed you, but you kept your back to her as you entered the house, hoping she would just leave you alone.

following you into your house, she stood in the doorway of your room, watching you in silence for a long moment, until finally, she spoke. “y’know, i’m not gonna take this personal, because you’re crazy buzzed, but just know you’re being a mega jerk right now,” she said. “still don’t know what you’re so fucking mad about, would be super helpful if you told me.”

you didn’t respond, trying to hide the ache in your chest.

jackie scoffed, shaking her head, and then left the room.

as you lay there, trying to push the thoughts of her out of your mind, you heard her footsteps outside, the sound of the front door opening and closing. you had no idea where she was going, but you were just glad she had finally left.

wow, that’s something you never thought you’d say.

then, just as you started to close your eyes, you heard the click of the door again. jackie was standing in the doorway once more, and before you could react, she was in front of you, her hand on your face, soft and warm.

“fuck you,” she whispered, her voice low. “i’m not playing this fucked little game. so stop shutting me out.”

though you were still very much drunk, you froze when she leaned in and kissed you--slowly, softly, as if testing the waters. for a moment, you thought you were hallucinating, the taste of alcohol on her lips bleeding into her cherry chapstick.

was this really happening? wait, no, this has to be the drinks.

when your fingers clawed at her jacket, she lowered a hand to place yours on her hip. where jeff had his.

but just as quickly as she leant in, she pulled away.

you looked at her, heart hammering. you gasped, catching your breath as you stared back with dark eyes. “jack…”

she laughed, too sharp, too bitter. “god,” she said, backing up like she’d touched fire. as if she was t the one who kissed you. “oh my god, i shouldn’t have done that.”

you stared at her, blinking blankly. “what?”

“i’m drunk,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “you’re drunk. that--that was just the drinks talking. it didn’t mean anything.”

your stomach dropped. gaining a brief moment of clarity.

like all good dreams, this one had to come to an end. and as sobriety washed over you, you awoke to the harsh reality.

“it was a mistake, y/n,” she cut in, her voice colder now. “don’t make it more than it was.”

you blinked, trying to steady yourself, but everything was tilting--your body, your thoughts, your heart. “right,” you whispered, though your voice cracked.

jackie didn’t look at you. “and don’t you dare mention this to anybody. i don’t need jeff finding out that i--!” she ceased her sentence just before she could finish. she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the door open behind her.

you stood there for a long time, swaying slightly from the alcohol, every inch of you numb except the sharp, bitter sting in your chest. all you could think about was her lips, the way they felt like everything, and then suddenly, like nothing at all.

you missed them already. you wish you had savoured her.

the next time you'd see her was when the team gathered to board the private jet lottie's father had prepared for their travels to nationals. blissfully ignorant to your glances and mild confusion, jackie kept her distance, sticking to shauna like her life depended on it.

how could so much change in so little time?

just before you boarded, you stepped towards her.

"jack, can we talk?"

the night prior's events weren't exactly the most sound and still memories, but, though you would prefer in this case, you weren't intoxicated enough to gain temporary amnesia either.

"about what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

what? "about last night?"

"phew, last night was a crazy one," she chuckled, one of those fake ones she only used on teachers or cheerleaders. the sound absolutely smashed your heart to smithereens. "jeff told me i called for him to get me at yours this morning. i don't even remember going back to your house."

was this her plan? to count on you being so drunk you wouldn't remember the best thing that could've possibly happened to you?

the look she gave you was so foreign, so guarded, so unlike jackie.

"hey, can we talk when we land? shauna and i are going over our pre-game traditions." jackie smiled, brushing past you.

that was your thing. the two of you would tie each other's hair before every single game. then, just as you jog on the field, you'd hook your pinkies together and kiss your own knuckles. now she was doing it with shauna? what the fuck?

the plane went down faster than you could scream, metal shrieking, trees tearing through the fuselage as the world flipped and buckled around you. you remembered smoke, blood, the sharp taste of panic, and jackie’s eyes form across the aisle--just before she turned away from you to pull shauna from the wreckage and carry her out the back. you crawled out on your own, lungs burning, heart heavier than the twisted heap behind you. the adrenaline died, and your anger came in place of it.

still, she hadn't spoken a word to you.

you never expected such a 180 from jackie, especially not when the girls were around. tai's been interrogating you for weeks, and you just had no explanation.

the days that followed was cold and cruel, the forest as silent between you and jackie as the gaping space at night where you slept beside nat. you kept waiting for her to say something--to explain, apologize, and acknowledge the kiss you'd shared like it hadn't just disappeared in smoke. but she never did, and you never asked, because you didn’t know what was worse: the way she left you, or the fact that she chose to shut you out when you needed her most. how ironic.

by the seventh day, the cold gnawed at your bones and half the girls had decided they would leave camp in search for water.

you all stumbled on a half-rotted hunting cabin hidden deep in the woods--shelter, finally--but even as everyone huddled inside, warming hands by the fire, you felt far from warmth. that night, with the others asleep soundly for the first time in a week, you caught her eyes across the dim room, and something inside you cracked.

you followed her outside when she slipped into the back room, your footsteps soft but determined. “are you done being a shitty best friend, or should i try again later?” you asked, voice shaking more from rage than the cold. jackie turned to you slowly, like she’d been expecting this, arms crossed like armour.

