gorgeys

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Call me the pit the way I want her inside me

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having thoughts ab ghostface!quinntana passing you around like a blunt

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being in a secret relationship with jackie

it’s late september in wiskayok, and the air is starting to cool, but the bleachers behind the field still burn a little from the sun if you lean back too long. you’re sitting there now knees pulled up, chin resting on them watching jackie lace her cleats like she’s in a nike ad and not a dusty new jersey town with one decent gas station.

she’s got her practice jersey bunched up around her waist and her hair in a high ponytail that you’ve seen her redo at least four times in the past ten minutes. she’s nervous.

“you’re gonna be late,” you murmur, kicking her shin gently.

jackie looks up with a grin like the sun came out just for her.

“you say that like you don’t like watching me get in trouble.”

you roll your eyes, but the truth is, you do. there’s something funny about miss perfect jackie taylor getting chewed out by coach martinez because she spent fifteen minutes behind the bleachers “hanging out” with a girl no one knows she’s dating.

she tugs the tongue of her cleat, then leans over and kisses you quickly so fast you barely feel it, and so soft you feel it everywhere.

you blink at her.

“that was lame.”

“shut up.”

but she’s grinning again, her whole face lit up, cheeks pink like she’s still nervous, even after all this time.

“you said no lipstick today.”

“i said no smudgy lipstick,” you tease, “there’s a difference.”

jackie exhales, flops back on the grass beside you.

“i hate this part.”

“what part?”

“this part where i have to go be ‘jackie taylor’ and not just... me. with you.”

her eyes flicker to yours, cautious and soft. “the real part.”

you reach over and gently run your fingers over hers, the way you’ve done a thousand times in the dark during your so-called “sleepovers.” the ones where you watch clueless or scream until your stomach hurts from laughing and then fall asleep wrapped around each other like a couple of dorks who don’t want morning to come.

jackie’s always the big spoon. even when she pretends she doesn’t like cuddling.

(“you move too much,” she said once, halfway through a sleepover. and then held onto you like a damn koala all night.)

you squeeze her hand.

“we’ll get out of here someday, jack.”

she looks at you like she wants to believe it. like she almost does.

“you think there’s a place where we can do this without sneaking around behind bleachers and pretending we’re just best friends who are really into sleepovers?”

“i think there’s a place where people won’t care if you kiss me in daylight.”

you pause.

“...and where your mom doesn’t give me the evil eye every time i show up with a duffel bag.”

jackie groans. “god, she totally thinks we’re hooking up.”

“we are hooking up.”

“yeah, but she knows.” jackie hides her face in her hands, then peeks out between her fingers with a half-laugh. “she made me go to confession after your last sleepover. confession, y/n. i told father donnelly that we were practicing lines for romeo and juliet.”

you snort. “which version? the one where juliet takes her top off?”

jackie shoves your shoulder but she’s laughing now, that full-bodied laugh that makes her eyes crinkle and your chest ache a little because you love her.

(not the soft kind of love, either. the kind that punches a hole in your ribs when you realize how deep in you are. the kind that doesn’t go away even when you’re pretending it’s nothing.)

the whistle blows across the field and jackie winces.

“i have to go be the captain now.”

you nod. “yes, ma’am.”

she stands, then pauses and looks down at you, sun behind her like a halo, even though she swears too much and forgets to turn in her english homework half the time.

jackie taylor—homecoming queen, golden girl, certified overachiever.

she steps closer, crouches down, and kisses you again. slower this time. longer. warm and familiar and just a little desperate.

“friday night?” she whispers. “movie night?”

you grin. “if by ‘movie’ you mean thirty minutes of pretending to watch empire records before making out until my mom threatens to come in, then yes. movie night.”

jackie tugs her ponytail tighter, smiles.

“it's a date.”

she jogs off toward practice, and you stay there for a minute longer, heart still thudding, already counting down the days until you can be alone again.

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happy pride!<3

SORRY I'M RESPONDING SO LATE BUT HAPPY PRIDEEEEEE

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Hope this is okay for the birthday thing? Can I have Jennifer from Jennifer's body? cherry, silk, dare and it be suggestive?

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Jennifer Check

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: suggestive

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: cherry, silk, dare

It started with a cherry.

One slow pull of the stem between Jennifer’s plush lips, tongue curling around the fruit like it was something sacred — or sinful. You weren’t sure which. Her eyes met yours, half-lidded and wicked like she knew the effect she was having. She always knew.

“You keep staring like that,” she murmured, voice dipped in honey and blood, “I might think you want a taste.”

You swallowed hard. “Maybe I do.”

That earned you a smirk, sharp and sweet all at once. The cherry vanished into her mouth with a pop. When she leaned forward, the silk of her low-cut camisole shifted like liquid across her skin. You could swear the room got darker — or maybe hotter. The party outside faded, all noise and lights and people dissolving into nothing but the gravity between you and her.

Jennifer was sitting on the edge of her bed now, legs crossed, head tilted. Predatory and poised.

“I dare you,” she said, slow and sultry. “Come here and take what you want.”

You didn’t need another invitation.

Crossing the space between you felt like falling under a spell. Maybe you were. Your hands found the soft silk at her waist; hers tangled in your hair like it was made for her fingers. Her lips met yours in a kiss that wasn’t gentle — it was claiming. Hungry. She tasted like cherries and something darker. Copper, maybe, or perhaps just danger.

When she pulled back, there was a smear of your lipstick on her mouth and an echo of your moan still vibrating between you.

“You really shouldn’t play with monsters,” she whispered against your neck. “But it’s so cute when you try.”

You gasped when her teeth grazed your skin, not quite biting — not yet.

Maybe it was the thrill, the heat, or just her. But as she pushed you back onto the bed, laughter like a growl in her throat, you knew one thing for sure:

You’d never say no to another dare.

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Tashi Duncan who...❤︎

Tashi Duncan who keeps buying the same cherry chapstick because she loves how you lick your lips after she gives you a little peck.

