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Shes alive and we're married btw if you couldnt tell
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Taissa Turner as: The Rhythm Guitarist
2/6 of Yellowjackets as band members AU
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Van Palmer as: The Drummer
3/6 of Yellowjackets as band members AU
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PLEASE start writing for this woman more. i’m literally shaking, i need her so bad 😭
rest in peace fine shyt 💔
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THEY GOT HER ASS NOOOOO 💔💔💔💔
HER LITTLE PIC NOO 💔😭😭😭
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oh and happy pride to this diva!
she only had like five minutes of screen time but very quickly became one of my favourite side characters in the show
(also trans rep is important now more than ever)
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"Distractions in the Pines" | Taissa Turner
The forest was quieter than usual—just the wind weaving through the pines and the occasional crunch of branches under your boots. You and Taissa had been sent to collect wood, a task that should’ve taken an hour max, but neither of you was in a hurry.
You glanced over your shoulder at her for maybe the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
She was staring again.
“Eyes up, Turner,” you smirked, tugging your top slightly lower as you bent to pick up a stick. “You’re supposed to be helping, not gawking.”
Taissa’s jaw clenched as she looked away, pretending to focus on the trees ahead.
“You’re the one wearing that tiny top like we’re not in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly,” you said, stepping closer to her and tilting your head. “No one around to watch... just you. And me.”
Taissa stopped walking. Her dark eyes dropped to your chest again before she forced them back up to your face. “You’re evil,” she muttered.
You gave her a slow, teasing smile. “You’re the one losing focus, babe.”
She dropped the wood in her hands and took two quick steps toward you, gripping your waist suddenly and backing you against the nearest tree.
“Oh yeah?” she said low, voice thick. “Still think I’m the one losing focus?”
You gasped softly as the bark touched your back. Her hands slid firmly around your hips, her fingers digging into your sides just enough to make you feel breathless. “What are you doing?” you whispered, your lips brushing hers.
“Shutting you up,” she said, and then her mouth was on yours.
The kiss was rough from the start—hungry. You melted into her, wrapping your arms around her neck and tugging at her curls.
Taissa groaned against your lips and pushed harder, pressing your body into the tree, one hand gripping your waist while the other slid up to tangle in your hair.
She bit your bottom lip gently, then soothed it with her tongue. “You’ve been teasing me all morning,” she breathed against your mouth.
“I know,” you whispered, your voice smug.
“And you love it.”
She kissed down your jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin under your ear. “I hate how much I love it,” she muttered, lips hot against your neck.
Your nails dug into her shoulders as she kissed lower, right above your collarbone.
“You’re obsessed,” you teased, gasping when she tugged your hair lightly to expose more of your neck.
Taissa looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
You smiled breathlessly. “Good.”
She laughed softly, resting her forehead
against yours. “We’re supposed to be collecting firewood.”
You hummed, wrapping your leg around her hip to keep her close. “We are. We’re just... multitasking.”
She chuckled again, but her lips stayed close.
“We should stop.”
“Should we?”
Taissa kissed you again, slower this time.
“No.”
You tangled your fingers in her curls again and kissed her deeper, tilting your head as her hands slid up under your top, just resting on your waist, her thumbs stroking slowly.
“We’re so screwed if someone finds us out here,” she said between kisses.
“Let them,” you whispered. “Maybe they’ll learn something.”
That made her laugh—loud, joyful, wild—and then she kissed you again like she couldn’t help herself. You both stayed pressed against the tree, lips swollen, hair a mess, hands wandering lazily as you tried to pull yourselves apart… and failed every time.
“Okay,” Taissa said eventually, slightly breathless. “Five more minutes. Then we actually get the wood.”
“Deal,” you said, but made no move to let her go.
Her lips curved against yours. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re obsessed.”
She just kissed you again.
Five minutes turned into ten.
Maybe fifteen.
Taissa eventually pulled away from the tree, but only after one more kiss… and then another. Her hand lingered at your waist, thumb brushing just under the edge of your top like she didn’t want to stop touching you.
You bent down slowly to grab a branch, knowing full well her eyes were glued to you again.
“Seriously?” she groaned behind you. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re doing that?”
You turned your head over your shoulder, smirking. “Doing what?”
“You know exactly what.”
You held up the branch like it was some kind of trophy. “Look, I’m doing my job.”
“You’re bending over like a damn temptress in a crop top,” she muttered, clearly exasperated.
You stood and turned to her, holding the branch against your shoulder. “Well, maybe
you shouldn’t look.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she said, stepping closer again. “Because if I don’t look, I might do something worse.”
You tilted your chin up at her, that playful spark returning to your eyes. “Worse? Like what?”
Taissa’s hand was on your hip again, firm and possessive. She leaned in, whispering right against your lips. “Like take you right here against that tree again and make sure you can’t even stand after.”
You bit your lip, throat suddenly tight. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.”
You kissed her hard—fast and needy—your fingers fisting in her shirt this time as she growled into your mouth. She turned you, quick, fluid, pinning herself to the tree now and pulling you against her.
Your hands slid up under her shirt, palms flat against her stomach, and she hissed between her teeth. “Jesus, you’re warm,” she muttered.
You licked a slow stripe up her neck before whispering, “Wait ‘til we get back to the cabin.”
She shut her eyes and breathed hard, fists tightening in the back of your top. “You're not playing fair.”
“You're the one who brought me out here, babe,” you said sweetly. “You could’ve gone with literally anyone else.”
“I wanted to go with you.”
“Because you missed me? Or because you like the view?” you asked, tugging gently on her waistband with a grin.
Taissa looked down at you, chest rising fast.
“Both. You already know that.”
You let your hands trail down her sides, slow and soft. “Then maybe we should stop pretending we’re gonna finish this task.”
Taissa sighed dramatically, glancing around.
“Okay. One more kiss. Then we move.”
You gave her an innocent look. “One?”
“One.”
You kissed her again, slow and deep, and her hands came up to hold your face like she never wanted to stop. When you finally pulled back—barely—your breaths mingled, lips just grazing.
“That wasn’t one,” she said, breathless.
“I know,” you whispered.
She grabbed your waist and pulled you into her again, this time grinning. “We’re not getting anything done today, are we?”
“Nope,” you said, smiling into her lips.
She laughed and let her forehead rest against yours. “Screw it. Let’s pretend we got lost and just stay out here a little longer.”
“Perfect. More time to torture you.”
She groaned playfully. “I’m so in love with a menace.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“Unfortunately, you’re right.”
You both eventually managed to collect a small pile—after about twenty more stops for “accidental” touches, stolen kisses, and full-body presses against trees. Every time you reached for a log, Taissa’s hand would slide over yours. Every time she leaned over, her body brushed yours on purpose.
“Remind me what we’re supposed to be doing again?” she asked as you both awkwardly balanced a few logs between you.
“Something about firewood. Survival. Blah blah.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” she said.
You leaned in close, brushing your lips against her ear. “Not yet.”
Taissa nearly dropped her whole bundle.
“You’re evil,” she said again.
“Still obsessed?”
She nodded slowly, staring at you. “Yeah. Pathetically.”
You gave her the sweetest smile you could manage. “Good.”
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