#jackie taylor oneshot

[ultrone]

⋆ ★ 🪩 ꒰ NEVER TEAR US APART ꒱ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

adaptation of cal and derek’s story from euphoria. . . aged up characters. . . 3.8k+ wc ⌗ ↺ part two

🎧 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 never tear us apart by inxs ⋆ drink before the war by sinéad o'connor

when jackie was a freshmen in university…

📞

“morning, dingleberry,” she said playfully over the phone. “no, i’m gonna kick your ass,” she replied as she walked around her room, getting ready for the day. “yeah, well… put your bra and panties on,” she chuckled, “okay… i’ll be there in 10.”

she spent every day with her best friend, y/n.

she got into her car, inserted an INXS cassette into the music player, and drove off towards your house with "mystify" playing in the background. she had finally gotten her license, after shauna had taught her how to drive for weeks. jackie was more of a passenger princess, but how could she pick you up from school every morning if she couldn't drive? she had no other choice.

the moment she arrived at your house, you were already outside, sprinting towards her and leaping into the passenger seat of her roofless white jeep, not even bothering to open the car door. you playfully poked her side to greet her as she began driving.

⚽

the whistle blew, signaling the start of practice.

"let's go! work it! work it!" coach martinez yelled from the sideline as he watched you and your teammates engage in some tic-tac-toe warm-ups.

"come on, girls! let's go! work hard!" exclaimed coach ben right after, ensuring that all of you were giving your best effort.

immediately after completing the warm-up, coach ben had you engage in a 7v7 scrimmage to focus on team play. jackie and you exchanged quick glances and smiles with your boyfriends, jeff and randy, respectively, who were sitting on the benches, eagerly watching you play while waiting for their own football practice to begin.

"you motherfucker!" taissa taunted with a mischievous grin as you swiftly stole the ball from her.

"let's go, y/n!" you heard lottie scream as you charged towards the net with all your strength, striking the ball and successfully scoring a goal. the match concluded with three long whistles, signifying the end, and your team emerged victorious.

"good work, l/n," jackie said with a big grin as she approached you, wearily resting her arm around your shoulders, while you grabbed it with your hand and interlocked your fingers, walking back into the locker room together. both of you waving goodbye to jeff and randy from afar.

both of you quickly and quietly showered, standing side by side, before heading back towards the locker area wearing only your bras and panties to change. with your towel draped over your right shoulder, you exchanged nods and smiles with your teammates who were scattered around, also preparing to leave.

upon reaching your locker, you found yourself unintentionally fixated on jackie's breasts. her push-up bra perfectly accentuated and lifted them as she bent down to put on a pair of jean shorts. unbeknownst to you, her eyes met your lingering gaze, leaving you flustered, yet you didn't break eye contact.

"you wanna get a milkshake?" she asked casually as she buttoned up her shorts, snapping you out of your daze. you turned to retrieve your clothes from your tightly-packed bag, which was snugly stowed inside your locker.

🥤

the best part about your relationship with jackie, was that you could talk for hours about sports, boys, life, whatever—it didn't matter.

"you know what the color of your milkshake reminds me of?" jackie asked with a grin, taking a sip of her strawberry milkshake.

you raised your eyebrows, indicating for her to continue speaking, as you were too preoccupied enjoying the whipped cream of your own milkshake, using your straw as a makeshift spoon.

"it reminds me of alyssa bender's vomit," jackie continued, "when she drank rum and gummy bears at the freshmen homecoming and threw up during 'pump up the jam,' and then—"

"randy slipped," both of you said simultaneously, bursting into laughter. "but ew! why would you bring that up while we're eating?" you complained, making a disgusted face as you playfully nudged her side, suddenly finding your once delicious milkshake less appetizing.

or you could just sit in silence, you were that close... that comfortable.

and it was in those quiet moments that, just as you found yourself captivated by jackie's breasts in the locker room earlier that day, she would subtly direct her gaze towards you as well. she would steal lingering glances at you while driving the both of you back to her house, often catching herself staring at your soft legs when the traffic lights turned red, admiring how good they looked in those tight shorts you always wore. she would gulp softly, redirecting her gaze back to the road to compose herself, but her eyes would always find their way back to you, as if drawn together by some magnetic force. she noticed the way you gently massaged your upper thigh, trying to relieve the soreness from the earlier workout, and how—

"you can go," you interrupted her thoughts.

"what?" she asked confused, meeting your gaze. in response, you tilted your head towards the green light, licking your lip with a smirk.

"oh," she replied sheepishly, quickly shifting her hand to the gear stick and continuing the drive.

💌 — — flashback.

jackie met jeff in her senior year of highschool.

he was way more forward than any boy she had met before, constantly wanting to get in her pants. and yeah—sometimes while he was driving her around, she'd let him slid his hand up her thigh a little more than he should. and even though she wasn't always comfortable, she was grateful that he was pushing her boundaries.

"oh, fuck—" a moan of pleasure escaped her lips as jeff inserted two fingers into her, stroking her spot to perfection.

she couldn't wait to tell you.

"and then he unbuttoned my jeans, and, like, just went for it," she explained excitedly. the two of you were lying side by side on her bed, both facing downwards.

"wow..." you said, intrigued. "was it good?" you asked curiously.

"i mean, yeah," she replied with a chuckle.

"and, like… could he, like, i mean, uh, did he, like, uh, make you cum?" you asked amused, filled with curiosity.

“yeah,” she responded, laughing.

“oh, nice,” you replied, joining in her laughter.

"he cleaned me up and everything," jackie said with a grin.

"wow..." you replied, taken aback. "so, i mean, he's a keeper?" you asked her, raising your eyebrows as you glanced at her.

"ah... yeah, yeah, yeah," she replied, as if trying to reassure herself. "i guess so."

both of you locked eyes for a few moments until jackie's dad abruptly swung open the door without even knocking. he stood there, gripping the doorknob with a serious expression, silently observing both of you before speaking up.

"y/n, hit the road," he commanded, pointing towards the hallway.

"uh, yeah," you responded awkwardly, giving jackie a gentle rub on the shoulder as you stood up. "i'll see you at practice," you said nonchalantly.

"yep," jackie replied, giving you a small wave without lifting her gaze to meet yours.

"have a good night, mr. taylor," you said as you uncomfortably exited jackie's room, feeling her dad's gaze fixed on you with a deadpan expression.

a few seconds after you left the room, he began to speak to jackie.

"get up," he commanded her.

"i will," she responded, maintaining her position on the bed while staring at him.

"right now," he warned.

"i don't feel well," she said, continuing to stare at him as she started fidgeting with her hands.

"you were fine when i walked in," he shot back.

jackie remained silent, locking her gaze with his until he finished speaking. she lowered her eyes afterwards.

"dinner's on the table," he announced before walking out of her room, keeping his gaze fixed on her until he left completely, leaving the door open.

jackie furrowed her brows, lowering her face and resting it against her interlocked hands, letting out a heavy sigh. "oh, fuck," she whispered, her voice filled with frustration, as she rubbed her forehead in a stressed manner.

a few minutes later, she got up from her bed and made her way downstairs, heading towards the dinner table. she took a seat right in front of her parents and began eating.

silence enveloped the room, with the clattering of cutlery echoing against the walls. eventually, jackie broke the silence.

"so," she started, capturing everyone's attention as they turned to look at her. "i met a boy…"

and so did you.

jackie swung her front door open, welcoming both randy and you with a big smile, both of you arriving with beers in hand.

"hey! come on in!" jackie exclaimed.

randy greeted her and swiftly made his way inside, heading straight towards jeff and exchanging greetings. meanwhile, you lingered at the front door and enveloped jackie in a tight hug.

the music blared through the speakers, filling the empty house as the four of you drank and enjoyed each other's company. it didn't take long for the atmosphere to become more heated, and without hesitation, the four of you shamelessly began making out. randy and jeff sat on adjacent living room sofa chairs, while you and jackie found yourselves sitting on their laps, passionately kissing your respective partners. in your intoxicated state, the strangeness of the situation didn't cross your minds at all. unbeknownst to the boys, jackie and you exchanged lingering glances while making out with them, occasionally making eye contact or stealing glances while randy kissed your neck and jeff was engrossed in kissing jackie—and viceversa.

"i just got a brainstorm," jackie exclaimed, abruptly standing up from jeff's lap and swiftly removing her shorts and top.

"what are you doin'?" you asked curiously, pausing your make-out session with randy.

"oh my god, jackie," jeff chuckled, clearly amused, as he looked at his girlfriend standing there in nothing but her underwear.

"let's go for a swim," she declared, dashing out of the living room and excitedly making her way through the sliding glass door, heading towards her pool with a beer in hand.

"yeah! let's do it!" randy exclaimed from beneath you, swiftly removing his shirt as you began to disentangle yourself from him.

"should we do it?" you asked hesitantly, sporting a sheepish smirk.

"come on! come on!" randy urged, standing in just his boxers. he ran out behind jeff, who was already heading out completely naked—yes, completely naked. i mean, he's jeff. what else could we expect from him?

by the time all of you made it outside, jackie was already swimming in the pool. jeff took the lead, running and performing a bomb dive into the water as he laughed. randy and you followed suit, jumping in right after.

the next hour was filled with playful splashing, laughter echoing around as you played chicken fights and engaged in water-based games. but as exhaustion set in, both randy and you decided to get out of the pool. you settled onto the patio sling chairs next to a cozy bonfire, lighting up cigarettes and covering yourselves with some towels to keep you warm.

meanwhile, jackie and jeff sprinted straight into jackie's room, their minds set on their own private plans.

"have fun, big boy," randy teased, following them with the eyes.

"have fun, guys," you chimed in at the same time.

jackie and jeff kissed fervently, she was straddling him as they both kissed and touched each other. it was the first time for them both, so their movements were clumsy but passionate. she wasn't wet enough, though, so she proceeded to spit onto her hand and started rubbing jeff’s cock with it for lubrication.

"jackie, what are you doing?" jeff asked in confusion. all he received in response was jackie beginning to slid his cock inside of her.

"hold... hold on," he moaned as he felt jackie's walls tightening around his girth, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure.

"oh, fuck," he grunted as he came inside her within seconds. "oh, i'm so sorry..." he said, embarrassed. jackie couldn't help but laugh. she leaned down and gave him gentle pecks on his face as they both joined in laughter.

and just like that... it became a regular thing.

they would fuck everywhere—yeah, everywhere. the bathroom, their cars, the shower. and jackie would tell him what felt good, until eventually, he got better at it.

the same went for you and randy.

"holy fuck!" you moaned out as you came all over randy's face, your breathing unsteady.

"you like it that much?" he asked, a cocky grin on his face.

"i do," you admitted tiredly, a smirk on your face.

"mind if i do it again?" he asked, teasingly rubbing your thighs.

"please do," you replied eagerly, and he wasted no time diving back in, eliciting moans from you once more.

and you did like it that much. in fact, it was all you could think about.

🥅

"really?" jackie asked, making a grimace in response to your words as she packed her regular clothes into her gym bag and zipped it up.

"i love it," you admitted, a silly smile spreading across your face as you leaned against your locker.

"yeah, i don't know," she began, "i like men, but... you couldn't pay me to let jeff eat me out," she asserted with a deadpan expression, walking past you with her bag slung over her shoulder as she headed towards the field.

once again, the two boys sat on the benches, eagerly awaiting the arrival of jackie and you to the field. they were ready to watch you train before their own football practice commenced. however, this time, unlike before, jackie didn't share a smile. instead, she gazed at randy's joyful face with a cold expression, causing him to narrow his eyes in confusion.

a whistle reverberated through the air, signaling the beginning of practice. from the moment it started, jackie displayed an unusually aggressive demeanor. she maintained her deadpan expression, relentlessly chasing after the ball, stealing it from others, and subtly pushing her opponents—not enough to annoy your teammates, but enough for all of you to take notice of her sudden change.

towards the end of the 7v7 scrimmage, she managed to score the winning goal, securing victory for her team against yours. however, just as she was about to score, you attempted to intercept the ball by placing your feet in her path, which ultimately resulted in both of you tripping. as the ball flew into the net, jackie fell on top of you.

"i win, pussy. i win," she whispered aggressively over your breathless form before standing up and heading towards the locker room.

you remained there for a few moments, catching your breath, thoroughly amused by jackie's transformed demeanor. yet, for some reason, you couldn't help but let a smirk spread across your face as you watched her walk away.

🏆

loud cheers and screams echoed throughout the school's parking lot, celebrating the victory of your soccer team at nationals, held right at your own university. jackie repeatedly honked the car horn as you stood up, feeling the wind rushing past in the open-roofed vehicle. with exuberance, you exclaimed, "we won, motherfuckers!" while playfully extending your middle finger towards your cheering teammates, who waved back at both of you as you drove away.

summer had just started, and jackie had planned to return to the same university, while you had made the decision to transfer out of the country once the summer came to an end.

you quickly leaped out of your first-floor window and cautiously made your way through the yard, trying not to disturb your sleeping parents who were likely stirred by the loud barking of the neighbor's dog, which had caught sight of your departure.

jackie insisted you go celebrate… just the two of you.

as you hopped into her car in your customary fashion, you began speaking. "alright, i know a place that will serve us. van told me about it," you informed her, settling into the seat as she started the car. "just go up 27," you instructed, and she began driving.

as jackie sped down the freeway, the sound of lenny kravitz's "it ain't over til it's over" filled the car. suddenly, raindrops started falling against your skin, rapidly intensifying into a heavy downpour.