Tashi Duncan who only lets you paint her nails, specially her toes. (It’s not a coincidence how she spreads her legs just a little wider)

Tashi Duncan who likes how lightweight you are because that means you’ll just climb in her lap after a few beers, thighs sticky, mascara smudged and fuzzy for attention.

Tashi Duncan who keeps your lip gloss in her tennis bag, like a little trophy.

Tashi Duncan who calls you “baby” in front of other girls just to see if they get jealous. (But none of them know you sleep in her shirts and cry when she kisses your neck too gently.)

Tashi Duncan who thinks your boyfriend is so annoying for calling on a girl’s night, so she bites your shoulder while you're on the phone. (Hopefully that'll distract you)

Tashi Duncan who gets jealous of your boyfriend but still hangs out with other people just to cuddle up with you after. Smelling like them.

Tashi Duncan who dares you to kiss her in church, she declares: "God already knows baby."

Tashi Duncan who convinced you to get a tattoo of her initial and she’ll get one of yours too, with a sewing needle and eyeliner ink boiled down with vodka. Always matching.

Tashi Duncan who sneaks into your bed at 3 am in her tennis skirt and hoodie, asking, "Can I stay?" like she wasn't already curled up behind you.

Tashi Duncan who knows you trace her name on your pillow, in hopes that she dreams of you too. (She does)

Tashi Duncan who wears your old hair ties like friendship bracelets around her wrist. Until they snap.

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The Plan

Mari Ibarra x Fem!reader no!crash au

Summary: At a college party Mari realizes the only thing she hates more than Shauna is Shauna getting with you.

A/N: back another jealous mari one shot bc i can’t help myself and i miss her sm

“You’re such a fucking nerd,” Mari says it leaning into your ear and loudly enough to be heard over the music.

You shove her shoulder and roll your eyes. “Oh, real original, Mar. You’re just mad because I’m not drunk enough to make out with you.”

Mari pouts, and leans her face real close to yours. “Who says I need you drunk to make out with me?” Her lips are dangerously close to yours, like she’s proving a point.

But then she pulls back and nudges your shoulder with hers, “And also don’t be a fucking ass, I just think you need to lighten up. It’s a college party just take this and have fun for fucks sake.” She mumbles, shoving her cup into your hand.

You watch Mari walk away, a sway to her hips. A soft chuckle leaving your lips. You put the drink down on the nearest counter and followed her.

Mari dragged your ass to this party, apparently someone from the soccer team was throwing it. She hinted that some of the girls on the team wanted you there because you were hot as fuck. But not only did you not care-you weren’t interest in the other girls.

Mainly because Mari was at the party.

You and Mari had had a somewhat complicated history. You’ve known each other for way too long. You met her at Mass. Her mother and your mother hit it off, and with it, the string of playdates, and an innocent friendship bloomed.

Of course, there was that normal questioning of friendships and first loves, and first everything. A classic “let's practice kissing,” which lead to “lets practice…stuff”, but middle school is middle school…right?

Freshman year of high school, your family moved a town over, and you were surprised Mari still made an effort to stay friends. Invited you to all the family barbecues, her quincinera, and would call you every day after school.

And when you told her you were going to play soccer, she begged you to transfer to her school and play with her. Literally begged, even made a presentation for your parents. You weren’t convinced her team in Nowhere Land was worth it.

That was until sophomore year you played at Northshore High, and when you played against the Yellowjackets. You were fucking amazed, Mari was kinda good. The team was actually really good. So then the tables turned and you begged to be transferred, and Mari was fucking ecstatic when your parents relented.

You two were thick as thieves, and one wasn’t too far away from the other. And when Mari got a soccer scholarship to Florida State, your dad’s alma mater, well, it was kinda a no-brainer for you to go with her. So when you both moved to Florida for college, it felt like life was really starting.

And you've got to start it with your person.

But there was just one thing about this equation. Mariana Ibarra is a lot of things. She’s annoying, she’s funny as fuck, she’s loud, but unfortantely she is try hard.

And ever since you got to college, she has been trying really hard. She had gathered enough status, making varsity her freshman year on the team. But now it was getting in with the girls. She brought you because in her words, “These gay bitches will foam at the mouth with you in that dress. You gotta come.”

Yet you fucking hated these jock parties. It’s always sticky and loud, and someone ends up groping you in passing. And most of all, Mari always ended up drunk. She always ends up flirting with some generic mid looking guy. And somehow she always ends up pulling you into her lap, and she always ends up kissing you too eagerly.

It was a trend, drunk Mari = make outs with you.

Which was fine. You enjoyed them…maybe a little too much. But now, it was complicated, because your feelings for mari got complicated. You don’t even know from here to there when it changed.

When your stomach got in knots when she would hold your hand a little too long. Or when she would come to your dorm from practice still sweaty and face flushed, why it made you flush in return.

Or how when Mari flirted with anything with a pulse it pissed you off. Pissed beyond belief. And like the stages of awareness it very suddenly started freaking you out.

Mainly because you couldn’t ruin your friendship with her, it meant too much. Years of friendship and history, for something as fucked up as feeling??? So you kept your mouth shut as you watched Mari flirt with some random boy, her grin wide, and his smile smug.

A bitter taste entered your mouth after a moment. You shook your head finally forcing your eyes away from the scene. You needed to fuck someone.

You needed to find someone to like, to crush on, to kiss. Someone you had permission to like. So your feet started an aimless fight, as you maneuvered around the party in search of something.

Well someone.

It didn’t take long for you to turn to the one person you found hot enough to take a chance on. She kinda reminded you of Nat. Had a cigarette in her hand, brown hair cut all jagged and edgy. You never told Mari but you always thought Nat was hot. It was the tough girl aura and how she never gave a fu-

“Hey,” a voice greeted.

The voice was close enough to your ear it jarred you out of your train of thought. You spun around to see Shauna. Shauna Shipman? Your eyes widened, and a huge grin broke across your face. You threw your arms around her like your body moved faster than your brain.

