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gap in my résumé cause i was just snuggled up so cozy

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so what if I want to have total control over every single thing at all times. just let me lol

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this is definitely how they flirt btw

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LITTLE POODLE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF HER GIRLFRIEND I'M CRYING

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rules

types of content i'll write headcanons, blurbs, one-shots, and some fics with a couple chapters. i'll also consider doing continuations of one-shots and expanding on headcanons and blurbs.

pairings and dynamics the brackets on my masterlist denote what pairings and dynamics i'm willing to write. 

gender and sex i am willing to write all genders, sexes, and trans characters, but keep in mind i am a cis woman, so my knowledge is definitely limited. i will try my best if i do get any requests involving identities different than my own, though!

i always try to write my readers as gender neutral and androgynous as possible, so if you're requesting, please specify if you want the reader to be a cis woman, transfem, etc! otherwise, i will default to gender neutral and androgynous or a cis woman (as i am one). similarly, specify the same for the characters, or i will write them as their canon identities.

nsfw i will write nsfw, but there are some restrictions—no non-con, scat, incest, age/pet/race play, pedophilia… i think that covers most of it. 

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NAT SCATORCCIO YELLOWJACKETS (2021—)

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I'll Convince a Friend to Join Deep Ends

warnings: none word count: 1,805 pairing: jackie taylor x reader [platonic, romantic] description: jackie wants you to see yourself how she sees you. tags: in the wilderness, insecure!reader, comfort, best friend!jackie, friends to lovers, LOTS of fluff, first kiss between pairing

Maybe you should be worried about more "serious" things out here. Bigger fish to fry and all that. But as you squint at your reflection in the lake, you can't help but wonder how beneficial a truly all natural clay mask could be for your blemished skin.

When you lean closer to the water to see if a new scar has formed on your cheek, you're interrupted by cool water splashing in your face. You look up to see your offender—Jackie.

She squats down next to you with an awkward smile. "Sorry. Too tempting."

You don't mind anyway. You've gotten much, much worse on you out here.

It's a little unlike her, though. She wasn't the type to smush cake in someone's face at a birthday party or push someone in a pool. Jackie was pissed when some guy had jokingly spilled on Lottie's clothes at a party—much more than anyone else.

Your view of Jackie is probably the opposite of how most people see her, but you know her better than anyone. She always sees the best in people. Maybe this was another testament to that part of her, trying to distract you from looking at the water's image of you rather than her image of you.

She gently pulls your hands away when you try to dry yourself off and begins softly wiping the water from your face and onto her own shorts. Despite where you are, her skin is still so soft, nails filed and clean.

"It's okay. Feels nice, actually," you reply.

Jackie grins at that, the focus of her gaze on you growing a bit more intense. Feels, not felt. She's taking that as you talking about her hands rather than the water. If she paid even half as much attention as she gives you to school, maybe she wouldn't have nearly failed chemistry.

In this moment, there really wasn't much of a difference between her and the water, anyway—both soft and pure and refreshing.

"Your hair's wet," she notes, a sly smile growing on her face. "We might as well just get in the water."

You'd avoided joining the others in the lake plenty of times. Locker rooms were bad enough, but chicken fights in your underwear with classmates? Not happening.

When she sees you roll your eyes, she softly encourages, "It's just us. You have nothing to be embarrassed about ever, but definitely not around me. And it's fucking hot. I'm sweating and fresh out of deodorant."

"You can get in without me."

She puts on a pout, trying another way to convince you. "Are you really gonna leave me out there all alone? What if I drown?"

"You better not. Chest compressions might crack your ribs." Still, her words actually cause worry to grow in you, so you take your shoes and socks off and get up.

Jackie helps pull you up, saying, "Just chest compressions? No mouth to mouth? Do you care about me at all?"

Years ago, Jackie had begged you to go to some Summer camp with her. The begging was unnecessary—of course you'd go if it meant spending more time with her. It was just fun to see how desperately she wanted you both to be together. You remember how she refused to go if you didn't, saying something like, "It's not Summer without you."