"woo!" you exclaimed with a beaming smile, raising your hands in the air. both of you burst into laughter, stealing cute glances at each other, unable to contain the joy on your faces. completely drenched, you embraced the rain, knowing you still had a few minutes to go before reaching your destination.

large red neon letters spelling "beer pool dancing" came into view, signaling your arrival at the desired spot. jackie swiftly parked the car, and you both quickly scrambled out, running as fast as you could to seek shelter inside the bar.

"fuckin' shit," you mumbled under your breath as you entered the bar, turning back to look at jackie, who was shaking off the wetness from her hands. you hugged yourself, trying to ward off the cold that had settled in.

jackie glanced around the bar with a puzzled expression, busying herself with the napkins you handed her as she attempted to dry off as much as possible.

"oh, how you doin', man?" you greeted the bartender warmly as he noticed your entrance.

"hey, how are you girls?" he responded with a welcoming smile.

"could we get, uh," you pondered for a moment, "two tequila shots, please?" you requested.

"let's do it," the bartender replied before turning around to retrieve the bottle.

it didn't take long for jackie to realize where the two of you were. as you dried off the ends of your hair with a small towel provided by the bartender, jackie's gaze fixated on a lesbian couple sitting in the corner, their flirtatious exchange evident. she wore a puzzled expression, not yet accustomed to the atmosphere.

"straight down for you girls," the bartender said, handing you the shots. you and jackie thanked him before swiftly downing the tequila.

"can we get two more?" you requested.

"absolutely," the bartender replied.

"actually… can we get four?" you added, and the bartender simply nodded. "thank you," you said.

jackie continued to scan the surroundings with a serious expression, but as the next round of shots arrived, the alcohol began to take effect on the both of you.

you tipsily walked towards the jukebox and inserted a coin, selecting a song that you knew jackie adored. with a sly grin, you pushed the start button, and as "never tear us apart" by INXS began to play, you turned to look at her.

the two of you made your way to the dance floor, exchanging silly smiles as you started jumping around, matching the energy of the first few seconds of the song.

♫ don't ask me, what you know is true,

both you and jackie sang along to the lyrics, pointing at each other when the 'you' part came up. as the song played, you slowly walked in circles, never breaking eye contact.

♫ don't have to tell you, i love your precious heart, i... i was standing, you were there, two words collided,

you continued singing, exaggerating your movements to match the song's lyrics perfectly. all eyes in the bar turned towards you and jackie, captivated by your performance.

♫ and they could never, tear us apart.

drawing closer to each other, your breaths mingling, you abruptly moved apart as the guitar riff of the song began to play. both of you playfully mimicked playing the guitar, exchanging smiles and losing yourselves in the moment, oblivious to everyone else around you.

♫ we could live, for a thousand years, but if i hurt you, i'd make wine from your tears,

the two of you held hands and started dancing together, bodies pressed against each other. you twirled each other around, pulling each other back in. the chemistry between you was undeniable as you moved in sync to the rhythm of the song.

♫ i told you, that we could fly, 'cause we all have wings,

as you continued spinning around, laughter filled the air. but suddenly, the laughter faded into a profound silence as you and jackie held each other even closer, bringing your dance to a halt as you embraced tightly into a hug, slowly swaying in circles. the intensity of your breaths grew as soft smiles graced your faces. jackie held you by the shoulders while you draped your arms around her waist.

♫ but some of us don't know why,

slowly, you separated, maintaining your embrace as you locked eyes without letting go. the soft smiles turned into puzzled expressions as you peered at each other through hooded eyes, resting your foreheads together, feeling each other's tequila-scented breaths intermingling.

♫ i (don't ask me), i was standing (you know it's true)

reluctantly and with hesitation, you subtly rubbed your nose against jackie's, yearning to get even closer but afraid of her reaction. however, jackie seemed unfazed, unbothered by your proximity. with newfound confidence, you both slightly turned your heads to the right, drawing closer to each other's lips, and in that instant, your lips met in a gentle kiss. the surprise of the moment caused you to separate momentarily, staring at each other in equal astonishment.

♫ you were there (worlds collided), two worlds collided (we're shining through)

that was until jackie took hold of your face, pulling you towards her in a single, decisive motion, pressing your lips together in a bruising and passionate kiss. your hands cradled her face as you fervently kissed her back, breaking the kiss after a few moments to look at each other once more. proud smiles adorned your faces, as if you had achieved the greatest of triumphs.

♫ and they could never tear us apart.

as you gazed into jackie's eyes, you noticed her eyebrows furrow and tears welling up. she was looking at you with such love, that you couldn't help but get emotional as well, a tear cascading down your cheek. both of your gazes spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words could never capture. in that moment, you pulled each other into another passionate kiss, one that lasted for hours until exhaustion eventually caught up with both of you.

📞

your slumber was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of your telephone, causing you to groggily reach for it.

"hey," you answered, a sheepish smile lingering on your face as you heard jackie's voice, memories of the previous night flooding your mind. "what's wrong?" you asked, your expression turning to one of concern, "what? are you sure?" your heart sank as you absorbed the news. "are you sure the test is accurate? take another one," you urged anxiously, "three? you took three?" you questioned, feeling perplexed. "what are we gonna do? are you keeping it?" you questioned, your voice trembling. "okay, i'll be there in a minute," you reassured her. "i… i love you too," you said softly before ending the call, tears streaming down your face.

that was the last time you ever saw jackie taylor.

[foamangel]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ eyeshadow | jackie taylor

— word count: 1.1k

summary: You and Jackie pre-game and get ready before a party, new experiences take place.

⤷ jackie taylor x reader

a.n: my first fic on this site! this one is sortaaaa angsty. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))

warnings ! - some very ignorant comments about being gay but Jackie and reader are just in gay denial lol.

“You have got to do pink lipstick – and then layer with some sort of shimmering lipgloss.” Jackie mumbled, her breath hitting your face while she plucked your eyebrows with alarming precision.

The music was lulling softly out of the speakers of her old radio, a pop tune by an artist you couldn’t quite identify despite the name being at the tip of your tongue and the room was warm, embedded in soft golden lighting and smelling like the vanilla and apple caramel candles that Jackie had lit.

You frowned at Jackie’s words, moving your head slightly out of her grasp - her hands followed, cupping your cheeks and smoshing them together.

“C’mon do not give me that pouty face! Tonight might be the night, aren’t you excited?” - she exclaimed, getting back to her proficient (albeit painful) work.

“I guess,” you replied “it’s just that… I mean, I’m nervous that’s all - what if like, I do something wrong?” the last words were whispered leaving your mouth with uncertainty.

“Whatever could you do wrong? You are a pretty girl and any guy would be very lucky to kiss you – there is no “wrong”, – she stepped away, making air quotes with her fingers – in this kind of thing, it’s very natural and trust me, by what Jeff said the guy isn’t even all that experienced, he will probably just leave the party feeling pretty lucky to have kissed a cute girl and brag about it to his friends for like, a week, and that’s it.”

“Jesus, I don’t want him to talk to his friends! Probably gonna tell them how I can’t french kiss and make disgusting comments – oh man I really don’t feel like doing this.” You groaned felling your face warming up with embarrassment.

Jackie stared at you, her brown eyes twinkling in confusing, “I thought you liked the guy, you were so excited at school, talking about getting you first kiss and all that;” - she breathed in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and continued - “look the entire team is gonna be there and you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything, besides, if you are that desperate, I can show you some stuff.”

“Some stuff?” you inquired, tilting your head, lips parting slightly.

“Yeah, some stuff,” she laughed “I can kiss you, tell you what to do and not do, it won’t even count as a first kiss because were both girls see? So you can still have you first with Jeff’s guy – what has his name again? Andrew? Something with an A for sure…”

She was lost in thought, trying to recall whatever’s name as you stared at her, at her black floral dress, her heart pendent, her rosy cheeks – and soft pink lips.

“Sure, that would be nice,” you ended up saying, snapping her out of her thoughts, her brown eyes melting at your words “besides, it’s what you said, it won’t even count cuz we are both girls, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, pursing her lips. She sat up straight “alright, close your eyes, get ready,” she whispered has you did just that, letting your lashes flutter shut “so, he is probably gonna lean in fast – he is gonna be nervous the first time, so you got to be ready, its crucial for his ego – and brush his lips against yours.”

Jackie closed the gap, your lips touching, ghosting, softly brushing against eachother – then without warning she pressed her lips against yours in a long peck, her gloss sticking on to your mouth.

You could feel her warmth and your hands were hitching to grab her and pull her closer, to tangle themselfs in her auburn hair, destroying the curls she had spent so much time perfecting.

She moved away, frazzled, and got closer to you on the pink duvet cover of the bed, grabbing you by the neck and mumbling lowly, “Now I’m gonna use some tongue,” another mumble “so follow my lead.”

Your lips joined, once more, but now she was moving them, velvety and slow, on instinct (I guess after all kissing was truly natural) you opened your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside meeting yours - both meshing in wanton need.

You could feel her body pressing down on yours so, ever so slowly, you lowered yourself on to the bed, her lips never leaving yours – she has on top of you, holding your cheeks, your legs were tangled together and one of your hands rested on her back, the other in her head.

She pulled back, both of you breathing heavy, her hand brushing through your face and your eyes meeting eachother in an deep understanding you couldn’t quite get – and then she has on you again, her lips, her hands, her heat, her smell, the artificial taste of her lipgloss that you could feel on tip of your tongue along with the brush of her long eyelashes on your cheeks, when she drew in closer.

The two of you did not stop, both in a warm rosy bubble of softness and despair until the honk of Shauna’s car sounded outside, the noise slipping through the window and awakening you out of your drunken stupor.

Quickly and muffled you heard the steps of Mr. Taylor on the first flight of the stairs calling for you and Jackie to get down – the room has cold now, evolved in blue light and the smell of the candles has beginning to be too much; breathing heavily Jackie rolled of the top of you, you watched her has she got up, shaking her curls, now messy with hairs standing up, and breathed in a laugh.

“Oh my God, we haven’t even finish your makeup.” she seemed frazzled looking around her room for something, anything “Shauna is here so early! Jesus, what time even his it?” turning around she grabbed her dainty alarm clock, checking the time.

“10:38? Ok, I can work with that, I’m gonna tell Shauna to come up, there’s is still time to fix your hair and do the eyeshadow.” she steeped closer passing her hands through your head – they were shaking, you tried to catch her eyes but she turned grabbing her jacket and heading for the bedroom door.

“I’m gonna go downstairs,” her hand was curled tightly around the doorknob and she gave you a tilted smile “please curl your lashes and start painting you nails, that way it’s going to be much quicker, and we can get there on time.”

With that she left, leaving you on the bed, watching the shadows of the room and staring at the snuffed-out candles, burnt all the way out.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Jackie Taylor Masterlist

none yet!

[sawyerconfort]

the yellowjackets when you wear their shirts would include...

Hi, I promised I would come back and I just disappeared, I'm really sorry! As I mentioned before, my computer has been having huge problems, and I've tried to fix it before, but it looks like I'm going to have to format it after all.

In the meantime, I've got a laptop abandoned at home and I'm trying to write on it. Half the delay was because I was trying to adjust to the new method and the other half because I really had no idea for these requests and giving you shitty stuff would not be fair at all.

Ok, so here we go, probably for a wave of headcannons with other fandoms (AHS fans, I promise I'll answer all of your asks, don't worry!

Enjoy!

Requests will be a little closed for a while just until I get my act together! Sorry for the delay and closing!

If you can also let me know in the replies if you want more prompts and headcannons with the yellowjackets, I would appreciate it! And let me know if you want me to include Travis or\and Coach Ben on it too...

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Jackie Taylor

I don't think Jackie would make a fuzz about it. Alright, she would probably be surprised on the first day. But because she's supposedly the most popular girl in school, she's even happy that you're being influenced by her style, after all, that's what popular girls are for, right?

It will also depend a lot on your relationship. If you are friends, for example, Jackie will insist on letting you take some clothes that no longer fit her. And if you're dating, she'll make sure to tease you as much as she can until you express the reaction that pleases her the most.

"You look beautiful, (Y\N), my style really suits you, like I always said."

Shauna Shipman

Shauna wouldn't mind too much about you wearing her clothes either, but unlike Jackie, I think she'd be pretty insecure about commenting on it, kind of afraid that it would make you stop wearing it, and also, of course, due to her internal issues with herself.

But Shauna would find it incredibly adorable, though, and would give you some signs that she liked the offbeat idea, her way. This includes not-so-subtle glances while you're wearing the fabric, or some clothes, which are her favorites as well, laid out on the bed when you come to visit… Little details that let you know that Shauna isn't bothered at all therefore.

I mean, unless it's her flannels, these inseparable fucking flannels… Those no one can take, not even a significant other.

"Uh… You look cute, (Y\N), in my outfit… I like it."

Natalie Scatorccio

I don't think Natalie would mind you wearing her clothes. In fact, I think it would be a good opportunity for her to take advantage of this and tease you as much as she can. She will do anything to make you self-conscious and blush, but not in a bad way. Like, that's just her love language.