“Holy shit! Shauna! How the fuck did you get to Florida??” you asked, pulling away, stunned.

Shauna laughed, a little surprised herself. “Ah well, I actually got offered a scholarship here. Decided that being as far away from New Jersey as possible was a worthy investment.”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh? Wait. Wait. You fucking go here? Oh my—holy shit—so do I! So does Mari! Does she know??” You squealed, practically bouncing.

Shauna smiled and shook her head. “Finalized everything a few days ago. I’m meeting the team next week. I heard she made varsity, though. I’m more bummed you’re not playing.”

She said it with a little purr that made your stomach do an awkward somersault.

You cleared your throat, gave a shrug. “My soccer days are behind me, Shipman. I’m just a girl trying to survive film school.”

“Film school? That’s cool as fuck. I didn’t know you wanted to make movies.”

You grinned. “Yeah, my dad raised me on them. It’s the dream—write and direct something that wins an Oscar.”

“Shit. That’s awesome. I’m majoring in creative writing. Maybe we could bounce ideas off each other sometime?”

Before you could even process what that meant—or how weirdly flirty her smile was—you felt a sudden yank on your wrist, sharp and urgent.

You turned around to find Mari.

Her eyes were glassy and wide, like a deer in headlights. Her lipstick was smudged, her hair slightly damp at the ends like she’d either spilled something on herself or tried to dunk her head in the sink. She swayed once. Twice. Then pointed an accusatory finger at Shauna.

“I know I’m drunk,” she began, loud as hell, “but WHY THE HELL are you flirting with SHAUNA SHIPMAN???”

She squinted. “That was Shauna, right? Not some bitch who just looks like Shauna?”

You blinked. “It’s Shauna. She transferred here to play soccer and—we weren’t flirting.”

“Uh. Yes. Yes it was flirting. You were leaning into her. You do that lean thing when you flirt. The little eye crinkle. And the smile—don’t lie to me, I know the smile.”

Then she reached out and tried (poorly) to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. She missed the first time, then landed it on the second go.

You scoffed. “Please, you’re drunk—”

“I’m not that drunk,” she insisted, suddenly way too serious.

“Mari, you’re drunk. And if you’re just here to start drama—”

“Y/N, HELL NO—YOU CANNOT FUCK HER!”

You slapped your hand over her mouth, mortified, and yanked her away from the middle of the kitchen like she was a drunk raccoon trying to pick a fight with a blender.

“Oh my god, Mari,” you hissed, dragging her toward a corner. “You cannot yell shit like that in public!”

Mari peeled your hand off her mouth dramatically. “No. No! You can’t fuck her. I won’t allow it.”

You blinked, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “You don’t get to choose who I sleep with.”

“Well that’s stupid,” she said with a hiccup, poking your shoulder. “We should fix that. 'Cause you fucking Shauna ruins everything. Everything. It ruins the plan.”

“…What plan?”

“The plan,” she said, waving both hands like it should be obvious. “Get you to come to college with me. We join varsity. We get street cred. We get hotter. Then, we fuck. Then we date. Then we move in. Then we graduate. Then… marriage.Then dog. Definitely baby. Then grow old. Shauna is nowhere in this plan.”

You stared, mouth agape in disbelief. You don’t even know what to say. Your heart is definitely on the verge of heart palpitations.

“Mari… you have, like, a ten-step plan to win me over—?”

Mari gasped so hard she physically stumbled. “FUCK WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”

You just stared at her for a second. Then cracked, a laugh tumbling out of you. “You’re done. You’re done for the night.”

Mari dramatically collapsed against your side, resting her forehead on your shoulder. “How much did you fucking drink?”

“Enough,” she mumbled into your shirt. “Enough to stop whatever the fuck Shauna was doing.”

You sigh, dragging her to the nearest bathroom like it’s not your third time this semester doing this exact thing. She stumbles over the doorframe, giggling as she half-collapses against the sink.

“Okay, arms up,” you instruct, wetting a paper towel and starting to blot at the sticky remnants of jungle juice along her neck.

Mari obeys. Sloppily. Her eyes flutter shut as you dab under her jaw, then open again—hazier now. There’s a quiet between you, broken only by the hum of the party behind the door and the soft sound of water from the faucet.

“I hate her, you know,” Mari slurs.

You look up, raising a brow. “Shauna?”

She nods, very seriously. “Hate her stupid pretty face. Hate her dumb voice. Hate that she gets to stand that close to you.”

You freeze, the damp paper towel still in your hand.

“She didn’t even do anything, Mari,” you say carefully.

“She doesn’t have to,” Mari mutters. “You smiled at her like you smile at me.”

You exhale, your throat tightening.“Mari…”

Her hands move, clumsily cupping your face. “I’m not just drunk,” she whispers, swaying a little. “I’m in love with you. You idiot.”

You swallow hard, your heart trying to punch its way out of your chest. Before you can say anything, before you can even think—she leans in and kisses you.

It’s messy. Uncoordinated. Her lips are warm and sticky with sugar, but there’s so much behind it, so much rawness, that you almost forget how to breathe. Your fingers grip the edge of the sink. She pulls back with a small, satisfied sigh, then rests her forehead against yours like she’s said something as simple as pass the salt.

You can’t speak. Can’t move. Just stare. Because out of all the drunk kisses…this felt way too real.

“See,” Mari murmurs, closing her eyes again. “You didn’t stop me.”

You say her name, soft. But she’s already sinking down to sit on the closed toilet lid, curling up like a sleepy cat.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping. “Should’ve kissed you when we were fifteen. Fuck. I loved you even then.”

And then just like that—she’s out.

You scoff, staring at her. She was fucking unbelievable. Yet your heart was racing with her words bouncing off your mind.

“She’s drunk, Y/N.” you whispered to yourself trying to settle your heartbeat. “Very very drunk. She probably doesn’t even know what she’s saying”

You didn’t even believe yourself. Yet you forced yourself to not think about it. And when Shauna texted you, asking to grab brunch. You texted her back saying yes. Because you’ve done this enough times to know Mari won’t remember this.