There were safety protocols you had learned there, some form of education the camp attempted to provide. CPR was one you had learned by practicing on dummies. One night, Jackie had asked to practice mouth to mouth on you "just in case."

Based on her technique, if you were to ever actually drown with only her around, you'd be screwed.

It wasn't the only time she kissed you. A few years later, she had asked you to see how her lip gloss tasted. Once, she had leaned over her bed as you sat on the floor, giggling as she tried to mimic a Spiderman kiss.

Jackie had always been affectionate—kisses on the cheek when you said goodbye, or hello, or when the Yellowjackets won a game. A kiss on your forehead when she noticed a frown on your face, a hand tugging your wrist when she thought someone was trying to flirt with you, a head on your chest when you slept over.

Out here, Jackie only seemed to cling to you more. When she felt useless, you'd find a chore not too disgusting for her to take on, but you'd also assure her that she was a person. A teenager unexpectedly thrown to the wolves. She didn't need to be perfect.

She was still perfect to you, though. Of course you'd do anything for her. So, you calmly reply, "Yes, I care. I would do it if you needed it," brushing it off as just Jackie being your best friend Jackie, and begin to walk into the water, your clothes still on.

Jackie grabs your wrist, causing you to look back at her. "When you have to save me from the Loch Ness monster, those wet clothes'll slow you down."

"When? Did you call them here?"

Jackie laughs. "Yes. And she said she eats people who don't relax. I'm not trying to push you to do something you don't want to do, but I know you'll be more comfy with less clothes on. I can help you chill out."

After you raise your brows at her words, she clarifies with darting eyes and a wavering voice, "Like, give you a massage or something."

Conceding with a smile you try to hide by turning away from her, you start removing your top and bottoms.

Jackie quickly follows right after you begin, then drags you by your arm into the water. "See? It's nice. And you look perfect."

Jackie deadpans at you when you roll your eyes, but decides not to argue. She moves on to cupping some water in her hands, spilling it over your head and cooling your skin and scalp. "Don't want you to cook out here," she murmurs in that doting tone of hers.

Jackie walks behind you and spills some water on your exposed back and neck. You shiver slightly at the cooling sensation, then relax as Jackie runs her fingertips over your back. She presses her thumbs into the skin of your back and shoulders, rubbing out the tension.

"Feels nice," you praise.

"Told you so."

After a few minutes, an idea comes to her. If you didn't believe her more subtle attempts of showing you how she feels about you, maybe she'd just have to be more explicit. Crashing out here made her realize what she really wanted, and she was ready to admit that now.

So, Jackie pauses her movements, leans over your shoulder, and softly says "Hey. You mind if I try something?"

You turn to look at her. "Does it involve the Loch Ness monster? You sacrificing me to save yourself?"

She laughs, resting her forehead on your shoulder. God. Despite the shit you have to deal with here, getting to see Jackie like this makes you forget about it all.

"No, don't worry. She's pleased with you now. This is all me."

"Okay. Go ahead," you agree.

Jackie leans back and slides her hands down to your hips. Then, you feel a soft press against the top of your back, her lips lingering on your skin for a moment before trailing up to your shoulder. Her nose tickles you as it drags against your back lightly, causing you to stiffen.

Jackie leans over your shoulder again, pressing her front to your back and hugging you fully, arms around your stomach. She looks up at your face to see your reaction. There's something anxious and pleading in her wide-eyed expression. It's much different from her usual casual demeanor when she kissed you. This is a confession, and she's hoping for some kind of acceptance.

When you turn in her hold and slip your arms around her waist with a smile, she giggles, quickly kissing your nose before finally catching your lips.

She feels so different than how this place has treated you. Her lips are smooth, moving on yours slowly and carefully. It's not tentative, but thoughtful, as if from one of the many romance films she had you watch. Her lips slide against yours easily, some strawberry flavored lip gloss slipping into your mouth. Jackie unintentionally breaks the kiss with a grin she can't fight off, so you lean your forehead against hers.