And, let's face it, Natalie is needy enough not to let her scent wash off her clothes when you take them off. On nights when she needs to sleep alone, if you're dating, she'll purposefully grab one of her pieces of clothing and smell in the scent to keep you close.

"Hey, sweetie, lookin' pretty, huh? Is this outfit mine by any chance?"

Taissa Turner

I'm a hundred percent sure that Tai would be one of those people who abominate clichés, unless she's doing it herself. So, at first, this idea of sharing clothes with her significant other is something she would find completely silly. The first time, she would just kindly tell you to stop it, in a way that doesn't hurt your feelings (I love a soft-hearted Tai, don't judge me!).

But then, as time goes on, I'm also one hundred percent sure that Tai would buy clothes in her style that exclusively fit you. It's kind of her guilty pleasure, since spoiling you is one of her most practiced love languages. And well, considering the tantrum she threw the first few times, how much you've evolved is impressive.

"Okay honey, which one do you want to wear today?"

Lottie Matthews

Okay, get ready for the biggest love bomb you've ever received in your life. Lottie would be completely adorable about your wearing her clothes, and not only would she not mind at all, she would make a point of convincing you that you are one of the lost paintings by one of the famous artists of past centuries, or something like that.

In fact, it's kind of a headcannon on my part that Lottie doesn't have her own style and that she's always looking for something that makes her belong somewhere (some clothes in her teens she wore because of her mother's influence, just because it would please her, you know? )

So, seeing you wearing the dresses that she finds extremely over the top, or the blouses that have too much detail and too little simplicity, is like one of the greatest achievements of her life, if not the greatest. I don't think Lottie ever liked that flashy style more than when you started stealing it from her.

"Wow, wow, wait a minute! Wow, (Y\N), I think you wearing this made me a hundred times more in love with you! Wear it more, babe. You can wear my clothes as much as you like."

Van Palmer

(Okay, since Liv identifies as they\them, I'm going to change the pronouns for this one, hope you don't mind!)

Van and Natalie would have the same approach when it comes to stealing their clothes. But, I think, as an honest opinion, Van would turn this more into a flirting game than anything else. They are simply obsessed (it reads turned on) when you wear something of theirs.

And of course, this opens the door for some good teasing that will inevitably end in making out. Like, how would you handle it, with Van looking you up and down and smirking with that smile you're completely drawn to every time? It's almost impossible for nothing to happen.

I'm also pretty sure that if you were dating, they wouldn't let you have only your clothes in your closet or in your bags. There would always have to be three or more pieces of them that you could use as much or as little as you wanted.

"Wow! Watch out, everyone! There's an extremely hot living being crossing the room, and look what a coincidence, they're wearing my clothes!"

Misty Quigley

Misty would probably have the best reaction ever. Then she, who was always ridiculed for her attitudes and style, having someone who was able to wear her clothes as if they were completely ordinary. Are you kidding? You'll practically make her day if you do something like that!

Obviously, she would be embarrassed and reluctant to ask you the first time why you were doing it, but Misty Quigley has two sides to the coin, and one of them being the impulsive side, I think that would be the one that would beat her to the courage. And your response of the type "because I love your style" would simply keep her up all night.

By the next morning, her entire circle of potential friends would have known about it…

"OH MY GOD! Are these… are these my clothes? Okay, now you really need to let me do your makeup, (Y\N)!"

Laura Lee

(Same thing as Liv\Van, but I don't really know if Laura Lee would use neutral pronuns... It's all because of Jane Widdop, our baby!)

Laura Lee would be pretty surprised if you showed up wearing their clothes, and honestly, I don't think there would be any malice on their part when you did. More than a possible sign that they could be more than friends to you, this would mean that you could, above all, be friends.

They would find it extremely sweet, actually, the effort and dedication you put into choosing an item of clothing that they loved, but was also comfortable for you. In short, Laura Lee would just adore you even more, if that were even possible!

"Oh! Oh! I can't believe it! You look beautiful wearing this, (Y\N). In God's eyes and mine mostly."

[fromabasementonthehilll]

A Cold Kiss For Warmth

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: you unknowingly saved Jackie ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎from her own death.

Pairing: jackie taylor x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

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"I'm not jealous of you, Jackie. I feel sorry for you." Shauna spat, her words had bled out of her mouth and into Jackie like a sharp blade.

"And I'm sure everyone back home is so sad to be losing their perfect little princess," Shauna's breath hitched slightly, "but they'll never know how tragic, boring and insecure you really are," Jackie's lips trembled beneath Shauna's sentences, eyes wide and hurt - tears gradually piling upon her face, "or how high school was the best your life was ever gonna get."

"Fuck you." Jackie's words were almost silent, disintegrating into her tears.

You watched, alongside everyone else who had been settled around the fire warmed cabin. It wasn't for you to intervene; or for anyone else to intervene, you had never seen Jackie and Shauna fight - let alone with so much spite, and you figured it was best to leave them alone, though your heart felt for Jackie, Shauna's accusations were visibly going too far.

"I cant be around you - I cant even fucking look at you right now." Jackie didn't have the malice to insult Shauna, you sensed that neither of them really meant what they said, and it had just been the sickening feeling that haunted everyone after the crash, now creeping into their friendship.

It was just last week that you had really gotten close to Jackie, in school you'd usually hang out with the other girls, catching Jackie throwing glances your way in class every now and then. And you could've been caught daydreaming, the way you'd stare longingly at her; the way her hair fell onto her shoulders - how her honey eyes glowed when she looked at you.

"Hey (y/n)." She smiled, a towel around her neck after it had rained during practice. "Oh hi Jackie!" You turned to her after brushing your hair out and handing it back to Lottie.

"I just wanted to say you look really pre-"

"(y/n), hurry up we're gonna be late." Lottie interrupted, "Oh, yeah. Sorry Jackie, I'll see you later."

It was the first time Jackie had the courage to come up to you outside of being lab partners, she was confident most of the time - but when it came to you, she was helpless. You didn't even question your feelings towards Jackie, it just felt like an adoration of some sort, and you were completely oblivious to anything more than 'school friends' being between you two.

And that's how it stayed for a while, longing stares, unsaid words and random study sessions.

Though she'd be there for you when you needed her the most, and you'd be there for her - nothing more than that.

"Well that sounds like your problem, so maybe you should leave." Your mind focused back on the situation at hand, this time watching Jackie more intently, furrowing your eyebrows and clenching your jaw, Shauna's face was ridden in sweat and small tears - her hair in a messy ponytail with strands pinning to her cheek. You looked to the side, watching as everyone lowered their gaze in shame. "Are you fucking crazy Shauna? Nobody's leaving, she'll freeze to death." You stood up, voice quiet yet loud, knowing the chances of people taking your side was slim - but another death out here would cause further, unnecessary chaos. "She'll be fine." Shauna talked to you, yet her gaze was still fixed on Jackie.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." Face painted in disappointment, Jackie scoffed, then averted her look towards you, "I need to take a walk." You followed her, ignoring Shauna's sneer and the confused stares of everyone else, who had seemed to find understanding in your reasoning despite your doubts.

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The door closed, and frost sunk its teeth into your skin, "(y/n), you don't have to come with me, she's right - I'll be fine." Her words blamed themselves, she shook her head at the floor. "It's freezing out here," both of you began walking away from the cabin, where the light stopped its reach, "you shouldn't be alone." Jackie's face stuttered, finally making eye contact with you.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

She smiled in response, drying her tears with her cold-shaken hands. The both of you slid down behind a tree, you brought your knees to your chest; hugging them. "God, how could she, after all that I've done for her." She wrapped her arms around herself. "She doesn't deserve you Jackie," your eyes trailed her expression, "it's fucked up, what she said." You said, unreasonably nervous, and reasonably shaky.

"I never even liked Jeff that much, I cant believe I let him ruin our friendship like that."

"You didn't?"

"No," her voice settled slightly, "and Shauna knew I had feelings for someone else, I guess that's why she took it as a pass to go fuck Jeff, so I couldn't hold it against her." Jackie tried her best to make up with Shauna in her head, but everything kept leading to a dead end, "But whatever, I'm just glad you're here."

"You cant be serious, you're asking me to study?" You asked, holding a math paper that said 'C' in the biggest writing imaginable - as if your teacher wanted to rub it in as painfully as possible. "Yeah, I mean you're good at chemistry right?" Jackie said, and it was true - it was one of the only subjects you were naturally good at.

"I guess, sort of?"

"So can I come over?"

"Today?"

"If you don't mind,"

"No, yeah, sure." You smiled, raising your eyebrows and packing your bags before leaving.

You had something planned with Lottie that day, though it was easy to cancel with a 'my parents are making me clean up' excuse. It didn't phase you why you were starting to make excuses not to hang out with your friends, but it was rare to talk to Jackie, and at the time it didn't look like you two were getting closer than that anytime soon.

You bit your lip, opening your mouth to speak before stopping yourself. Jackie looked at you, the cold eating away at the two of you, "Jackie, I need to tell you something." You squinted your eyes, barely seeing Jackie's face as the trees blocked the moonlight and using it to your advantage, calming your nerves. "I like you," you wanted to say more, but it felt like you were trapped, and all you could do was drag your words out while struggling to read her face.

Snow began falling onto your hair and patterning Jackie's nose, "Really?" She chuckled, you stretched your legs out and smiled with your lip hanging out slightly, "you're kidding me right? This entire time?" She asked, scoffing at her own words. "Yeah, I guess I never found the time to tell you." The snow reached your shoes, which you hadn't stopped staring at.

"Neither," You looked at her confused, "I like you too, (y/n)." You were even more confused this time, I mean she didn't like Jeff all that much - but you couldn't have been the one that she wanted instead, right? "I swear, I couldn't have told you, I thought you liked that guy from our chem class, what's his name?" She titled her head, "Matt? Are you fucking kidding me? You thought I liked Matt?" You laughed, knowing he had asked you out on multiple occasions, yet you rejected him every single time. "So? He's cute, I thought you guys were a thing for the longest time." she snickered, leaning her eyebrows as she shifted her body to face you.

Your laughs cleared, the grass had been covered in a thin layer of snow by now, and Jackie's bottom lip hid under her mouth. She watched as the snow caressed your hair, lips, nose and skin - admiring every part of you, especially your (e/c) eyes that harboured a small reflection of the moon. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, (y/n)." She faintly smiled, edging closer to you. Your eyes gazed through your lashes, looking at her in partial doubt, you didn't know how desperately she wanted to tell you that for the longest time.

Wintry hands latched onto your frostbitten cheeks, her fingers grazing your jawline as her pale lips slowly found yours. Her touch was warm, her lips were softening under yours as you caved in deeper - you could almost feel her face regaining its rosy colour. You eased beneath her, your mouth tasting hers.

She pulled away, though still being mere inches from your face, "you're cold, I can feel it." Her hands traced down to your shoulder, "I'll be fine." You whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again, with a greater passion than the first time, she almost instantly leaned back in, with gentle confidence.

After a moment, you let out a small giggle against her mouth before bringing your arms to her shoulders and pushing her away gently, "I think we have to go." You spoke, numbness overtaking your legs and nose, Jackie brushed a few snowflakes off of you, before the both of you got up to get back to the cabin, though could've stayed there until dawn.

[elliewilliamsbitchh]

lottie matthews x reader!

got bored and wrote this :3

“the wilderness wants us together.”

“what?” you ask, your eyes wide. “what do you mean, lottie?” you sighed. she knew you didn’t believe in her messiah shit, you were more into believing science.

everyone was peacefully sleeping around you as you two leaned against the wall, the windows casting the moonlight of lottie, making her look angelic.

“it told me,” she said and lightly grabbed your face, looking into your eyes intensely, entrancing you. “it said we’re supposed to be together, it’s what is meant to be.”

god, she sounded serious! living in the wilderness for months on end had really gotten to her. you thought, shaking your head. “what’s this bullshit, lottie? the wilderness doesn’t want shit.” she said and gestured around. “if you want me you can just say it.” she slowly said. her big brown eyes were staring into you, like she saw your soul. you felt almost compelled to listen, to do what the wilderness says.

“i—“ lottie started, not really knowing what to say. sure, she did want you, but the wilderness had spoken to her. it told her that you were meant for her. “it said it, i swear.” she decided on saying, ignoring what you had said.

you sighed. “lottie, you know i don’t believe in that crap.” you looked away from her, her hands still holding your face. “no, y/n, you need to believe me.” she said and watched your eyes dance away, making her frown. “i do want you,” she started.

“but the wilderness needs it.” she whispered, her grip tightening around your jaw.

you looked back at her, your mouth slightly agap. you know it’s bullshit, you’ve known this.

then why is it so enticing?

it’s like your body was moving for you, like you were a ghost watching over yourself. your eyes moved to her lips and your hands mirrored her actions on your face on hers, cupping her face gently.

you couldn’t think about anything but lottie matthews.

it was like the fucking wilderness had currpted your body when you lunged forward and kissed her.

what the fuck is happening right now?

she kissed you back instantly, leaning down so it was easier for both of you. she kissed you with a passion from deep inside her, buried beneath the rage and sadness. all for you.

she pinned you against the wall, your back against the cold glass of the window.

“you shouldn’t fight this,” she whispered against your lips, brushing your hair out of your face. “we shouldn’t fight this.” her eyes had darkened as she stared down at you. she brushed her hands through your hair, smiling softly. she leaned closer to you, your noses brushing.

you felt conflicted. deep inside, something was making you feel like this was right. meant to be. you felt like you were going insane, being so close to lottie made you feel dizzy.