You find her passed out in your bed, limbs sprawled like a starfish. The sun filters through your curtains, and she groans like it’s personally attacking her. “Ugh. What the fuck happened last night?” she croaks.

You pause at the edge of the room, holding a glass of water and two ibuprofen like a peace offering. “You, uh… don’t remember?”

Mari cracks open one eye. “Was I annoying?”

You force a smile. “Little bit.”

She groans, flopping onto her stomach. “Shit. Sorry. Did I say anything embarrassing?”

You open your mouth. Close it. Shake your head. “No,” you lie. “You just yelled a lot.”

Before she can press further, your phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand.

Shauna.

You stare at it. Mari lifts her head slightly, squinting at the screen. “Why the hell is she calling you?” Mari asks.

You blink. “I—I don’t know, maybe she—”

Mari sits up, wincing. “Wait, why is she FaceTiming you? Did something happen last night?”

You hesitate too long.

“Mari—”

“Oh my god. Did you fuck her? Wait no you couldn’t she’s not…wait WAS SHAUNA AT THAT PARTY? DID YOU FUCK HER?” she snaps, the hangover no match for the volcanic jealousy behind her eyes.

You nearly drop the phone. “No! Jesus Christ, no, I didn’t—”

“But you wanted to,” she accuses, voice rising, clearly the night starting to come to her. “Don’t lie. I saw the way you looked at her. You were totally into it.”

“Mari, shut the fuck up, you kissed me last night. You told me you loved me.”

Her mouth opens. Closes. “What?”

You nod slowly. “You told me you had a whole plan. College, soccer, fucking, dating, marriage, a dog, a baby. You were very specific.”

Mari stares at you like you just recited a fever dream. “...That sounds fake.”

You laugh once, hollow. “Yeah, well. It happened. So, back off with the whole Shauna thing.”

She runs a hand through her tangled hair, then flops back against the bed. “God. Kill me now.”

“Don’t worry,” you mutter. “You’re doing a pretty good job on your own.”

Your phone buzzes again. Shauna’s name. You let it ring out. Your fingers hover over the text message option. Your eyes flicker up to Mari, who is studying your face. Mari side-eyes you, a little more sober now, a little more raw. “So what now?”

You don’t answer. You don’t know. Then, after a minute, you put your phone down and sigh.

“Well…did you mean it,” you ask, your voice softer now, your eyes still locked on the blanket twisted in your lap, “or were you just drunk?”

Mari doesn’t answer right away.

You glance up. She’s staring at you, frozen mid-motion like her whole body’s buffering.

“What?” she says too quickly.

“You kissed me,” you continue. “You said you loved me. You had a plan, Mari.”

Mari groans and throws her hands over her face. “God, kill me, actually. Forget what I said earlier. Just toss me into a pit with stakes and let the ants finish the job.”

You just wait.

Eventually, her fingers part like a curtain, revealing her eyes. “You’re serious?”

You nod once. Quiet. Honest. “I need to know.”

Mari sits up, every motion full of restless energy. “Look—I was very drunk, okay? Like, I said a lot of things last night. Some were jokes, some were dreams, some were... tequila hallucinations—”

You narrow your eyes. “So it was a joke?”

“I didn’t say that,” she huffs, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’m just saying, like… when you’re drunk, stuff comes out weird. I’m not in love with you, love-love, like the lame kind. Not in, like, a Nicholas Sparks, write-your-name-in-the-sky way. It’s not like I’ve written you poetry or some dumb shit like that.”

You raise an eyebrow. “But you do love me?”

She groans again, flopping dramatically back onto your bed. “I swear to god, I’d rather have food poisoning than have this conversation.”

“Mari.”

She sits up abruptly, eyes blazing. “Fuck it—YEAH, okay?! Yes. I’ve liked you since, like, middle school. But it’s not my fault—you’re pretty, and funny, and stupidly kind, and you always put up with my annoying ass. And whenever I’m with you, I feel like I can do anything, and maybe that’s scary, and maybe that’s not cool or chill or whatever, but—”

You cut her off with a kiss. You don’t think about it. You just move. Her hands are still in her lap, like she didn’t expect it—like she’s still catching up to the moment. But when she does, she kisses you back like she’s been waiting her entire life for it. No sloppiness, no drunken haze. Just this.

Just you.

Her lips are chapped, and they have that lingering liquor taste. You don’t really give a fuck. Not when Mari, finally fucking admitted it. When you pull back, her eyes are wide, her lips parted slightly.

“...So,” she breathes, “Is that a yes to my plan…and if so, which part?”

You laugh, forehead bumping against hers.

“Maybe,” you whisper. “Let’s survive college first.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m surviving this hangover.”

You smile, “Mari Ibarra the least organized person I know. Same girl who fucking forgot to pack for her graduation trip to Cabo and threw something together hours before her flight. That girl had a fucking plan to win me over. What kind of twilight zone am I living in?”

Mari’s face flushed, and before she could rebuttal you kiss her again. A firm and confident kiss that makes Mari sigh, holding you tightly to her. And when you pull away she still has her eyes closed a goofy grin on her lips.

After a moment she opens her eyes and gives a shrug like she won somethings. “In a way…my plan worked though, didn't it.”