"God. Now that's a kiss. Jeff's always practically eating my face."

You laugh lightly before kissing across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose...

Her face scrunches as she says, "Okay, maybe you are, too. But I like it when it's you."

You pull back to get a good look at Jackie and see her smiling softly, like you're the only thing she sees. It's a look you recognize from the many times you tried on clothes at the mall together, when she looked at you after helping you dress up for homecomings and proms, when she watched you opening up the birthday gifts she had given you every year since you met.

"I like everything when it's you, you know. When it's yours," she continues.

"Thanks," you reply, pulling her into a hug and hiding your face in her hair. "I like all of you, too."

"Don't hide," she chides sweetly. She turns her head to press comforting kisses on your cheek before pulling back to look at you. "I mean it. I love every part of you. Nothing's gonna change that. Not even being covered in dirt and blood and sweat."

With a small laugh, you reply, "Thanks, Jackie. I love you, too."

"You better, 'cause you're stuck with me," she responds, wrapping her arms around your waist before leaning down to suck softly on your neck. It doesn't feel sexual, but soothing. Like she's appreciating you.

Jackie pulls away with a relaxed sigh. "I needed this," she tells you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Me too."

"I knew it," she smiles, closing her eyes and nuzzling into your neck.

"That's why you're the captain. You always know how to make people feel better."

Jackie quickly pulls back to look at you, wide eyes blinking rapidly. "You mean that?"

Nodding, you assure her, "Yeah. I mean it." You begin to lightly run your hand over her back, trying to further prove how much you value her. "I mean, I hope you'd use other ways to make the rest of the team feel better, but…"

She laughs, replying, "Don't worry. This is only for you." Returning to cuddling into your neck, she adds, "And I couldn't do it without you. I need you to make me feel better, too."

author's note: okay i need to write angst after this.

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Sylvia Plath, aged 23, in a letter to Richard Sassoon (dated Sunday, 11 December 1955)

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yes

Misty Quigley and Natalie Scatorccio

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Sylvia Plath, aged 18, journal entry #35, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (c. November 1950)

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this is canon to me

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thinking of jackie with this... jackie with plath's writing in general

Sylvia Plath, in one of her last essays, "Ocean 1212-W" (dated 1962)

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this is the natalie scatorccio post of all time oh my god i love her

YELLOWJACKETS 3.10 "Full Circle"

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I need to hear some messy nat. Like this girl physically cannot NOT be messy during sex

ugh i needed this. nsfw!

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i agree with you, anon. this girl loves loves lovesss making a fkn mess. firstly, in foreplay, she ravels in sucking your fingers.

nat is truly such a spit slut. don’t call her a slut though. you lean down to brush some hair out of her face, she thinks you wanna shove them in her mouth and is immediately a bit embarrassed when she opens it slightly.

you chuckle, not mean, just amused, before doing what she really wanted you to. it feels like heaven, you fucking her throat.

on that note, she may not like verbal degradation but she sure loves when you take her apart. one of the ways you could do that is spit in her mouth, she’ll let you. maybe she’ll even beg you. maybe she wants you to miss a bit so that you have to sloppily kiss her.

all while her clothed pussy is pathetically humping your thigh, maybe subconsciously, but you sure notice. she’s soaked through, lemme tell you that.

when you do get down to it, she eats your pussy like it is her last meal, no exaggeration. smearing her face all in it, moving it up and down, left and right, pretty much just laying her tongue flat and letting you grind yourself on her face. she loves the taste, smell, everything.

later on, when you strap her (she loves that shit so much), no matter how wet she is, she keeps adding lube. like ungodly, unnecessary amounts of lube. like you have to stop her before it gets way too slippery. she simply drools seeing her arousal form strings, slapping on the harness and making white rings around the base.

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