“i—“ you didn’t know what to say. you looked into lottie’s eyes, feeling calmer the longer you looked at her, the more you touched her. “i understand.”

this is what the wilderness wants.

[kittyvolvox]

a fun oneshot i wrote in a fugue state <3 (pwp so minors dni and check the ao3 tags)

description:

"Okay, you know what? You need to eat," Shauna grunts, primally. It's almost a relief, to see her anger, her violence. This version is easier to hate. The version that's gripping on hard enough to crush, forcing Jackie's hand, forcing the stew down her throat. There's an attempt to move her head away, but Shauna just grabs it with her other hand, making her eat. It's like she's just an animal, one being forced in place. Is this what it'd always been, their friendship? Had she imagined all that laughter and levity? Was this what was behind it all along? Jackie gags, her only defense left, but there's still only one way for it all to go. Inside her. Sliding thickly down her throat like vomit. God fucking damn it. Why won't Shauna just let her go? Let her die? OR doomcoming rolls around, with a few changes: jackie is affected by the stew, she doesn't sleep with travis and instead takes his place. OR it's kind of an orgy but in the way dan has a threesome in gossip girl where he's very obviously only into one of them and the other girl is basically in the background

[marishoodie7]

I want to work on a new Yellowjackets oneshot collection. Every oneshot is based on one of the circles of hell and inspired by a hozier song! I’m gonna publish the first part in this sometime next week, down below you can vote on the sin and song you want me to base it on! Thanks for voting

[calliopes-corner]

an ego thing — jackie taylor

fandom : yellowjackets

pairings : implied jackieshauna

word count : 291

summary : jackie's thoughts after the fight with shauna

warnings : implied thoughts of wanting to die ( ? ) , angst

author's note : i wrote this fairly recently for an rp sample but :33 , i used he / she prns for jax because he is me coded and i use he him. i've always wanted to write something about the fight from jackie's pov and i may write something longer in a bit but here's a short little something for now !!! title is from a jackieshauna coded lizzy mcalpine song

Jackie slams the door of the cabin, blinking back the tears that had been threatening to fall as soon as Shauna had first raised her voice. She tells herself it’s nothing to cry over. It’s fucking stupid that’s what it is. And Jackie refuses to cry over something stupid because crying means it matters. It’s freezing outside- the varsity jacket she’s wearing won’t be enough to keep her warm for long. But he tells himself he doesn’t care. He doesn’t fucking care. 

Soon Shauna will come out to apologize, she’s sure of it. She’ll come out with a worried expression on her face practically begging Jackie to come back inside. “Jax, please…” she’ll whisper, as tears fill her eyes. And all of Jackie’s anger, all her hurt, will all dissipate just like that. The fight, everything, will all be forgotten and she’ll be Shauna’s and Shauna will be hers once more. 

The cold bites at Jackie’s face and hands and she shivers, angrily kicking at the ground. It’s so cold that it’s almost hard to breathe - his lungs ache as he takes a shaky breath. He moves to sit on the hard, nearly frozen ground, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. It’s getting dark she realizes and she prays someone will come out to get her soon before it gets completely dark. She decides that if no one comes to get her by nightfall no one is coming. 

He wonders what will happen to him if he stays outside all night. Could he die out here all alone? If Shauna doesn’t love him anymore maybe that would be alright. No, he reminds himself. He refuses to let himself think like that. She’ll come any minute… 

But now she’s not so sure.

[shipmansflannels]

"who asked first" with the yellowjackets

yay! I'm back! the decision to open a new blog just for yellowjackets wasn't easy at all, but since it's been a year since this obsession has barely gone away and I already had an extremely confusing blog with layouts and the like, I wanted to start over with this one. hope you like it. I'll make a very simple and small prompt first, and then I'll make the masterlist and the oneshots/fanfics. stay tuned! sorry for any grammatical or coherence errors, english is not my first language and I'm trying to improve!

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who asked first with the yellowjackets girls...

jackie taylor.

well, if we're going to be honest here, you definitely asked first.

of course, jackie had already been rehearsing for weeks how he would ask you out. but she's obviously a girlfaillure, so you definitely asked first.

it was probably when she least expected it. it could be at soccer practice, or when you were coming home from school together and you had the audacity to ask her to go out with her to some hypothetical and boring place in the middle of the street… whatever.

all I know is that this little loser was eager for you to ask, and she definitely rolled out the classic, "took you too long…"

shauna shipman.

again, you asked first.

shauna doesn't have the social tact to ask you out (she's just like me), and drunk is even worse, so you actually had to make the first move most of the time.

just like jackie, it could have been when she was at soccer practice, or when she was alone enough to vent to her journal and you were able to get close to her without scaring her. anyway, the thing is, shauna was already secretly expecting this to happen (a lot of her journal pages were about you btw), so it wasn't a surprise either when you asked her out.

despite everything, you didn't have any difficulties on your first date. she's pleasant company, I suppose.

natalie scatorccio.

one of the rare exceptions where she asked first.

okay, don't be fooled, either. natalie is very cocky from time to time, but asking to go out with you is definitely one of the times she tends to weaken. so, kevyn probably dared her to do it and she just took advantage of her cooler personality to use it on you.

but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. in fact, it's kind of a good thing (and probably depressing for her) because she only felt like herself when she asked you. I see in nat a huge tendency to ignore some of her feelings, especially when it comes to people she likes.

the invitation was probably also full of teasing on her part, from body language to the words used for it. and somehow she made it look cool and convinced you to accept it.

things that only natalie scatorccio could do.

lottie matthews.

for some reason, I'm 100% sure you asked first.

I know many of us think of lottie as a completely carefree, liberal and often bitchy enough person to ask someone out on a date. but, if we count the pre-crash, I think she was a very insecure person and uncertain of her feelings, more due to the influence of the pills.

so, as incredible as it sounds, you asked first. it was in an extremely relaxed conversation between you that the invitation ended up unintentionally, and she was visibly panicked when she agreed.

lottie is probably the type of person who has a rehearsed speech in front of the mirror while getting ready, and with her enviable style and expensive clothes (some stolen), she would do anything to make your date the perfect date.

taissa turner.

she asked first.

taissa is confident enough to ask you out, I have no doubt about that. but she definitely spent weeks planning the perfect invitation, just in case everything went wrong and she needed to run (just like what happened when she thought about breaking allie's leg before nationals).

anyway, taissa would certainly ask first and it would be quite a surprise for you. taking into account that, from the moment you accepted, you would discover that van also knew about her friend's ideas, and later that half of the team also knew. it would be a shock because you wouldn't understand tai's intentions at first.

but none of them are necessarily bad. one, is that tai was really excited if you accepted, and her anxiety couldn't stop her from wanting to tell the world. two, because she was overly excited that you had agreed to go out with her, and wanted the world to know it as well.

van palmer.

as much as I would really like to prove otherwise, you asked first.

van has the same problem as lottie, but in her case, it's excessively because of the sarcasm jokes and high charisma. she thinks she's being too much for you and that asking for something like that on this level would end up scaring you away.

in the end, it's totally the opposite, but it's going to take van a long time to figure that out, specifically. the invitation would happen when she least expected it, probably when you were feeling confident enough to pass notes to her during classes.

it's a cute invitation, and one that van would hold in question for a long, long time.

misty quigley.

there would be no other answer. she asked first.

misty has no shame in admitting that she has a crush on you. and of course, to ask you out on a date, this shame decreases even more. she doesn't even care if she will be made fun of by her colleagues, what really matters is that she planned everything for you to accept.

and when I say everything, it really means everything.

from the moment she will slide up to your table and quietly ask if you accept, to the tone of voice she will use to persuade your brain to accept, to the place she will take you hand in hand and then let it slide. … she literally thought of every detail.

and, well, knowing misty quigley's ability to create plans, the whole thing worked out… until you figured it all out and admitted that you liked it even more, much to her surprise.

laura lee.

you asked first, of course. there would be no other answer either.

of course, not ruling out the possibility of laura lee asking first, given her hidden impulsive personality, but, in this case, taking the obviousness into account, you asked, and had to be careful with every line said in the invitation.

of course, it needed to be at a time when you were alone, because you were afraid that pressure from other people would make you feel suffocated. this, of course, did not happen. she thought it was a classic weekend outing, like you guys usually did, until she realized your real intentions.

and, truly, at no point did it make her feel restrained or scared. she was ready to be vulnerable and be herself around you, no matter what.

(but, if you casually ask lottie at some point, she will definitely claim that she saw laura lee rehearsing some speeches and compliments for you in the locker room mirror…)

[ultrone]

I have an idea for a Jackie Taylor x f!reader one-shot

The plane is about to crash and Reader, thinking that she's going to die, confesses her feelings for Jackie. Reader obviously survives and starts ignoring Jackie because of what she confessed. One day Jackie finally snaps, her and Reader have a talk and they confess their feelings for each other

Thanks if you'll write it <3

𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗖 𖤣𖥧 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

wc. 2.7k

n/a. hope u like this <33

You groggily opened your eyes, feeling disturbed by the loud beeping of machines and screams around you. You felt something pressing against your face, and the moment you reached for it, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. The chill that ran through your veins made you open your eyes hastily, taking in the scene before you.

Everyone around you seemed to be either unconscious or screaming in panic. Coach Martinez was helping some of your teammates by putting breathing masks on their faces, trying to ensure their survival. The situation was terrifying… and that’s when it hit you – the plane was about to crash. Everything seemed to slow down, and the seriousness of the situation hit you hard. The turbulence grew stronger, causing overhead compartments to burst open and bags to fall out. The cabin lights flickered on and off, casting creepy shadows on the frightened faces of the passengers. The sound of metal creaking and groaning filled the air, intensifying the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

You turned to your left and saw Jackie, who was unconscious beside you, wearing her mask. Worried, you grabbed her shoulders and began shaking her like crazy, hoping to wake her up. "Jackie! Jackie! Wake up!" you exclaimed, desperately trying to rouse her from her slumber. It felt selfish to wake her up, as being asleep might have been better in this situation. You wished you hadn't woken up to witness this nightmare. But you were scared. You were really fucking scared, and you needed her.

"Y/n? Wha-" Jackie mumbled, gradually regaining her senses. “What the fuck? What the fuck's going on?!” she asked, her voice filled with confusion and fear, looking around at the chaotic scene unfolding around you with wide eyes.

"The plane’s gonna crash, Jackie," you said, your voice trembling with fear. "We're gonna fuckin’ die," you added, tears welling up in your eyes. You gripped her shoulders tightly, seeking some type of comfort.

Jackie sat there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open behind the mask. The cacophony of noises, objects falling, and flickering lights overwhelmed her, and you noticed her breathing becoming fast and shallow. It was a clear sign that she was starting to hyperventilate.

"Jackie," you gently shook her, but her eyes darted around, trying to take in the chaotic scene. "Jackie!" you raised your voice a little, catching her attention. She looked at you with a mixture of hope and despair in her gaze, as if looking for any signs that this was a sick prank.

As you looked out the window, you noticed the trees growing larger with each passing second. The crash was inevitable, and you knew time was running out. Turning back to Jackie, you felt the urgent need to express your feelings, even though the timing was far from ideal. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even process them.

"I don't know if now is the right time to say this," you began, your voice filled with insecurity and desperation as Jackie locked eyes with you. "But I love you, Jackie," you blurted out. "And I don't mean it as just a friend. I mean it in an ‘I’m in love with you’ way. I never imagined it’d come out like this, and I never even considered telling you. But I couldn't bear the thought of dying without confessing my feelings," you rushed, feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

Jackie froze, her complexion as pale as a ghost, whether from the impending crash or the unexpected confession, you couldn't tell. She didn't utter a single word, and panic started to creep in.

Just as she was about to respond, a sudden jolt knocked the breath out of you, and everything faded to black.

It had been two weeks since the crash, and you hadn't uttered a single word to Jackie. Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. You did talk to her a few times, mainly to make sure she was alright right after you woke up from the crash, and maybe a couple of times when you had to work on tasks together. But overall, you were avoiding her. The confession you made still hung in the air between you, unspoken but ever-present. The thought of Jackie knowing your true feelings kept you up at night, wondering if she remembered your confession or not. You felt suffocated by embarrassment, wishing you could disappear or vanish from existence.

Unfortunately for you, Jackie remembered everything. And she hated that you were avoiding her, but she also feared that if she brought it up, you would have to talk about it, and that scared her. She felt the same way, she was in love with you too. But even after your confession, she was afraid that maybe you didn't mean it. What if she only said it because she wasn’t thinking straight? Does she even remember what she said? I mean, duh, she’s ignoring me for a reason… But what if she regrets it and that’s why she’s avoiding me?? Wait… has she even kissed a girl before? What if she said that just because she didn’t wanna die without having her first gay kiss? She would obviously pick me out of all people if she wanted to have her first gay kiss, like, who wouldn’t? But, I mean, it’s not like we were gonna kiss while the plane was crash—

“Ew!” Jackie complained, rubbing her head after Shauna tossed a dirty sock at her.

The two girls were alone, washing some clothes by hand in the lake. Shauna had briefly left to hang up the clean ones, but when she returned, she noticed Jackie's frowning face. Jackie sat on a fallen tree trunk by the lake, going through the motions of the chore without much enthusiasm.