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SANTANA LOPEZ GLEE | 2.21

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movie night with the yellowjackets

yellowjackets x reader movie night headcanons (lottie, natalie, mari)

sfw, no warnings, written with fem!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader

lottie matthews

always the host !! yes it’s logical because her house is huge & her parents are never home but you spend most of your time together there anyway so that’s also a big factor

ALWAYS STOCKED UP ON SNACKS

makes sure to have your favorite snacks and drinks for the movie, but she really already has those things just for whenever you’re there 🤭

you flip a coin to decide on who gets to choose the movie or you switch back and forth each time

i imagine her watching a lot of movies growing up especially with her parents always being busy

like idk just imagine her being a bit pretentious about her favorite movies unprovoked (but in an endearing way) 😭

she loves dropping fun facts about her favorite movies throughout the night

“this scene almost wasn’t included actually”

“did you know those lines were improvised?”

will shush you if you talk during her favorite part

will rewind to show that part again even if you only talked for half a second of the scene

she was basically raised by movies so it’s serious for her when it comes to her favorites

designated snack & drink refiller

obviously she knows the lines to her favorite movies forwards and backwards

NEEDS to know your thoughts once the movie ends; she loves a good post-movie yap sesh

will do the fake yawn to put her arm around your shoulder “as a joke”

loves to snuggle while watching

lots and lots of fluffy blankets

loves falling asleep with you while the movie plays (as long as it’s not one of her favorites)

natalie scatorccio

usually movie nights are held at your place

you oftentimes end up picking the movie

generally speaking she usually just likes rewatching her favorite movies

the type to distract you on purpose in the middle of the movie

“accidentally” gets closer to you as the time goes on (she somehow ended up on your lap?? how did that happen…)

makes sure there’s plenty of blankets and pillows

makes it into a whole experience, basically creating a pillow fort

she also orders lots of food !! anything you want

but she puts you on popcorn duty too because she always burns it

pretends not to be as excited as she is

not completely paying attention to the movie

much more focused on watching you watch the movie or just staring at you in general

occasionally you have to quiz her on what just happened to make her prove she was watching

tbh she’s just happy to be there <3

mari ibarra

HAS to be the one to pick the movie

you get slurpees and cheeseburgers obviously

make it into another little date if u can easily walk to the 7/11

she sometimes asks to do the 2 straws in one drink thing as a cheesy romantic gesture, but if you told anyone about it she’d deny it

definitely gets annoyed if you ask her to rewind a bunch of times because you were talking

because why are you talking during her perfect movie of choice 🤨

i imagine she’s a ride or die for her favorite movies (much like lottie)

she’s a sucker for a good rom-com even though she’d never admit it (nat too)

you buy the tickets (if it’s at a theatre— but usually movie nights are held at one of your places)

usually ends up talking about the movie for hours after it ends if she really liked it

would never admit to anyone how much the movie nights mean to her but they’ve pretty much become a staple (+ a favorite) part of her routine

loves sitting on your lap bridal style with her arms around your neck throughout portions of the movie (posture in the GUTTER)

feeds you popcorn like a loser in love 🙄 because she is 🙄🙄

falling asleep together is one of her favorite parts of movie nights

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONEEEEE MAKE SURE TO KISS A GIRL AND PRACTICE LESBIANISM TODAY AND EVERY DAY!

#LIVELOVELESBIANS

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Bullshit

Mari Ibarra x Reader (some brief Nat x reader)

Summary: Mari hates how close you’ve gotten to Natalie.

A/N: This is just a lil one shot for my girl Mari. 😔 love you forever angel💔

It was fucking cold. Your hands were buried in the pockets of your jean jacket. And it wasn’t doing anything for you. You groaned, you were from Florida…Hollywood, Florida.

You used to joke about not being built for the winter. Like the cold. But when you were thrust into Wiskayok, New Jersey, it was something that became a fact. And the butt end of a running joke amongst your friends.

You would rather die than endure the cold.

And this is how you knew God was a comedian. Because. What. The Hell. A plane crash? A plane crash WHERE? Where the hell were you? The woods of fucking Antartica? You started calling this shithole Narnia. The way it felt like the white fucking witch turned the place into an ice palace.

More than that. You didn’t even like soccer. Never had. You just joined the damn team because of Mari. She was your closest friend at Wiskayok. You transferred there at the end of Sophomore year. Your dad got a promotion, had to move. You did this every three years, so it wasn’t necessarily new.

The idea of packing up and leaving. Never placing roots. But you started memorizing the places you lived. It made you feel like a local quicker, easier to adapt. If you start to get good with directions, you’ll pretend you’ve been there longer than you have. It makes being there bearable, makes leaving more memorable.

You had it down to a science. You didn’t make too many friends, one or two. Easier to say goodbye to when there's not a lot. Maybe a fling here or there, no big loves. That would fuck you up. And you needed easy.

It all needed to be easy to navigate. When you told Mari this drunk at a party in the corner of some guy’s kitchen. She gave you this look. Like you were just speaking in a different language. And as quickly as you finished, she scoffed big and loud.

“You are fucking crazy, that’s like…I don’t know…sad as shit?” She says, taking a sip. “I was on board with all of that until the no big loves part. Love is like the whole point.”

You roll your eyes, “Love is the whole point?” You repeat teasing, “What are you, Celine Dion?”

“Shut up! You know what I mean. You just said the most miserable nonsense. Like what happens if you fall in love with someone? What then?”

“I don’t fall in love with people.”

“Bullshit.”

“What?”

“That’s bullshit. Everyone has fallen in love.”

“Not me.”

Mari leaned in closer to your face. Eyes are intense and searching. You feel heat rush to your face. You shift away, but she mirrors it by moving closer until she is a breath away from you. Eyes scanning your face like she was trying to find something.

“Mari?”

Her eyes flit to your lips, and you are starting to wonder if the alcohol from the night is beginning to kick in. She licks her lips, and for a split second, you’re wondering…what would it be like to kiss her. Are her lips soft? They look soft. Would she enjoy it…if we kissed? Has…has Mari always been this pretty? Your eyes are now locked on her lips, and Mari notices and breaks out into a wide smile.

“Buuuullshiiiiiit.” She slurs, before leaning in to kiss you. She misses your lips and lands on the corner of your mouth.

A testament to how drunk she is. And with the way your heart is racing out of your chest at the small action, maybe you are too. You pull away, chuckling, your hands on both sides of her face. Giving her a chance to back out. Or come to her sense.

Instead, she is pouting, “Wait one….second. Don’t move.”

She tries again, this time kissing you firmly on your lips. With intention. Her hands are on your shoulders to help steady her. She tastes of cheap beer and smoke. And from the way she bites your lip and pulls you close, you know she won’t remember this. She’s kissing you too passionately, too intensely, too sloppily, for it to be conscious.