“we're stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere, i'd say this is the least of my priorities.” she snapped, jaw clenched. “why won't you just let it go?”

you took a step forward, heat rising in your throat. suddenly the memory of the last time you were this close surged through your thoughts. you dawdled on the ghost kiss lingering on your lips, how it felt to kiss her, how it felt to be jeff for a moment.

"maybe this is when i need you most, you thought about that?"

"i'm going to bed." she announced, but you stopped her.

"what the fuck did i do, jackie? why're you doing this?"

she silenced, unable to utter a single word.

“that night,” you continued, “you kissed me like it meant something--and then you started ignoring me like it never happened.” jackie exhaled, slow and uneven, eyes finally lifting to yours.

"it didn't mean anything,” she said, voice raw, “i was just... emotional. you wouldn't talk to me, i was just impulsive.”

you stared at her, wanting to believe that she was pushing you away because of fear, not regret. “i don't even care about the stupid kiss,” you said quietly. “if it's bothering you that much, then let's just forget it. i just want my best friend back.”

jackie reached out then, but her hand folded back into her chest.

she just couldn't. it was so shameful.

"just leave it. you're being a child." she sneered, before walking past you back into the living room, where everybody else slept. you closed your eyes, sighing. your eyes welled with tears, but after a deep inhale, you sucked it up.

after a long night of zero sleeping, you were first out of the cabin the next morning. you sat by the fire outside, organizing the dry wood from the last couple days.

it was late afternoon when travis strolled over towards you, his hands buried in his pockets. he sat beside you without asking, awkward but present, and after a few moments of silence, he picked up a block of wood and started helping. “this is the weirdest jenga game i’ve ever seen,” he said, and it caught you so off guard that you actually let out a tiny scoff of amusement, breaking into a smile.

he grinned, clearly proud of himself for breaking the ice.

“not that i'm complaining,” he said, shrugging. “but usually people don't play it alone, y'know."

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, the heaviness inside you lightened just enough to remember who you were before the wreckage.

"is that how you say, 'good morning'?"

"it wasn't really a good morning until i sat down," he replied smoothly, and you couldn't help the smile that spread.

across the clearing, jackie leant against the beam just by the cabin door, half-watching, half-hiding. her arms were crossed, lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes followed the shape of your laugh like it didn’t belong to her anymore. and for the first time, she realized what it meant to lose it.

walking out from the cabin with a large load of clothes, shauna nudged Jackie gently with her elbow, catching the hard look in her eyes as she watched you and travis laughing.

“you good?” she asked, half-concerned, half-curious, following jackie’s gaze with a small frown. “you’ve been staring at them for five minutes.”

jackie’s jaw tightened. “i’m not staring,” she snapped, louder than she meant to. heads turned--yours included--just as jackie shoved away from the cabin wall and took a step forward, eyes locked on you like it was your fault for smiling.

“jesus, jack,” shauna muttered, grabbing her arm, but jackie shook her off.

“it’s not a big deal,” she barked. “they barely even liked each other before the crash and now they’re acting like it’s cute.”

the clearing went still, tension humming in the air. travis looked confused, you looked hurt, and jackie, cheeks flushed, looked like she wanted to take it all back, but couldn’t stop herself from burning the bridge anyway.

shauna stepped in front of jackie, smiling at everybody, urging them wordlessly to avert their attention back to their own business.

“okay, maybe take it down a notch,” she said, “if you’re feeling some kind of way, maybe help me with the laundry--get out of your head a little.”

jackie scoffed but didn’t argue, arms still crossed tight like she was holding herself together by sheer force. “i don’t need a chore chart, shipman,” she muttered, but her voice had lost its sharp edge. the brunette just gave her a look, the kind only best friends get to give--the one that told her, you’re spiralling, and everyone can see it.

with one last glance toward you and travis, jackie turned and stormed off toward the tree line where the others were working. shauna sighed, rubbing her temples.

maybe the nice trip to the lake later will ease the tension.

she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. sure, she could have been a little more considerate with your feelings, but you were being a full on bitchazoid right now.

like, travis martinez? of all people? you just had to go let him do whatever he wanted like that, didn’t you.

first at breakfast and now, this.

yards away in the lake, you were deeply engrossed in a game of chicken with shauna and van. the brunette ushered you to get on tai’s shoulders, but you waved travis over instead.

the boy didn’t hesitate, lowering to let you hook your legs over his neck before he stood, hands grabbing at your thighs.