"Jackie, seriously, what's wrong?" Shauna asked, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. “You’ve been quieter than usual lately, and you’re always painfully talkative,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood, though concern still lingered in her voice.

“Wow, thank you, Shipman,” Jackie chuckled, but her smile quickly faded as she fell back into her thoughts, vigorously scrubbing Lottie's shirt with the soap.

"This is about Y/n, isn't it?" Shauna asked, taking a seat beside Jackie.

Jackie abruptly stopped, "What? No," she replied defensively, sounding almost offended.

Shauna stared at her with a serious expression, clearly not buying it.

Jackie rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Ugh, fine," she conceded. "Yeah, it's about Y/n," she admitted, avoiding Shauna's gaze.

"I knew it," Shauna replied, her curiosity piqued. "So, what's going on between you two? Did you have a fight or something?"

"No, not at all," Jackie responded, visibly nervous. "It's just that..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "There's something I need to tell you, Shauna," she finally managed to say.

"What is it?" Shauna asked, furrowing her eyebrows, sensing Jackie's unease.

Jackie shifted uncomfortably and looked away, as if feeling embarrassed about what she was about to say. "I like girls," she mumbled so softly that Shauna didn't catch it clearly.

"What?" Shauna asked, feeling confused.

This time, Jackie turned to face her directly. "I like girls," she repeated, speaking a bit louder to ensure Shauna heard her.

Shauna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly caught off guard by Jackie's confession. "Oh, wow…" she uttered, taking a moment to process Jackie's words, who looked at her with a vulnerable expression, awaiting her response. “Jesus, Jackie. I mean, it's okay if you feel that way, I just never saw it coming," she said, trying to wrap her head around the situation.

“Well, there you have it,” Jackie replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"But what about Jeff? Didn't he say 'I love you' the day before we left?" Shauna inquired.

"Yeah, but I didn't say it back," Jackie admitted, pausing for a moment. "Because-," she began, but Shauna interjected, already anticipating her answer. "Because you're in love with Y/n," Shauna finished her sentence.

Jackie remained silent, but her lack of response was enough for Shauna to confirm her suspicions.

"She confessed to me right before the plane crashed," Jackie revealed, causing Shauna's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise once again. "She thought we were going to die, so she told me that she was in love with me," Jackie explained. "Unfortunately for her, we didn't die," she chuckled. "But ever since we got here, she's been avoiding me."

Shauna chuckled in response. "She must be so embarrassed," she remarked, imagining the level of embarrassment you must be feeling. Confessing your feelings to your crush in such a situation and then turning out to be part of the small percentage of people who survived—it was like having the worst luck imaginable.

"Why don't you talk to her, though? I mean, you like her too, don't you?" Shauna inquired.

"I don't know," Jackie admitted. "I guess I'm just scared," she confessed.

"I understand, but hey, at least you know for sure that she likes you back, right? What's the worst that could happen?" Shauna tried to encourage her.

Jackie just shrugged, unsure of how to respond.

"Here," Shauna said, removing the necklace Jackie had given her before boarding the plane and placing it around Jackie's neck. "You're basically the best, remember?" she said, causing Jackie to smile. "Yeah," Jackie replied, embracing Shauna in a hug.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Shauna reassured her, returning the hug and helping Jackie feel a bit more relaxed about the whole situation.

After a few seconds, Shauna broke the silence, "Now I understand why you wanted me to put on the boob dress back at that party," she said jokingly, raising her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Fuck off, Shipman," Jackie said, playfully pushing her away.

They both continued their chores until they finished and headed back to the cabin. Shauna joined Mari, who was starting a small bonfire to prepare dinner outside, while Jackie gathered the now dry clothes and went inside to put them away in the closet.

As soon as Jackie entered, she noticed you sitting at the table, sharpening the kitchen knives with a rock. You glanced up at her, acknowledging her presence, but then returned your focus to the task at hand. It was a stark contrast to how you used to greet her with a warm smile, and the memory saddened her.

"Hey," Jackie said, trying to get your attention as she walked towards the closet.

"Hey," you replied, not even bothering to look back at her.

Jackie let out a sigh as she began hanging up the clothing. Her conversation with Shauna had momentarily made her forget about how annoying your behavior had become. Not only were you avoiding her, but you were also being distant and cold towards her, which made her feel the need to punch some sense into you. Well, maybe not punch you, she could never. Lovingly slapping you seems more realistic.

After closing the closet door, she turned to face you.

"Dinner will be ready in twenty," Jackie informed you, even though you were probably already aware. She just wanted an excuse to hear you talk to her.

"Mhm," you responded, briefly glancing at her and raising your eyebrows in a knowing manner.

"Do you want to sit with Shauna and me?" Jackie suggested, offering a soft smile.

"'Kay," you replied nonchalantly, returning your focus to the rock you were skillfully sliding along the knife.

‘Mhm’?, 'k'? Is she being serious? Jackie thought to herself. If there was one thing Jackie hated with all her heart, it was when someone, including you, was dry at her, making her feel stupid and like a girl failure. If anything, she believed she should be the one who appears indifferent. She would prefer to kiss Randy than endure the sound of your casual "k" ever again.

With a sigh, barely audible enough for you to hear, she swallowed her pride and began walking towards the door, intending to leave. But just as she was about to turn the doorknob, she stopped abruptly, marched back to stand in front of you, and crossed her arms, waiting for you to look up at her.

It took you no more than five seconds to notice Jackie's obvious "angry" stance as she stared at you intently.

"Do you need something?" you asked, pausing your actions to give her your full attention.

"Yes, I do need something," Jackie replied, her tone filled with anger. "I need you to tell me what the hell is your problem," she said, her frustration evident. You simply stared back at her, showing no expression on your face.

"'Kay'? Are you serious, Y/n?" Jackie asked angrily. "I can tolerate your avoidant bullshit, but this is enough," she said. "I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. I want to know why you've been acting so distant and weird ever since we got here," she pleaded with desperation in her voice.

"I've just been stressed about the whole situation, that's all," you answered, trying to convince her. "It's nothing personal."

"Oh! I see," she chuckled sarcastically. "So, does your stress magically disappear when you're laughing and joking around with everyone else except me?" she questioned. "I'm not stupid, Y/n."

Before you could defend yourself, she brought up the topic that both of you had been trying to avoid. "This is because of what you said to me right before the plane crashed, isn't it?"

The moment those words escaped Jackie's lips, you froze. Your expression shifted from indifference to fear, and she could see it. "Yes, Y/n, I remember," Jackie confessed, almost as if she could read your thoughts. "So don't even try to lie your way out of this," she threatened.

Embarrassment washed over you, causing your cheeks to turn red. She had you right where she wanted you, and there was no escaping the conversation you had been hoping to avoid. You took a deep breath and looked down, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

"I just... I don't know," you stuttered, trying to find the right words. "I guess I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, in case you remembered. That, along with the embarrassment I felt, made me think it was best to distance myself from you," you confessed, finally mustering the courage to look at her. "I never meant to hurt you, Jackie, and I'm sorry if I did. I was just scared… I still am."

"Wait, so you meant everything you said?" Jackie asked, seeking reassurance before opening up about her own feelings.

"Yeah, Jackie, I did," you admitted, your cheeks growing even redder as you awaited her response.

To your surprise, Jackie giggled at your blushing state.

"Why are you giggling?" you asked, taken aback by her unexpected reaction.

"You look so cute when you blush," she said, stepping closer and kneeling in front of you, bringing you almost face to face. With a tender touch, she gently held your cheeks, locking her gaze with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered, her breath brushing against your lips. Jackie had somehow regained her confidence, and she believed that the best way to convey her feelings was by showing you, by proving them to you. You were speechless, unable to respond, but when she saw that you didn't reject her question, she leaned in, pulling you into a soft and heartfelt kiss.

Her lips gently captured your bottom lip as she tenderly caressed your cheeks, and you felt an immediate sense of relaxation wash over you. You let out a deep exhale as you reciprocated the kiss, kissing her with just as much passion and tenderness. You definitely weren’t expecting this, but the sensation of her soft lips against yours dissolved all the doubts and worries you had, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the moment.

When you both eventually separated to catch your breath, you pressed your foreheads together, slowly regaining composure. Her hands glided from your cheeks to your shoulders as you locked eyes, both brimming with love.

"Don't ever 'k' me again, you asshole," Jackie playfully complained, refusing to let that slide.

You chuckled in response. "Understood," you replied, before pulling her into another gentle kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, drawing you closer.

[mayasaurusss]

Transfem Jackie in the wilderness??

The feeling of you.

Contents: female reader, transfeminine Jackie, angst and comfort, internalized guilt, detailed descriptions of feelings, exploring themes of transexuality, 3rd point of view from Jackie's prespective, vanilla smut, gentlia described vaguely. Not really thought plot.

Words count: 7k/ about 12 pages

Author's note: As you read, this is a transfeminine Jackie oneshot. I wanted to explore themes of self hatred in many ways. Since I am not transexual, I based myself on the expereince someone in my life had to describe various moments in this oneshot. If this might be offensive to anyone, please dm me so I can edit this work. This is the first time in an oneshot where I write full on smut. This might not be very 'sexy' then, so forgive me for that. This oneshot contains vanilla-ish sex, so it might not be everyone's cup of tea. Anon, I'm sorry for the several months long wait, but I wanted to be sure to write something in character for Jackie.

To make reading easier: the italics are charcaters thoughts. First half is from Jackie's 3rd pow and second half (from smut onwards) reader's 3rd pov.

Enjoy everyone!

When you joined the Yellowjackets soccer team, you didn't expect to fall heads over heels with its capitan, Jackie Taylor.

It was a rainy November afternoon when you joined. You had seen Jackie walk around school from time to time, but have never interacted with her this close, for all it was worth, you didn't even know she was the soccer team captain. You joined the team some months after your best friend Vanessa did; she had insisted that it was fun and it would build up your confidence. So, you have joined.

Vanessa had talked about your frail character with Jackie before you joined, telling her that you were insecure in your abilities, so, after the coach had tested you, Jackie choosed to assign you the substitute position of right winger. So, you wouldn't have had to play all the time.

Right before you got introduced to the team, Jackie had talked with you. A look of worry was visible in your eyes and Jackie, even if she didn't know you all that well yet, was slightly worried. For you maybe, yes, but also that you could potentially be more of a burden to the team, if you didn't do well enough. After all, Jackie needs to have as many competent people in her team as she can. You need to grow more confident.

So, she had taken you by the arm and led you to a secluded place right outside of the field's entrance. Jackie had looked up at you and smiled kindly, "Well, are you ready to go?". You had felt incredibly scared and apprehensive that day but when you felt Jackie's hand lightly touch yours, trying to get you out of your head, you felt safe, seen.

That was the first instance of your feelings blooming for Jackie. At every game, she did not ever forget to encourage and praise you for your actions. Even when you didn't perform well, you knew Jackie would always be there to make you feel better.

To her surprise, a year after having joined the team, you were almost a completely different person. Confident, strong and willing to stand up for herself and others. Jackie did have to admit that your change was more than welcome. She could never say it out loud, but whenever she saw you in the changing room, her heart skipped a beat. Of course, Jackie had to maintain her reputation at school.

No one, besides her parents and Shauna, knew that Jackie wasn't who others thought she was. Since she was a child, she had felt like she was missing a core part of herself. It was when she met Shauna that everything changed: with her, Jackie had confessed her worries and secrets and in exchange, got the help to finally become her true self. Her parents weren't as supportive as she thought they were going to be. Sometimes, she saw her mothers sending glances in her direction, which she couldn't decipher as worry or disdain; but she didn't care.

In an attempt to finally convey that image she built of herself, upon entering her new school alongside Shauna, she had seduced Jeff, one of the guys she found less ugly. She wasn't able to fully explore herself before jumping hand in hand with him in the relationship.

The first time and only time she and Jeff have had sex, she didn't dare to make him look. Somewhat, she managed to create an excuse to not strip and only get him off. It was a rather boring and disappointing night. But she hadn't left him, in a way Jackie still felt some kind of odd feeling when she was with him. She couldn't tell if it was love.

This is why she couldn't show herself shy when she was near you. She couldn't risk her image, people would talk if they saw her behaving in a flirtatious way towards you, and Jeff would leave. She knew he was probably cheating on her, but as of right now, she couldn't worry less.

Jackie feels her mind slipping out of consciousness time and time again. She can vaguely feel what is happening near her, bodies bumping on her shoulder and light dimming lower and lower until, behind her eyelids, she can only stare back at the darkness.

Shauna wakes her up, and she's not sure she's completely herself at this point. Her body moves before her mind can process what's happening and just mere seconds later, she falls hard to the forest floor. Just as her cheek comes into hard contact with the naked soil, her mind registers what's happening. Jackie looks behind herself to see something that shakes her to the core and will for the years to come. People, her teammates flooding away from the main entrance of the plane, all gushing out like droplets of the leftover alcohol of the red cup she had drank from last night, at their last party.

Jackie struggles to get back to her feet, her legs giving just as she gets up. Shauna is there, she holds her and runs her fingers on her face, tracing over the bruise that has begun to form. She searches for your face among the others and finds you clutching at your left leg, a scar running down your hips.