But you know you will remember. Fuck. The way your stomach is knotted inside you, the way you can still smell the faintest whiff of her cherry bomb perfume. The way she is kissing you like you’re going to die tomorrow.

You kissed her back, hard and with hunger. Letting yourself get lost in someone you considered safe-ish. Safe enough to befriend and share your thoughts unfiltered. Someone who knew you relatively the best in this small town.

Yeah, you remembered that kiss.

Mari did not.

Which was okay. Because, quite frankly…you didn't know what to do with a kiss like that. A kiss that you kept thinking about way too often. A kiss that would often make your eyes unconsciously flicker to her lips when she was ranting about something stupid. A kiss that made you unfortunately puddy in her hands to all her damn whims.

Including trying out for that fucking soccer team.

You stood in the cold, watching all those damn assholes you called your teammates do their chores. Or try to get warm, or do whatever you do in this hell hole.

Irony was you called Wiskayok a hell hole. Like often. Your mom would give you a pointed look whenever you said hell because of it. Now it was like fucking paradise in your mind.

Your hands shoved into your jacket, eyes flickering to the sky. The snow floated down like it was magic. And when you were little, you used to think it was.

Now it felt like a curse.

Winter was like the impending death count starting its drumroll. Who will kick the can first? It was a sick joke. But these fucking girls were insane. You felt fucking insane. You hated it. The only semblance of normalcy was-

“Sup dickwad.” Mari greeted you with a wide grin.

Mari.

In a sea of tension, weird cult behavior, and bipolar mood swings, Mari’s sense of self being in tact has been your sanity. Because thank god she hasn’t fucking changed. She has stayed her annoying, goofy, beautiful, and quietly kind self. And you were so thankful she was here.

“Hey,” You greeted with a sigh.

Mari notices your hands in your pockets, and gives you a concerned look. “Cold?”

You scoff, “What gave it away?”

She rolls her eyes, and motions for you to give her your hands. “Yeah don’t be an ass about it.”

You wordlessly show her your trembling blue hands. She frowns and rubs her hands together quickly, before holding onto yours. Her hands aren’t nearly warm enough against your freezing ones. Despite that, it sends heat rushing throughout your body, and a lingering fluttery feeling in your chest. You gasp, and Mari just gives you a grin.

“See, just have to speak up about what you need.” She mumbles to you, her hands tightly holding onto yours.

You smile, “Yeah…my bad.”

After a beat, she lets go of your hands. “Heard you’re next on hunting rotation.”

You shrug, “Yeah, we’ll head out in a few. Waiting for the snow to lighten up.”

Mari doesn’t say anything for a beat too long but her eyes shift from you to something behind you. You frown and wave your hand around her face. “Dude, are you good? What are you even thinking about?” You ask, trying to follow her eyesight to see what’s bothering her.

“Yeah so I heard Nat likes you.” Mari blurted out.

You freeze, “What?”

You spin from behind you, where the girls are all scattered around the campsite. Your eyes scour to find Natalie. Once they find her, she’s sitting near her tent, cleaning out the gun. Blonde hair was beginning to outgrow into her dark roots. Dark eyes focused and hung low. Lip tucked under her teeth in concentration.

“That doesn’t mean go fucking look at her! You’re so fucking obvious!!” Mari hisses, twisting you back around to face her again.

You give her a wide-eyed look, “Well-okay you can’t blame me for that. You can’t tell me someone has a crush on me and expect me not to want to see-”

“Do you like her?”

The question throws you for a loop. You pause, face scrunching in confusion. “Huh?”

“Well? Do you?”

“…Where is this coming from?” You ask carefully, not understanding. You narrow your eyes, trying to read her face.

Mari swallows hard before shrugging casually. “I’m just curious.”

You can tell she is trying to be casual, but her tone comes out harsh. Harsh enough to make you flinch. “Why are you saying it like that?” You question hesitantly.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re mad about it.”

“I’m not mad.”

You stare at her. Eyebrows raised, lips parted, and hands crossed across your chest. This felt like having a conversation with a two-year-old. You nod and give her an unconvinced look. “No, but you are. You’re doing that thing you do when you’re mad.”

“Just answer the fucking question.” Mari’s voice rises.

“Oh my God-you are mad.” You whispered, a pit of fear beginning to set in your stomach.

“No I’m not!” She denied, her face hot.

You lift your hands up in surrender. ”Okay! Not mad, got it. Why is it important if I like Nat or not?” You questioned softly.

“It doesn’t matter-I just-well do you?”

“I mean…I don’t know I never thought about it. I mean, she is…like hot. In an alt bad girl kind of way.” You turn your back to look at Natalie again, but Mari is stopping you and twisting you back to face her.

“You think she’s hot? She is sooo not hot. If anything she’s like an alt loser.” She objects, with a something in her tone that is trying too hard.

You scoff, “Mari…don’t fucking start. Yes she is hot.”

“No she isn’t. She isn’t a real bad girl. So what she wears leather no big deal-”

“Mari-”

“And big whoop she smokes? Literally we all do-”

You grab Mari’s shoulders effectively stopping her ramble. “Mari…are you jealous?”

Mari frowns, “N-no.”

You grin “Holy shit. You SO are!”

Mari rolls her eyes, and starts to walk away but you grab her hand and pull her into you. “Aww Mari, nooo come back. Come on, you’re beautiful too.”

“Beautiful? You just called Natalie hot. And I get beautiful?”

You look around, not a lot of the girls were around. But still you started tugging Mari away from everyone a little deeper into the woods. Mari frowns trying not very hard to untangle her hand from yours.

“Where are you taking me you freak??” Mari groans.

You roll your eyes. “Oh chill the fuck out Mari. I’m not Lottie, I’m not going to bring you to some weird ass ritual site to pray.”

That shuts her up. Because she did go to one of those. And when she told you, well you were fucking pissed. You argued about how dangerous it could’ve been or how in the grand scheme of it all fucking insane that is???? Mari had never seen your face get so red.