“what, scared you’ll lose, shipman?” you challenged.

the brunette scoffed, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. “bring it on, rookie.”

why was he holding onto you for dear life? and you let him.

“mari?” jackie called, flashing the filipina a bittersweet smile. “i never get a chance to chat with you. how’re you doing?”

the raven-haired girl stared back, taken aback, before nodding skeptically. “stranded in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, but otherwise pretty good. we got lucky with the lake.”

you hollered loudly as shauna swung back and fell.

the water splashing into travis’ face made him flinch, his grip on you loosened as you both jerked back into the water.

as you resurfaced, your hands swiped the wet hair out of your dripping face, gasping for hair. travis ran a hand through his hair, chuckling before he paused to stare at you.

he was anything but sly with the way he checked you out,

jackie felt her blood boil when his grubby hand reached to lay on your waist, pulling you closer to pick a lash off your nose.

mari was droning on about something, but she tuned it out.

it was almost like a betrayal, though you weren’t in the wrong.

“but i wanted to get the pink cleats, ‘cause they were prettier, but the blue ones were on sale, and--”

“y’know what, mari? why don’t you come closer?”

she grimaced, averting her eyes. “what? why?”

jackie giggled, “to hear your story better, of course. come on, i want to hear all about your creams.”

“cleats.” the younger corrected, fed up with the captain.

“whatever,” jackie stated, waving her over.

past travis’ shoulder, you couldn’t help but catch mari shuffling towards jackie lying against the trunk. the fuck?

it wasn’t until travis’ face shielding jackie from your view did you snap out of your trance. “y/n? are you okay?”

you nodded, “oh, yeah, i’m completely fine.”

“i didn’t dunk you too hard, did i?” he chuckled, “if you want, i’ll kiss it better.” he joked, but you weren’t exactly engrossed in conversation. “come on, i think shauna wants a rematch.”

jackie didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.

you really believed it was like dying from the air gradually leaving your lungs.

later that day, while everyone was lounging and cozying up after the lake, you sat on a fallen log near the edge of the clearing, turning over a charred piece of wreckage in your hands like it held answers. tai found you there, plopping down beside you with a grunt and a squint.

“alright,” she said, slapping her lap, “spill it, l/n. what the hell is going on between you and jackie?”

taken aback by her bluntness, you stuttered. "uh--what?"

tai blinked, a stern expression on her face. “oh, come on,” she muttered, rubbing a hand over her jaw. “she's been in the biggest mood since we came down, it's driving everybody fucking crazy. ya'll ain't talking, so come on. what's going on?”

you scoffed. "didn't realize it was that obvious."

“it is,” she said plainly. “and look, i don’t know what happened between you two, but whatever it is--it’s not worth letting her die staying mad over.”

you glanced at her, like she had struck a nerve. “who said anything about dying?"

“maybe not today, maybe not tonight,” tai replied, shrugging. “but out here? none of us know if we’ll wake up tomorrow with food or fire. if something happens, do you really want your last memory of jackie to be this?”

you didn’t answer, but the question stayed with you.

she was right, but you weren't giving in that easy.

the night of doomscoming draped the clearing in a strange sort of magic. someone--you couldn't remember it being van or mari--came up with the idea for a makeshift prom to take the edge off.

you lot went all in, needing a reason to feel human again. someone strung strips of fabric and seatbelt cords from the trees like streamers, and someone else started a fire that crackled with warmth, casting golden light across faces that had forgotten how to smile. whatever makeup you had salvaged was quickly put to use, clothes borrowed and repurposed into outfits that shimmered in the firelight like they belonged in another world.

you didn’t know why you let akilah braid wildflowers into your hair or why you bothered smoothing down the dress you found in someone else’s luggage, but when you stepped into the clearing and travis turned to see you, his face lit up.

“you look…” he started, then gave a shy laugh. “good. really good.”

you shot him a polite smiled, unsure of what to say because you didn't know what to feel--not entirely for travis. "you clean up nice, yourself."

he offered his hand and you took it, letting him lead you to the makeshift dance floor where others had already begun swaying to the beat of clapping hands and hummed melodies. when the two of you walked through the arch, hand in hand, a couple hollers and whistles were thrown your way.

though you couldn't help but steal a couple glances jackie's way, watching as she danced with shauna.

you moved slowly, steps light, arms around travis like they would at a normal prom, and for a moment, it felt that way.

but your gaze kept pulling away, like a magnet, to the edge of the firelight where jackie sat in the shadows, arms wrapped tight around her knees. she wasn't dancing anymore, and she wasn't by shauna either. she just watched. her eyes found you every time yours wandered, and each look was a tether--like a never budging game of tug of war.

travis leaned in, his hand moving to your waist, his forehead almost touching yours.

maybe this will help, you thought, it's about time.

his breath was warm, eyes searching yours, and you knew what was coming. his hand cupped your cheek, slow and soft, and as he leaned in, you ignored all the protests you felt in your stomach.

just before your lips could meet, a hand yanked at your arm.