Jackie's eyes follow as Shauna gets back into the plane and a feeling of dread fills her heart. She knows that if she doesn't help Shauna, her best friend will die. When she enters into the crashed death trap smoke fills her lungs and her vision. She searches for Shauna, finding her fiddling with something behind her shoulders. For a second she considers slapping Shauna, telling her that she's an idiot and taking her back, but when she hears Vanessa's desperate sobs her brain is filled with fear and horror and something akin to bravery. Her hands brace on either side of the seats and summoning a bravery she didn't know she had, along with Shauna, Jackie manages to open a window of opportunity for Van to slip out. Once the fresh air fills her lungs again and her brain is awake, Jackie searches for you.

Misty had hastily put together various bandages that ran down the entirety of your leg, blood already seeping out and darkening the cloth. Jackie can't even register that she has you in a death grip until she feels your chest moving on hers in an attempt to get more air in your lungs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- '' her words get cut off as you push into her, already wettering the neck of the blue and yellow jacket she wore. Your throat bobs and tears fall from your eyes ``I, I'm scared". Jackie holds you to her chest, sobs threatening to leave her body, "Me too".

The smell of fire and pine needles filled the air around you, the tall trees shielding your view of the night sky. Hours after the disaster, you were surprised to find yourself enjoying your teammates' jokes near the campfire. You would have expected to feel this happy in another situation, but there you were: laughing in the dark night with the corpses of your old friends already starting to decompose back into the deathtrap. Jackie had insisted on sitting near you along Shauna. She kept to herself, having to maintain that image of her authority. Maybe she could be the one aiding the team to take a stand against nature. But in the aftermath of saving Van she had let her selfishness surge again and had protested against her cleanser being used as a sanitizer. She didn't mean to, the words left her mouth before she could understand the gravity of the situation. This wasn't what she was prepared for, her mind wasn't prepared enough to survive, to see the lifeless bodies of her own friends burn and decompose under her eyes.

Jackie had gotten silent for some time and her mouth had tasted the tears that were threatening to fall, but when she had felt your touch linger on her hand, a feeling of calm panic had washed over her. Your eyes stared into hers, understanding, saying 'I feel you, I understand you' and her heart ached. The fear was still clawing at her heart but she tried to subdue it in favor of quietly looking at you, trying to breathe through the hurt. Unbeknownst to her, Shauna's envious eyes had watched the whole interaction with anger boiling over the surface.

That night, Jackie dreams. She dreams of the last game, the leather of the ball comes into hard contact with the white metal of the goal and bounces back away from her and the other team wins. She dreams of a world where she and Shauna are now in her room, sad and bitter, but not here. Not on a cold night. She dreams of a world where she comes back to Jeff, he comforts her by kissing her cheek and whispering sweet, fake nothings to her. She dreams of him finally admitting he cheated, of a world where after months of sadness and thought, she manages to confess the strange feelings she has whenever you're around. She dreams of your lips touching hers.

If only... if only she didn't score, maybe...maybe...

The morning had come by fast, a pale light shone down from the trees and greeted their painful awakening. Jakcie had fallen asleep the night prior cuddled between you and Shauna. All the team had cuddled closer during the night in an effort to maintain as much heat as possible. The soil was scattered with clothes, remaining junk food leftovers, branches and the mechanical remains of the plane. And when she woke up, Jackie had panicked. As quietly as possible she had begun to hyperventilate, the reality of the situation finally kicking in. In an effort to keep calm, to get comforted, Jackie hides her face into your chest and lets her tears fall freely. In your sleep, you cling onto her and for a split moment, her heart bursts out of her chest. It feels like her rib cage has suddenly tightened on her organs and her body has been set aflame. She couldn't feel like this. She shouldn't. And why with you of all people? Why you, and not Jeff? Why you, and not Shauna? What is in you that makes her poor heartache, even in the most desperates of situations? Nevertheless, Jackie allows herself to feel and falls right back asleep. Reality can wait for some time.

When the bodies had been buried and were beginning to dissolve into the earth, a heavy silence had weighted on the team shoulders. At least they could rest in peace, for the rest though only chaos was waiting. Jackie had never been so scared in her life. So, when Taissa shouted that she had seen a lake nearby, Jacki couldn't believe it. Or, more accurately, she was scared of leaving. What if the rescue team came just as they left? And what if they didn't find them? She couldn't afford to lead her team into another hazard. so, when almost all of the team agrees to go, Jackie feels betrayed. It's stupid and selfish but she does, especially when Shauna raises her hand in favor of leaving. Without too much thrust, Jackie follows. She steps away from Shauna and walks with you, helping you move your leg on the uneven forest floor.

When she spots the shore, a sense of wonder and happiness fills her for the first time in hours. With her help, you manage to speed up to the lake. There, a realization dawns on her. She hadn't told the others that she was 'different'. No one here except Shauna knew. What would they have thought of her? "Aren't you going in?" she heard your voice ask her. "Uh, I- I don't know..." she stammers out. Her eyes widen when she sees you changing out of your dirty clothes "Well, I'm going. Misty had said that the water might cleanse my wound, but she never talked about lake water" Jackie vaguely registered your response while her eyes were still trained on your figure. "I hope there aren't any germs there" you lose the branch that supported your uneven walk in favor of trying to get out of your pants.

"Hey Jackie... I know this is weird to ask, but can you help me out? I can't crouch low enough to pull them off" her heart skips a beat and almost automatically, she starts to undress you out of your pants. She's sure her cheeks are a bit more red than usual. "Ah, thank you. Are you sure you're not coming in?" she doesn't know, she isn't sure. But she so, so wants to be there with you. "Uh yeah just, just let me change and I'll be there".

Jackie's eyes follow as you dip into the water. Vaguely, she can feel her blood flow in her body faster than normal, but she dismisses it. When she nears on the shore, as quickly and as carefully as possible, Jackie strips out of her clothes and watches for any unwanted gaze. When the cold water crashes on her skin, her body begins to cool off and that thirst she felt has been quelled. Now she reaches you and guides you to deeper waters, careful to listen to any signs of discomfort from you.

That's how you spend the rest of the afternoon: splashing each other with water, resting on the rocky shores of the lake and gossipping. The everpresent eye of Shauna watching your every move. When Lottie had spotted something in the distance, everyone had been on the move, hoping to find a new shelter for the night. And they did. The cabin was decrepit. Its roof was slightly slanted, vines and vegetation covered the wooden walls; but it worked. It could work. When she entered, a smell of mold and old plants had hit her nose. She found a can of green beans and when attempting to open it, her hunger preceding the thought that maybe she could have preserved it, she was greeted with the sight of many greenish beans swimming in a gray pool of liquid.

On the other side of the room, some of the girls are checking out one of those old sex magazines. Natalie calls out to you "Hey look, this girl kinda looks like you" and right then and there, Jackie crumbles. "Nah, she doesn't look like me! You have a shitty sight Scatorccio '' the team's eyes all gather to one point in the page, some let out whistles while others comment on it. "So, are you like this gentlelady under your clothes?" Van jokingly teases you "Guess you'll have to discover it yourself". Despite thinking she's above this, Jackie steals a glance as she walks out. And it's true, that woman did look like you, despite some differences. And now, Jackie has to deal with yet another problem.

She feels her body shift without her wanting to and heat spreads through her lower abdomen, begging to be put out. She walks out of the door fast and follows a trail behind the cabin. There, she tries to calm down but to no avail, images of you fill her mind and she feels her shorts tighten. Jackie lets out a grunt of discomfort: the situation wasn't exactly the most comfortable one to 'rub one out'. She looks back at the cabin, it's far but still in view: maybe here she can take care of herself with no prying eyes watching.

Jackie slips out of her shorts and starts to palm at her length. She tries to think about Jeff, about Shauna, even about her celebrity crushes, but nothing works. Everything morphs into you. So, when she finally gives up and allows herself to fall into your image, she finds that her body is already at the brink of release. She feels your hands stroking her skin, the tension releases out of her shoulders and your voice whispers reassurances in her ear. "Let it go" and she falls from her high, her legs give out and the skin meets the hard ground. Her gaze falls to her hand. Oh god, what have I done?

The afternoon lights had started to shine through the trees. After taking care of her little problem, Jackie had come back and sat on the wooden porch at the side of the cabin. This can't be real. It can't, right? Her heart aches far more than she realized. She doesn't belong here. She is angry, sad and terrified. This isn't real.

Regret, both for the plane crash and for what she had just done. Did she really jerk off to a friend in the middle of the forest, right after what happened? God, how could she be so disgusting? So careless? People died and all she could think about was fulfilling her own needs. Like always Jackie, you always have to be the center of attention. You couldn't even let your teammates have a peaceful rest, you just had to think about yourself huh? Can you even feel something, anything for others? Do you have anyone else in your mind except yourself?This just shows the utter scum of a person you really are. You waste.

Back at home, everyone always counted on her. She was the voice of reason, the one person who could bring different people together under one team. She had been the one to create the Yellowjackets, to care for them, to nourish them. She knew she was selfish, selfish and stupid, but she really tried. Jackie didn't mean to be this much of a fucking liability, but she couldn't help it. This place, these people, did they even think of her as an equal? Or did most of them fake their appreciation for her? She didn't mean to be a bother, trying to fix the old music player instead of doing the chores, but she needed desperately to not think. Please, for the love of God, get me out of here.

Days, months have passed and winter starts to tighten its cold hands on the Yellowjackets. All of them know. When winter comes, they might die. Every night, the last breeze of autumn comes knocking on the door in the form of the Grim Reaper, begging to be let in. To join the fun. For how much their determination is worth, nature has a sick way of playing with its prey.

They don't have to think.

That's why Jackie had hosted a seance in summer, to distract them. And that's why she decides to host a Doom Coming. Death is already at the door, so why not having fun in the last few weeks of their lives? And her life is just a mess. Jackie feels as if all of the world's faults weigh down on her shoulders. She's sad, bitter and angry: sad for Laura Lee and her unfair death, bitter at Shauna and Jeff, and angry at the world.

Finally, night has fallen. The sun is lowering down the horizon, the cold air nipping at the skin, but she tried to ignore it. The camp smells of leaves, fire and earth. It's almost calming. Laughs and wind and fire crackling fill her ears. Jackie sits on a log which acts as a stool and closes her eyes.

Right now, when everyone is partying, she allows herself to be vulnerable. In the months following the summer, Jackie had come to care less and less about what others might have thought about her if her secret came to be known. So her facade had finally started to crumble.

Jackie sat on the log, her legs spreading far apart, her back hunched and with her face in her hands. She knew the others would look at her and make fun or feel sorry for her, but right now she didn't care too much. A quiet whine left her body and trickles of tears staining her cheeks. Something moves at her right side and she jumps up to see you holding two makeshift wooden bowls. "Hey, thought of giving you this. You haven't eaten at all".

Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe Jackie would rather die, her body to be eaten by the people she loved most and then dissolve into the earth, broken apart by nature and scattered like a constellation. "I... I am fine" she mutters into her hands, trying to mask her sobs.

"But you're not Jackie. You're so not fine; don't you think I can see that?" she's taken aback by your teary eyes burning a hole through her heart. You push the tears back in and hand her the warm bowl of soup. "I am scared too, Jackie. We all are. But at least, just before the end...won't you try to be happy?" and you know that asking her this is stupid and pathetic, but you too need to push reality away. And Jackie doesn't have enough strength to deny you. "...You're right", she takes the makeshift wooden spoon and dips it into the brownish soup. She lets the earthy flavors fill her mouth. "This isn't half as bad as I thought it would be'' Jackie smiles as she sets the bowl down. A giggle leaves your lips as you stand up, your legs feel wobbly and your skin starts to feel uncomfortably hot. "Say... you wouldn't want to have... a dance with me, would you?" words slurred, you try to pry Jackie out of her log and she happily complies.

Jackie feels strange. She isn't in total control of her body, her mind is foggy, her body moves slowly and lazily. She looks at you with lovey dovey eyes, as if you are a goddess on earth who came to relieve her of her pain. She doesn't even care that Mari's and Alikah's eyes are on both of you; as of right now Jackie only sees you. But now her mind is playing tricks on her: she sees you on her bed, naked.

"W-what?" and now that discomfort is back again, twirling inside of her stomach. "What is it?" Jackie can only feel her body stiffen once again, swaying 'Uhhh shit'. "I- I, don't worry!" but you insist with that look on your face that she can't resist. "What? What is it? Are you feeling ill?".

Shit!. "N-no I-" it's almost like her brain can't form any coherent thought anymore. Why? Why now?!, you get closer to her, an inch from her ear "Do you need something?" God damn it. "I need to- I need-" Jackie stops dead in her tracks as she feels your leg accidentally pressing on her groin. Shit! No! No, no, no! Why?! What is wrong with you?

You look down to see something puffing under her dress. What the heck was she hiding there?. It takes you a moment to understand what it really is, and when you do, you let out a small 'ohh' of understanding.

"Do you have something to tell me?" and Jackie feels embarrassed: embarrassed, guilty and disgusting. How could she have those kinds of thoughts for a friend? She's no better than Jeff, she's no better than them. "I am so, so, so sorry please, please I' didn't mean to-' ' you cut off Jackie with a shush, take her hand into yours and guide her in the forest.