She kinda liked how protective you were of her.

It made you kinda…hot? It made her want to do more, see how far you’d be willing to go. What you’d do if she forced your hand to intervene. Would you protect her? Would you want her?

So Mari had locked into the sub cult happening amongst the girls. Half because what if that shit is real, other half because she wanted to see what you would do. Wanted to see if you would care.

You brought her not too far from camp, but far enough where no one will be able to hear. You let go of her hand and take a step back, arms on your hips. Mari already missed the warmth your hand on hers gave.

“Alright Mari, why the fuck are you jealous of Nat? Is it because we’re spending a lot of time together?” You ask, with a surprising amount of softness.

Mari flinches, she didn’t expect to be confronted with the truth. Of course she was bothered. In a strange turn of events, her getting closer to Lottie, pushed you to get closer to Nat. You being one of the hunters was badass (and kinda hot).

But then you started talking to Mari less and Nat more. When you were all together you would whisper inside jokes to the blonde, and your eyes would light up when she chuckled. Hell when they hunted Nat, you were the one that held back Tai, shoved Gen to the ground, and yelled to Nat to fucking run.

It was Mari that had to wash your face, Tai had knocked you out with her elbows. When Mari begged you to talk to her. Explain why you would be so reckless and stupid. You wouldnt. You didn’t even look her in the eyes.

Just mumbled “She’s our friend…we can’t just…she deserves to go back home with us.”

Natalie was softer with you after that. Mari noticed it. How could she not? Especially when Natalie would fucking run the pads of her fingers to the bruising and cut on your face. (The face Mari cleaned and patched up)

Or the way you let Natalie rest her head on your shoulder. Or how your hand found hers, when you felt anxious. How Natalie would whisper stuff in your ear to make you laugh.

And even when they made Natalie leader. You were the one that kissed her on the cheek and said you’d follow her anywhere. The memory left a bitter taste in Mari’s mouth. It made her want to punch something-

“Mari?” You call out again.

Mari eyes snap open, she is looking at you and the concern on your face. A frown deepening on her own lips. “I’m not jealous.” She lies.

You groan, “Okay fine. Not jealous. Why are you upset then?” You question, and when Mari opens her mouth to object you stop her, “AND don’t fucking stand there and say ‘I’m not upset.’ Yes you fucking are. Your left eye is twitching and you got the frown on your face. The one you had when you found out your older brother stole your Selena CD to give to his girlfriend for Valentine’s day.”

Despite her frustration and annoyance, Mari chuckled at the memory. The memory you know. She can’t help the frown that slips, because you really know her best.

And then she shook her head and sighed. Not knowing how to explain herself. So she shrugged, “I don’t like Natalie. Never have.”

Another lie.

“Okay…I don’t really like your friendship with Lottie-but I understand we have friends outside of each other-“

“-Yeah that’s the thing. I don’t like that. I don’t like that you have someone besides me.” Mari cuts to it. Her voice rising.

“You-you don’t like me having friends?” You repeat slowly and bit in disbelief.

“No I don’t.” Mari deadpans, and then after a beat. “I should be your person. I’ve always been your person since you fucking got to that shitty little town. Sure you had other rando friends. But it was me and you for the most part. So yeah fuck Natalie. So what she’s the leader? And you go hunting with her and you have this special little bond- well fuck that. We have a special little bond. And I’m hot too and also-“

In a last ditch effort to stop this rant you step closer to her and reach your hands out to gently grab her face. Thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks. Hot to the touch. Which shuts her up quickly. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth open.

You chuckle a little at the sight of her. “Feel free to stop this if you hate it.” You mumbled, before leaning closer and pressing your lips firmly on hers.

Her lips are chapped and cold. And she’s frozen in place, hands to her sides. Your heart drops because fuck what if this wasn’t what you should’ve done.

But then when you pull away she closes the gap and kisses you back hard. Her hands grabbing your jacket and fisting it to tug you even closer. You moan in surprise and that makes her smile into your lips. It’s all consuming and you feel Mari start to lead as she walks you backwards until you’re against a fucking tree.

Your eyes widen. “Not jealous, huh? That’s such bullshit” You tease, pulling away from her lips.

Mari frowns, “Shut up.” slamming her lips back against yours. She bits your bottom lip and uses your tiny gasp as the means to slid her tongue into your mouth. She fights for dominance and you let her have it.

One thing you’ve learned being her friend is to never fight an angry Latina. You never win, even if you’re right, even if you technically could win. You never win. So you let her take over, you let her kiss along your neck. You let her bite and suck, and mark you up.

Mari could always do what she wanted with you.

And when she pulls away, she has this satisfied look on her face. Your eyes are dilated, your hair tussled, lips red and swollen. Your neck? Screams someone marked me. I belong to someone. And you did.

“This means you’re mine. I’m yours, you’re mine. No one else gets to do this. Okay?” Mari says firmly with all the seriousness in the world.

You swallow hard and nod. “Wait are you saying we’re…like dating?”

Mari frowns “Well duh. Damn and you say I’m slow.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay rude, also I didn’t even know you liked girls.”

“Yeah? I like you. I have for like a really long time-and I’m not going to lose you because the leather loser that you think is hot sweeps you away or worse-“

You kiss the corner of her mouth tenderly. To stop her angry rambling. Which it does, very quickly. “Okay” you mumble.

You keep kissing all around her face and you can feel her melt under you. Her hand holding your waist tighter.

“You can’t just kiss me every time you want me to shut up.” She says with a strained voice.

You smile, “Hmm can’t I?”

You press your lips on hers firmly, before pulling away. “Okay, I’m yours.”

Mari nods, a goofy smile stretching onto her face. Eyes brightening, cheeks red. “Hell yeah, you are.”