“hey, y/n, can i talk to you? like over there?” jackie snapped. you stumbled back, eyes wide, as travis blinked, clearly thrown off.

“what? jackie--”

“stay out of this, annie,” she insisted, already dragging you away from the firelight, through the clearing, and into the dark cabin.

the second the door shut behind you, you bursted.

“what the hell was that?" you hissed, "did you make an orphan insult? what the actual fuck, jackie!"

she scoffed, "how about you tell me what the fuck that was."

"i was dancing with him, jacqueline. dancing."

“you were gonna kiss him,” she muttered through gritted teeth, stepping closer. “you were really gonna kiss him.”

“i didn’t know that was still your business,” you bit back, "since when has kissing been such a big deal to you, hm?"

“since i kissed you,” jackie whispered.

before you could respond, she closed the distance, grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you like she’d been drowning without it. the world outside vanished--no crash, no forest, no doomscoming, and certainly no travis martinez.

just the two of you and the heat of the moment, finally crashing into each other like the plane never could. you kissed her back, fiercely, like you were taking back every second she’d left you wondering.

fuck. you were fucking in love with jackie taylor.

an; omg this was so fucking long but i had to get it out, yall better engage w this one cuz i put my whole dillydallyussy into it. anyways your comments and requests always make my day

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popular!jackie taylor x popular!gf

✎ᝰ.jinx notes loveed this one. kind of think this one was too big, but that's part of it :) hope u like it <3

☪— When you met Jackie, she was already a legend at school. She had it all: beauty, popularity, confidence and a smile that would make anyone melt. But unlike many other people who admired the “prom queen” from afar, you had the privilege of being one of the few people who had access to the real Jackie. And what you discovered about her was more than surprising. Jackie was more than the stereotype people saw at school. There was a vulnerability about her, something you quickly realized when you spent more time together.

Jackie was always in the spotlight, but that didn't stop you from sharing a world with her that no one else saw. Those secret moments between you were intense. Just looking at each other was a game that no one else understood. When she smiled at you during a team meeting or a school event, the world seemed to disappear, and nothing else mattered but the moment of the two of you.

☪— What people don't know, what nobody imagines, is that you and Jackie are in something more than a friendship. Even though you're popular, even though you're beautiful and admired by everyone, you've both decided to keep this relationship a secret. You both knew that Jackie's image would be altered - perhaps irreparably - if you found out that she was dating another girl.

But everything between you was real. Even if no one knew, you knew each other like no one else could.

Secret meetings were your refuge. After school, you would meet in hidden places, like the parking lot, the garden of her house, or even in a secluded area of the sports field, where you could hold hands and talk without the pressures of the world around you. When Jackie's touch felt on your skin, it was as if everything was lighter, more natural. She had this power to make you feel special, as if everything around you disappeared and only the universe of the two of you existed.

☪— You knew that if the relationship was exposed, the consequences would be difficult. Jackie had always been the perfect girl, the one everyone looked up to and admired, and you, as popular as you were, knew that this would change her perception in the eyes of others. But at the same time, there was an immense desire for things to be different one day. Jackie, with all her fears and insecurities, was someone you wanted to be with, without having to hide or lie.

☪— A relationship with Jackie wasn't just about furtive kisses and meaningful glances. It was about the way you shared your most intimate concerns, about the way you felt comfortable being vulnerable around her. Deep down, you knew there was something deeper there, something that transcended simple popularity. Jackie, with all her “perfect girl” image, gave herself to you in a way that few people would ever know. That's what left you speechless.

☪— Sometimes, keeping the relationship a secret gave you a feeling of exclusivity, as if it was something that was yours alone, just for you. Sometimes you loved the suspense involved in being the girl Jackie chose out of so many others, the girl with whom she felt comfortable enough to be herself. But there were moments - and those moments were rare - when you wondered what it would be like if the relationship were open, without fears or insecurities. You also knew that if anyone knew, everyone would probably be shocked. But that didn't bother you. What really mattered was how Jackie made you feel.

But on the other hand, there was always fear. The fear of losing Jackie. The fear that someone would find out and everything would be destroyed. Because, no matter how popular you were, there was no guarantee that people would accept your relationship. The school was full of gossip and prying eyes. And Jackie, with her reputation for perfection, knew that one mistake could be fatal.

And even with all the fears and uncertainties, your feelings for her didn't change. Jackie was at the top of your list, at the top of everything you wanted, without question.

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