You lead Jackie through low tree branches and vines, through bushes and dirt until you stumble in a beautiful clearing. Hidden between the thick branches of the pine trees, away from the cabin, the uneven forest floor becomes flat, the trees give away to green grass and moss and flowers. On the way, Jackie had noticed strange scrapes on the trees, like a knife had cut through the bark.

"This is where I come when I'm overwhelmed. I found it while having lost myself after going to get the water. You remember that day I didn't come to the cabin after dark?" Jackie nods, waiting for your voice again "I actually had been walking on circles, some feets away from the cabin I took the wrong turn and ended up in the wrong place, here." From your pocket, you fish out a small cutting knife, an old candle and a couple of matches you had stolen from Dead Guy's stash. "Luckily, I had this with me" you gesture to the knife, "If I hadn't, I'm not sure I could have come back". You let your things fall to the base of a tree, forgotten. "So," you say as you sit down and pat the ground next to you "mind explaining what that was?".

Jackie feels as if her blood had become ice cold; she's terrified, so much so that she's stiff and can't bring herself to sit near you. "Come here" she awkwardly lets herself lay on the ground with her legs tucked under her body and away from you.

"I- I am..." throat closing in on her words, she takes a breath and gathers all the courage she has left in her heart "I wasn't happy once. Before. I didn't realized it once, Shauna helped me understand. Sometimes I faked begin happy just to see the people near me happy. To see my parents happy. But once I started to put my own happiness before, I understood". Jackie feels as if a block of ice got stuck in her throat and it's preventing her from speaking clearly.

"For the time we have left, I will continue begin myself. I- I don't care what others think of me" and maybe that last part was a lie, maybe she does care. Every human need reassurance. But when she says that, she's looking directly into your eyes, with determination. A smile graces your lips and Jackie feels as if she has died for a moment and her soul reached heaven "I understand you" which is far better than any 'okays or 'alright's she has gotten so far. "Y-you do? I thought, I thought you would be... grossed out", silence fills the air and Jackie's breath hitches, waiting for the final blow at her heart. "You could never 'gross me out' Jackie, why did you even thought about that?"

"I really thought that you might-" Jackie's words die engulfed in your arm, her head cradled on you, "You are safe with me". Something in her, a cage, breaks into million shining pieces and lets her heart beat red blood into her flesh. Jackie feels as if the old cruel world broke and left space for a new, shining future, one she shares with you. She weeps into your shoulder, finally understood, happy, euphoric, free from her own self and from the world's expectations.

You let her weep into you for some time, the sky's color changes from the purple and orange evening glow to a light cobalt, the stars already starting to show.

"Now, I want to ask you something else..." your cheeks feel suddenly hotter, thighs closing in on themselves. Jackie listens to you, and you're suddenly very interested on your hands. "That... thing that happened back there... why? Why did it happen while we were dancing?". Ohh shiiit.

Jackie feels sick. A ball of nausea forms in the deepest parts of her stomach and reaches out to her mouth. For a second, she feels like she will throw up. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I forgot, I-" and now, emotions and feelings of the past months come crashing down on her heart. And when she parts her lips, it is too late to stop.

"I... like you. I do. I've felt like this for a while now. Back there I don't- I don't know why I felt like that and why it happened, but t-that's not like me at all! I- I am-" but the silence that follows is enough for Jackie to stop. Right then and there, she knows she has lost you. "I should probably go..." she says to you; Jackie's muscles move to follow her torso but your arms hug her shoulders before she can escape you. For a moment she's confused and almost thinks an animal might have tackled her to the ground, but when she feels your touch on her cheeks, peace fills her heart. You lightly trace her small skin marks under her eyes and lean down to kiss her. In her eyes billions of stars shine and in her heart, billions of stars explode. Her body is lighter, almost made of condensed air. It almost feels like a sin when she touches your hand: like if her fingertips could dirty the beautiful soul in front of her. "I want you too" you say to her, a whisper. Now she truly is gone.

Jackie kisses you back with a passion you didn't know she had in her. Everything is forgotten: the dirt of the soil, the rotten cabin, the looks of the others, the touches of Jeff, the desire for Shauna, the desire to run from the world. Here and now, Jackie is at peace. Finally at peace, after months of hardship. Her heart beats and her blood runs, and she's happy. So, so very happy.

When you leave the kiss, Jackie feels lightheaded. A dark feeling inside of her screams to stay, to take, to devour. She takes you right back into her arms, clinging to you so hard that you're sure your bones will snap. The kiss becomes raw, hungry and dangerous; all lips and tongue and teeth. Her hand cradles the back of your head and with the free hand, she claws at your shirt. There is a feeling blooming inside her groin and stomach; she wants to devour and be devoured. You get rid of your clothes and discard them aside. Now Jackie can see you in all your beauty, skin shaded by the blue evening night.

It's getting dark.

"Maybe, maybe we shouldn't..." Jackie whispers in your mouth but makes no effort to stop. Your hands find her soft skin, you cradle her head upwards facing you, "Let morning come". Your hands find Jackie's skin underneath her dress and her breath stops, she tries to gulp down air in her lungs but they feel tight. Your hands are just so soft and she feels so good, so right here with you. For the first time in a while, she doesn't have to be in charge of anything. For the first time, she can be her whole, broken self without needing to be something she's not. With a trembling voice, Jackie asks you to help her out of her dress. The cold air hits Jackie all at once, making her shiver but she is too caught up in you to care. As soon as the dress is off her hands are already on your skin, touching wherever they could. "I- I want to..." but she couldn't find in herself the strength to say what she wanted, needed to do. Instead, Jackie decided to crash her lips into yours again and rest her hand on your back, atop the clasps of your bra, a silent request. The dizziness of before had almost worn off by the time you were bare before her. A breathy sigh left Jackie's lips "Wowza...", you couldn't help but let out a giggle "Really? 'Wowza'?".

"What?! I couldn't help it..." her words trail off when her gaze falls to your chest. Fingers come down on you, caressing and touching and groping at every inch of skin she finds. She props you up on her lap, trying to relive the pain of her hardness starting to show. It's almost embarrassing how desperate she is, her cheeks are flushed red, her eyes unfocused and watery. Jackie's lips circle your nipple, biting and licking and sucking and tugging at your skin. Jackie's length gets harder and hard by the minute, for every time her name falls off your lips. All the uncomfortable and guilt has gone, leaving behind something dark and primal. She starts to hump on your ass while continuing to suck on you. "Oh, I see someone is eager" and all that confidence she had goes right out of the window, her sober self comes out more embarrassed than before "Oh- gosh I'm-I am sor-" but she is shut down by your grinding down on her. "Who said you could lead tonight?".

Oh shit I'm so into this.

"N-no one..." her voice came out shaking with excitement, the prospect of the night and all the scenarios playing out in her head.

"That's right, you deserve a break" not as sexy as she would have wanted, but this is fine too. More than fine. She was tired of feigning leadership. Your hands fiddle with the waistband of her underwear, feeling around the skin of her waist. This feels like a torture to Jackie. "Please, I-..." she meets your hands and tries to grind into you. As teasing as ever, your touch skims right on her thighs, squeezing and stroking her skin. "Tsk, I thought you wanted to be taken care of. Maybe I should stop?".

"N-no! No, please I will be good I promise". Jackie settles back against the earth, her puppy eyes looking up at you with the fear that you won't touch her anymore. "That's what I wanted to hear". Finally your fingers dip under her waistband and pull, freeing her after what felt like an eternity. Now, the both of you are bare against each other. "What do you want me to do, Jackie?" after some thought, Jackie says, "I... I want to taste you... Please....".

Now you take her place, laying down on the earth. Jackie watches you with adoration while her fingers start to travel downwards. Her fingers part your legs and she kisses the skin of your thighs, just mere inches away from where you need her the most. You whisper her name, wanting her to get on with it, to please you. At that, Jackie dips into you. After months of desire, it feels like heaven on earth. Her fingers tease your clit, circling it multiple times before moving down. But you're not prepared enough for the intrusion. So, Jackie starts to suck on you. She's so attentive and shy it makes you want to cry. You ground on her face and hear her letting out a whimper, she's getting pleasure from this too. When you are wet enough, Jackie's ring finger teases your opening and enters. You have already done this before, but it pales in comparison on how Jackie is making you feel. Almost like a shock running through your body and a wildfire spreading in your limbs. And you are sure that if Jackie continues, you will combust on the spot. Finger flicking your nipples, tongue occasionally joins her fingers to lick up your slit, eyes always fixated on your face twisted in pleasure. You look under her to see her free hand stroking her length quickly, white wetness dripping from it. "I- I am about to..." but your words die in your throat. When Jackie comes up again, the lower part of her face is covered in your release, she's still stroking herself. "Please, please I need it, I need it" she continued as she came closer to you. "What do you need Jackie?" she whimpers, desperately humping into her hand "y-you please. Your... mouth".

You smile at her, reaching to tease her length but just a few movements of your hand are enough to send her over the edge. Jackie gasps when she comes undone, her hands tightening over your shoulder. "O-Oh God I, I usually last way more than this..." you snort at her, "Hm? Way more?". Her brows are furrowed, cheeks red with embarrassment "...ok, a bit more". You decide to stop teasing her and reach down, sucking the last drops of her release. Her moans encourage you to get on top of her, legs straddling her hips on both sides. Slowly, you began grinding down on her.

"Oh... I like this'' Jackie moans in your mouth, hands exploring every inch of your skin. After what feels like an eternity, you line up Jackie's lengt with your slit, sliding it from under you on purpose and meeting her hips. "Please... stop teasing..." she lets out a grunt, her hands rest steady on your hips and she begins to drag you down on her. You like this double sided version of Jackie. All her dominance goes straight out of the window when she enters you. It takes an unholy amount of strength for Jackie to not start pounding in you, and to keep herself from coming too fast. She pants as if she's shoulder deep inside a pool of cold water, shaky. It's the first time she has reacted this way to having sex. Usually, she could keep a cool, passionate demeanor but she's so excited to do this with you. It feels different from any other casual sex encounters she had.

You still above her. She has reached the deepest point she could, cuddled between dark and hot and wet. It feels too much to you and you rest your head on her shoulders, trying to catch your breath. She is so delicate with you, whispering sweet encouragements on how -"you take me so well", "You can do it" and "I like you so, so much"-. You're the one that starts to move, surprising Jackie who was still in the middle of her praise. Her breath hitches when she feels you move on her, slowly and methodically taking her to the tip and all the way back. This is perfect.

You rest your hands on her shoulder and hers rest on your hips, guiding you back and forth on her. The grip is tight enough that you can feel your skin bruise under her touch. "Fas-faster please..." you try to comply, bouncing on her faster than before, but your legs feel wobbly and uncertain. When she sees that you can't go any faster, Jackie trusts up into you and meets your hips with force, bouncing you up and down. "I-I'm sorry I' can't go slower..." it feels so good you can't really complain about it. Now you have regained enough strength to meet Jackie halfway, both of you lost in a frenzy of pleasure. She's loud, almost yelling and in the back of your mind, you are terrified someone might come and take a look, but another part of you is thrilled at the prospect of begin found out. You are a bit shocked when Jackie's hand comes down on your ass, but you don't complain. If someone walked past you, they would immediately understand what was happening.

The only sounds that can be heard in the forest are your whimpers, moans, the slapping of skin, wind and chirping and, a little farther, yelling and rabid howls of creatures that resemble humans. But that is not important right now. Your minds are too lost in pleasure to think that, in the dark corners of the night, something could wait for the chance to pounce on you.

Jackie starts to move faster than you can keep up. She moves so you lay your back against the dirt and face her. She brings your leg up and opens the space between your thighs more, allowing herself easier access. She begins to pound into you, faster and harder and sloppier than before. She has no rhythm left, no care, only pleasure and the need to relieve both herself and you in her mind. She grabs your leg hard, not letting go in fear that if she does, you might vanish into thin air. "I am close, I am gonna-" she doesn't want to cum, not right now: this moment should last forever. But she can't hold herself back anymore.

From the dark, a pair of brown eyes had spied on the both of you. Shauna was hungry and her hunger was so grand that it made her vision, her brain and the world around her blurry. She was chasing Travis, along the others but had been left behind when she heard sounds coming from behind some bushes. Her mouth had watered thinking it could be an animal but she got let down when she realized the sounds were coming from you. Her initial shock had been replaced by annoyance. She had so hoped to get something beneath her teeth, but to no avail. Then, hate had bubbled its way through her veins and into her heart. She hated you at that moment. The both of you. Shauna couldn't understand if she wanted to be with Jackie or in between you two. Sure, she thought of Jackie before, during the night hours but she hadn't dared to make the first move. And then, when Jackie had gotten with Jeff, she was hellbent on having all of her. She did realize that there was something sparking between the two of you after the first few games, but she kept quiet. She imagined herself, between bodies. Skin and sweat and kisses. She thought of taking Jackie's while kissing you, of guiding your head down, of bending Jackie over and-. Her stomach growled. It was loud enough she could clearly hear it, but not enough for you two to get suspicious of anything. That fantasy of hers would never happen. She retreated back into the dark.

Jackie is moving fast against you, hips slapping repeatedly up on yours and hands reaching every little bit of skin she can. From deep inside her groin, she feels something snap. She's not gentle with you anymore. Something raw and angry has taken control over her brain. Jackie slipped out of you and snuck behind, her arm lifting up your leg before entering once again. In this position she can reach deeper and move faster. She's being too hard on you. A scowl appears on her face when you try to slow her down by slipping from her grasp, "You- you will, you will stay here a-and take-" growling, her fingers grip at your flesh again, harder this time.