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grumpy!mari headcanons

mari ibarra x reader (written w fem!reader in mind, but i think it could be gn!reader because nothing in here specifies gender) can be read as pre-crash or post-crash (because she is NOT dead she told me herself)

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she’s the grumpiest when she’s sleepy

will pretend to still be asleep & act like she can’t hear you if you try to wake her up

not as grumpy when she’s hungry- she’s definitely more of a hangry type

grumpy mari definitely curses everyone and their mother at any minor inconvenience

mari is NOT a morning person 😭

she’s the type to mumble “5 more minutes” if you have to wake her up

mari gets tired and suddenly her vocabulary solely consists of expletives & curse words 😭

loooves spending the weekends sleeping in with you <3 will get upset if you try to start the day while she’s still half asleep >:(

huffs and puffs when she cant get what she wants

ik she has you walking on eggshells when she’s taking a nap 😭 she’s the type to groan and throw a pillow at you if you’re too loud

acts like the literal world is gonna end if you wake her up from a nap like what is her problem wjdjdifjd

makes you promise to get her a slurpee as an apology for disturbing her beauty sleep :(

will dramatically sigh and put a pillow over her face if she thinks you’re being noisy just to annoy you (mind you— doing all that is what’s keeping her up, not you milling around) (she doesn’t care because she likes teasing you more than she likes her beauty sleep)

usually you just leave her alone & let her sleep

but sometimes you turn into yappatron3000 you can’t help it !!!

one time she actually threw a pillow at you to shut you up

rolls her eyes and crosses her arms a lot. pair that with a pout and the earlier mentioned huffing and puffing, you’ve got a signature grumpy mari right in front of you

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grumpy/annoyed mari ibarra you are so dear to me <3

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jealous!mari headcanons

mari ibarra x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw towards the end, majority is fluff, established relationship (mostly)

sfw

mari really wanted to be on the same team as you for capture the bone but nat wanted all the couples on different teams

was smug as hellll when she helped her team win by being the decoy, but you couldn’t stop teasing her about how annoyed and mopey she would’ve been if she’d lost

she denies that that would’ve happened, saying she’s not competitive, but you both know that’s not true

says random things to make you blush, loves whispering in your ear

“you know, it would’ve been so much better if you were the one on top of me during the game”

“don’t you wanna help me celebrate? it’s a bit rude not to congratulate the winner…”

i like to imagine that when she made the remark about cabin guy to lottie it was to impress akilah because mari was so loser lesbian with it & i feel like she’d be like that around you before you started dating 😭 like girl be calm

SET on sleeping in the same hut together, regardless of its size. usually you sleep in hers but if you ever end up going back to yours at the end of the night, she’ll eventually crawl in to join you with a cute frown on her face

“you don’t wanna sleep with me?” (you always want to)

“can i… sleep here then?” (of course she can)

she also “accidentally” puts extra hoodies and blankets on your side of the makeshift bed so you can sleep better 🤲

sometimes her jealousy shows more as being upset, but she’ll always try to mask it with her witty remarks

but deep inside she’s just a big softie who doesn’t understand why you don’t want to be with her 24 hours a day 😔😔😔 (you do, it’s just not realistically possible)

she’s a BIGGG pouter when she’s upset. you tease her? she pouts. you go a few hours without seeing her during the day? she’s pouting the second you get back

mari’s jealousy comes out more when shauna is around you, especially because it seems to her that shauna continues to spend time with you solely to piss her off

one time you were assigned to help shauna prepare dinner and mari nearly turned red in the face watching the smirk grow on shauna’s face

nsfw

to me mari is a switch so the way she reacts to jealousy intimacy-wise would depend on the situation

if it was because of shauna or another perceived wrong, she’s much more dominant and controlling

if it was because you weren’t spending enough time with her lately or something smaller like that, she’d be more soft and just want you to “prove” to her that she’s the only one for you (ofc she already knows that)

she prefers for you to go down on her in those softer moments, but when her jealousy is gearing towards anger, she likes taking you with her fingers

she’s much more secure in the relationship than it may seem; regardless of her “anger” when it comes to moments of jealousy, she knows you wouldn’t ever cheat or do anything to hurt her

she could never tell you that, of course. she’s a badass!! a nonchalant, very confident badass who definitely doesn’t think about you every second of the day

ik this is supposed to be a nsfw section but for some reason i don’t feel like mari would be the type to start hooking up during a moment of jealousy ykwim 🤨 i feel like she’s more the type to storm off and sulk until you notice

DOES jump your bones once she’s over it tho. like you do still have “jealous” sex but usually by that point you’ve worked it out

she’s still possessive at heart though so she will be leaving marks all over for shauna to see

and you don’t even care :)

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cw (18+) : soft dom!tashi duncan, oral

⟢ when tashi goes down on you, she hooks her arms underneath your thighs and pulls herself as close to your sex as she can possibly be. she mouths at your wetness and smushes her face into your folds, making sure she’s fluttering her tongue in the way she knows you love.

when you come, she squeezes your legs in her pretty hands and moans into your core—long, low, desperate sounds to let you know that you’re not going anywhere, that she’s got you right where she wants you. she swallows down everything your body releases into her expectant mouth; she drinks you in like you’re the first taste of sweetness she’s ever had. kisses your stomach afterwards and laughs dazedly as she crawls up your body. you’re dripping all over her chin. you’ve drenched her.

“want a taste?” she murmurs, her voice still sticky and hungry, “you taste so fucking good..”

she kisses you. she licks into your mouth, letting the remnants of your orgasm coat your own tastebuds. her hand wanders down to massage your shaking hip, steadying you and comforting you while she prepares to start using her fingers..

“be good for me, okay?” she bites at your lower lip, relishing in the ragged whine it pulls from your chest, “i won’t stop until you’re begging for me to let up.. i’m gonna take such good care of you, i promise.. you’re all mine..”

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rip jackie taylor and mari ibarra they hate to see a bad bitch living

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wasnt gonna drink tn but i miss mari ibarra like a mf

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Alexa Barajas as Mari Ibarra YELLOWJACKETS 🐝 Season 3

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Yellowjackets (2021-). Them's The Brakes.