A knot snaps inside your guts and without managing to yell a warning, you release on Jackie's. She feels you dripping down on her. Your coming prompts her to do the same: Jackie gives a final long and hard thrust and leaves you empty, releasing on the soil.

She falls on top of you, spent "O-oh wowza. That... that felt amazing". You laugh at her "Again, 'wowza'?! It's not sexy Jackie" she mumbled something back at you and then hid her face in the crook of your neck. You're silent, now left with the remnants of your lovemaking and the constant presence of death looming over you. A faint trace of cold is coming out of the earth and down on you. "What do we do now?" she asks, embracing and shivering against you "Did- did we do something bad? What's gonna happen now? We will all still die-" her voice hitches. She's crying: tears fall down your skin as she nuzzles on it. You take her hand, tracing patterns on it, "We will manage".

Days later, when Jackie finally confronts Shauna, secrets get spilled. Of affairs, of grudges that lasted years, even of your lovemaking with Jackie. She had stormed out of the cabin: just like she feared, everyone had turned on her. Jackie watches the fire, cold seeping in her bones and her mind getting groggy. Shauna walks to Jackie, hand embracing her best friend's back. "Come inside" you say, your features and voice replacing Shauna's. In the back of her mind Jackie wants to preserve her dignity: walking back into the house would mean to admit that she had lost the argument; but staying out here could kill her. Jackie follows you, gripping at your arm tightly. Everyone is asleep; you lead her to rest on one open spot near the fire, finally hugging her cold body to yours. "Rest easy" and she doesn't need to be told twice, falling asleep right away in your arms. Next morning, it was snowing.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Yellowjackets Masterlist

Shauna Shipman

Jackie Taylor

Natalie Scatorccio

Misty Quigley

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

Travis Martinez

Lottie Matthews

Callie Sadecki

[sawyerconfort]

fire(and)place | jackie taylor x fem!young shipman!reader

TWO POSTS IN A ROW, I'M GETTING BETTER!

Ok, just want to let you guys know that this is an experimental post, because I really want to start watching Yellowjackets and I decided to write oneshots about it...

So, I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with this story regarding the context of the series, I didn't really watch it and only watched snippets of the episodes to cheer myself up and see if I liked the atmosphere of the series.

Btw, it's a story with a character played by Ella Purnell, I think there's no way to go wrong, right?

Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Requests open but taking things slow!

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Prompt: After your older sister has a nasty fight with Jackie in the woods, you decide to take matters into your own hands and confront her. It would all go down too well, though, if you didn't have a crush on her.

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You didn't expect things to get to this point. In fact, you didn't even want things to get to this point. You knew better than anyone else how much Shauna liked Jackie, considered her her best friend, and how close Jackie actually was to you because she was best friends with your older sister.

Which is why, when you woke up to the screams echoing in the cabin that middle of the night, after accidentally falling asleep and snuggling into Natalie's shoulder - she was warm, in your defense - you wondered why Jackie wasn't there, and the way Shauna looking at you as soon as you opened your eyes was completely decisive.

"Why the hell are you yelling this time?", you asked, your voice coming out low and rather sleepy. "Where's Jackie? I thought we'd go hunting when we were all together, didn't we?"

"Not anymore," Misty blurted out unintentionally. "Your sister decided to fight Jackie, and she's outside now, who knows where, in the cold maybe."

Shauna rolled her eyes. "She started it!"

"Shut up you suckers!" you yelled, standing up and brushing a few strands of Natalie's gorgeous blonde hair out of her clothes a little bit before heading for the door. "You shouldn't have done that, you shouldn't!"

"Where are you going, (Y\N)?"

"Do what you didn't do. Apologize to Jackie and save her from dying of hypothermia at least."

You rolled your eyes as you left, slamming the cabin door slamming and leaving the girls exchanging skewed looks. Misty stopped Shauna with her arm and your sister had to watch you go, against her will, outside in the snow, just when she should have been protecting you.

***

It wasn't too hard to find Jackie, knowing at first that even if she was intensely hurt by Shauna or any of the girls, she wouldn't go far. The girl was as scared as you were about navigating the forest alone, so she could be anywhere, just close.

It was practically freezing outside, and you found yourself picking up your pace several times to keep your shoes from sinking into the icy white snow - sometimes it was quite pointless and you practically froze just by dipping your toes a little bit. But it helped you to locate yourself, when the fog gave way to a figure turned on its back, hugging its own legs, with that varsity jacket that you knew so much, and that, dammit, she never took off her body!

It didn't take much for you to know it was Jackie and, relieved to see her, you walked over slowly and sat down where she was, beside her, avoiding eye contact.

"Please don't tell me Shauna asked you to come after me as a consolation prize," she said, rolling her eyes, still hugging her legs. Her voice emitted a little air from her lips, and when you looked up, her mouth was purple.

Quickly, you needed to take action. You dug with your hands until you couldn't dig anymore, but eventually you found some sticks and stones, which were more visible in the middle of the snow. By rubbing the two together, you created a little bit of fire and arranged some lighter pieces of wood to create a fire. Jackie sighed in relief and another little smoke came out of her mouth.

"No, she didn't ask. I came at my own risk," you finally replied, taking a deep breath as well. It was nice to feel something warm as you sat on the icy ground. "May I know what happened between you two? Why did you fall out so quickly? Everything was so good…"

She didn't answer, and you decided to play with the situation.

"It's only when I fall asleep that you decide to let go, right? That's serious, Jackie, it's a lack of a worthy mother figure."

Jackie laughed, and dammit, you loved it when she laughed. You loved when you could make her laugh, when you could see her little eyes close as she turned her head towards you and looked into her eyes like she was looking at a little sister.

That's what you were to her, a little sister. And that was all.

"I don't know why Shauna is mad at me. Sometimes I thought it might be Jeff, but now that I've broken up with him, I…I don't know anymore," Jackie sighed. "I thought you knew, since you're sisters, and she should tell you everything…"

"Uh, one point less for you…", you chuckled nervously, sighing. "Shauna never tells me anything. She pretty much hates me, I think maybe she'd rather I was a Barbie doll instead of a normal flesh and blood person…" you huffed. "Seriously, I had to beg her to let me on your team, really."

"But she was right, (Y\N), you were still too young. It could cause problems in your class, because you're a year below us."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Jackie, I make my own decisions, and I've decided I want to make the team," you replied in an authoritative voice. "No one can change that now, I also wanted to win, I wanted to help you on the team, not just watch from the stands…"

Jackie nodded, smiling and pursing her lips. She looked at you, and again, there was that annoying little "big sister look" thing she always gave you. You pretended you weren't affected by him and tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.

"If I ask nicely, will you go back inside and make up with Shauna?" you asked in a whisper, looking at Jackie again.

"(Y\N), it's no use. Shauna really hates me now, there's no going back."

"But that can't happen! How am I supposed to be if you guys are fighting forever? How am I going to convince my mom to let me go to your party without Shauna around to babysit me?"

Jackie shook her head. "I'm sorry. Really."

"But that couldn't happen! It's so unfair!"

"(Y\N), stop whimpering like a baby!", Jackie complained, turning to you. "It's irritating, okay? It doesn't help at all!", her voice was different, and it was clear that she was very irritated with the situation.

You widened your eyes, an intrusive thought running through your mind as you stared back at her, your voice trailing off. "You find me annoying? Really?"

"No, that's not what… Ah, (Y\N), come on, I'm sorry, okay?", Jackie clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and looked at you, her voice becoming quiet and calm, like she was talking to a puppy. "That's not what I meant, I swear, it's just…I'm really pissed off right now, and if you keep forcing me to make it up to her, I'll…"

You nodded, holding back tears, but didn't say anything. Then, there was a moment when Jackie surprised you by cupping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look into her eyes. Gorgeous, huge, but gorgeous, you could easily get lost in the whole pool of charisma that was inside them.

"Come on, give me a smile please, (Y\N)…", she whispered, still holding you by the chin, and you smiled, blushing slightly. "That's it. I love seeing you smile, (Y\N), really. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you, but this whole situation is killing me."

"Everyone is nervous, Jackie, it's normal…", you explained, whispering, too lost to focus on one thing. "We should be playing right now, winning medals, lifting trophies, but here we are, stranded on a shitty island."

"Hey, at least we still have people to count on…", she whispered back, smiling. "People we like, that's what matters to me at least," Jackie laid her head gently on his shoulder and looked into the crackling fire. "Like, I like you a lot, (Y\N). I don't know what I would do if we had a fight…"

You were taken aback by the revelation. You were already used to Jackie's surprises and her nonsensical phrases, but this time, it rang true. Too bad you felt more than just a liking, and that you couldn't truly tell her that for fear of losing the friendship.

"Me too… I like you, Jackie…", you whispered. "But…"

"But you really want to dump me now, don't you? Yeah, I know. I figured my lack of affection would hurt someone one day…"

"No!", you said, kind of loudly, startling her too. "No, what I meant is… that I like you. Like hell. But it's not just liking… a friend. You know… I'm…"

She quickly pulled her head away from your shoulder to look at you, laughing in disbelief.

"Are you telling me that… you're in love with me?", Jackie asked, confused, frowning. "I mean, like, you? In love with me?"

"Yeah, I think that's right…", you replied. "I'm sure, actually. I'm in love with you, Jackie, and I've never felt that way about anyone in my entire life.

"Damn, (Y\N), that…that was cute, you know?"

Your smile faded, and Jackie saw it right away. It made her laugh, and when you least expected it, she kissed your cheek, then leaned in a little closer to kiss your lips, and you were taken aback by the feel of icy, frozen lips pressed against yours.

Jackie didn't seem to regret the impulse. She was clearly nervous, but she was shivering too, from the cold, and as you kissed, she touched your face with trembling hands over and over again, sometimes hesitating between your cheek and your shoulders.

Her lips were cold, because of the ice, and they were soft, because they were a girl's lips. The girl you were in love with and had kept that secret for a long, long time.

"Was that your way of saying you like me too?" you asked, afraid that this was more of a threat than a genuine question from someone who was confused when she pulled away from you.

Jackie smiled, nodding and blushing as she kissed you again. This time, the touch lasted a little less, and when she pulled away, her face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

"I don't know why it took me so long to figure this out…" she whispered. "It was literally in my face the entire time. That's why Shauna hates me. Because of you, (Y\N). She's so jealous because you guys are sisters, and because I'm her best friend…"

You smiled. "And that makes you regret liking me?"

"Never, I swear…", Jackie whispered. "I actually love the fact that I like you. It's comforting because I knew I'd never have to say it out loud since the two of us are inseparable…"

You smiled again and it was your turn to hide your face in Jackie's neck. She hugged you with both arms and breathed in your scent, sighing. She was clearly warmed by the touch of you on her body.

"Now, if I ask nicely, will you go back to the cabin?"

"(Y\N)!", Jackie sighed, before kissing you again, only this time, all over your face, laughing every time her lips meet your skin. "God, will you stop being so cute? This way I won't convince you that I'm mad at your sister!"

"It never convinced me, to tell you the truth. You two are failures to disguise that, deep down, deep down, you still like each other. And I'm happy about that, because I know that, no matter what, you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your days!"

The girl smiled. "Yeah, not that I'm complaining, either."

And there you two idiots were, giggling by a poorly made fire for the rest of the night, after an awkward but completely adorable confession.

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Jackie Headcanons

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: jackie dating hcs

Pairing: jackie taylor x reader

Warnings: ...

a/n: I'm sorry if this is a bit short i ran out of ideas for jackie 😫😫

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⋆ Jackie asked you out first, and you only realised you had liked her back after she did so

⋆ she listens to taylor swift.

⋆ you were always oblivious as to when someone might like you, but she wasn't

⋆ she would look at you more often when she thought someone liked you, making sure you weren't flirting back. You never meant to, of course, you were just way too friendly for her liking

⋆ she didn't get jealous too easily, but when you would tell her "they're just a friend!!" she'd have to hold back slapping you for how dumb you were

⋆ your first kiss was in the back of her car, she was complaining to you about jeff, she wore a cherry chapstick and you had your favourite perfume on

⋆ she kissed you while you were telling her that she is "so much better" and that he's "just a dick"

⋆ she would do small things for you, like getting you your favourite food when you felt like shit, or writing notes and slipping them into your locker, you would read them before class, sometimes it would be a cute reminder that she loved you, sometimes it was a horrible drawing that you still found to be adorable

⋆ she would play music that she knew you liked just to see you dance in her bedroom, in general most of your time spent together was in her bedroom

⋆it was mostly because neither of you had told anyone about your relationship yet, you didn't mind it - you liked spending time alone with her, and it felt more like a private than public relationship anyway

⋆ arguing with her would be stupid at first, but eventually she would feel so bad that she would almost cry herself to sleep until you two made up, she knew that you loved her regardless but she would always take the blame on herself. She'd often complain about how drunk you got at parties, and that she was scared something bad would happen to you

⋆ nothing bad ever did happen, she just cares for you too much

⋆ she would always remind you how much she loved you, mostly through her actions towards you; when she would kiss you on the forehead right before bed, and if you weren't sleeping over hers she would call you right as you were on the verge of passing out

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)