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Hiiiii! Could you please write for Van Palmer x reader? Reader is jealous of Van and Taissa, so she makes Van jealous with Nat, but Van gets angry and drags reader away and they fight. Van reassures reader that she doesn’t want anyone but her. Thank youuu

Only You ꨄ

Pairing: Van Palmer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, ?cheating?, smut

A/N: this was gonna be a lot more detailed but tumblr does not autosave and it rid me of the first entire chunk of this fic. wanted to cry. still do. also i did not know if smut was wanted but i do know there is a severe lack of van smut in the community so i made my contribution - hope this was okay!!

The laughing i could handle. The whispering i could handle. The inside jokes i could handle withstand. The touching? oh, the touching made my blood boil, but Van is a friendly person, so I handled withstood it.

Thats until that one morning. Van did not come back to our hut the night prior, she stayed out, with, from word of mouth, none other than Taissa Turner.

Tai knows, hell, everybody on the team knows me and Van are together, well, in relations? We dont really have a label for it yet, but she is mine, and i am hers, its as simple as that. However, Tai is pushing her luck, I know that look in her eye, she got it in middle school, whenever she saw her old crush Danielle, from 4th period spanish.

The issue is, Van isnt doing anything to stop it. She must know, she must. I mean, she must have realised Ive become more reluctant to talk to her? or be physical with her? Or maybe thats the worst part, maybe she realised and doesnt care? God. Fuck.

I decide to do something productive & pick some berries, eat or be eaten, am I right? I walk over to the outskirts of the further wilderness, just behind a few huts, to pick some berries. Im stood sifting through bush leaves, with a rag in one hand and Mistys book on the floor, which shows you which berries are safe to eat.. lets hope its accurate. Its actually a good day for berries, Ive got 19 placed in my rag so far.. enough to maybe make berry juice? berry tea perhaps? Out of nowhere, I hear feet slapping against the floor, and water splashing onto the hot, dry earth. I turn around

“Nat?”

Natalie was bolting towards me, holding a now half empty bucket of laundry water

“I ran-” huff “from the lake-“ huff “had to-“ huff “tell you-“ Natalie barely chokes out, placing the bucket down and putting her hands on her knees, trying to resync her rythym of breathing

“Natalie, breathe, okay? Tell me what?” I grow increasingly concerned

“I saw Van and Tai down there..” She murmered

my eyes urge her to go on, a certain feeling of dread brewing deep inside my stomach

“They were at- no, in the lake, together, and they were laughing, splashing, it looked pretty touchy-feely.. and then I saw” sigh “I saw Tai taking off Vans shirt” Natalie confessed, looking down

Fuck me.

I am not one to be petty, I like words, words solve problems, but in this case? we are past words, we are not even on the same wavelength of using words now. so yes, I am absolutely about to start, and finish, a wilderness lesbian-off.

Me and Natalie have been close best friends for a long time, probably about 8 years now. She was actually the first person i told about me and Van - theres never been any romantic feelings between Nat and me, which will make this plan im stirring up very easy.

I take Nat into her hut, and introduce the plan. Me and her; sleepovers, wearing eachothers clothes, braiding eachothers hair, etc etc.

I love Van, and she is still my partner, but I need her to understand how I feel.

So that night it begins. The team are all sat around the fire, Nat on my left and Van on my right, and Tai on Vans right, of course. Natalie starts with a simple arm around the shoulder, a whisper about nothing, maybe a longing stare. Van shifts a little, she seems to notice, but doesnt really seem as bothered as I thought.

That night I sleep in Natalies hut, we walk out together, theres some “ooooohs” from Mari and Gen, i just roll my eyes, and as I bend down to pour some water for me and Natalie, Nat slaps my ass playfully, but if you were to see the look on Vans face from the doorway of her (our) hut, youd think Natalie fucked me right there infront of her.

Okay, so, it worked! This is good, right? I do begin to have some second thoughts, I mean Van looked really angry.. woah woah woah, I am the angry one here; she started it all! Getting all touchy feeling with Taissa and letting her undress her?? This is perfectly justified.. i think.

I spend most of the day in Natalies hut, doing mostly nothing, moreso just giggling about how ridiculous this - essentially - dyke war, is, then reminding ourselves that it is definitely probably absolutely justified.

Unbeknownst to us, Van was sat on a log about 4 feet away from Nats hut, hearing all the giggling, and she couldnt take it anymore, she is beyond pissed, and is determined to do something to set it straight.

Im playing with some sticks when Van barges in, takes my wrist and pulls me up, fast and swift but still making sure not to cause me any harm, completely ignoring Natalie, and leads me outside, and into the further wilderness, not stopping

“Van where the fuck are we going?”

“Van can you just stop for a second??”

“Van seriously”

i plead, and shortly after, we reach a large tree and she presses my back against it

“what the fuck was that?” she mutters

“what was what?” I enquire with sickly innocence

“You know what, Natalie practically groped you infront of everyone, nobody but me should touch you like that. Not to mention last night around the fire, oh and then how you slept in her fucking hut?” Van snapped

“Oh but its okay when Taissa does it to you?” I fire back - her expression falters

“what the fuck are you even talking about” she exhales

“Nat saw it, Tai undressing you at the lake? Oh but me? Ive seen it for weeks, Palmer. She has the hots for you, and apparently everybody but you can see it. You stayed out all night with her once, left me alone in our hut? do you remember that? can you even imagine how I felt? I thought you chose her.” I blurt out

Suddenly, Vans face which was once in a state of anger, is now sorrowful, and somewhat small

“I wouldnt- Id never do that to you intentionally-” Van tries to plead her case, I turn away from her

“I seriously didnt think Taissa would be into me like that.. I barely know her- and she only took off my shirt because it got soaked, but I shouldnt have let her, and i shouldve checked in with you” Van went on

I refuse eye contact

“please, sweetheart, i promise you, i dont want anyone else, especially not Taissa or any of the other girls here - I want you, and only you” She pleaded, reaching for my hand, I let her

“show me” I lock eyes with her, she clearly wasnt expecting it as her expression faltered slightly

“what?”

“show me that you only want me” I whispered below my breath, sultry, with a slight hint of anger, waiting to be reassured.

Van steps forward quickly and pins my wrists above my head against the tree, with her other hand she grabs my hip and kisses me intensely. Its rougher than usual, like shes trying to prove a point. It gets faster, and I get needier, moaning into her mouth, my mouth opening just enough for her to slip her tounge in, deepening the kiss. She shoves her thigh between my legs, and presses it up between my thighs, just where I need that type of friction. My hips rock involuntarily onto her thigh, grinding down on her, whining & panting

“please, fuck, Van“ I moan into the kiss

She takes that as a hint to slide her hand down the front of my shorts, teasing in circles over my clit with only a thin layer of cotton seperating the skin on skin contact i desperately need. My hips buck up into her hand, and I can feel her smirk into the kiss, that damn smirk.

She pushes my underwear to the side, and slides a finger up and down my already soaked folds, circling my clit

“Youre all mine” Van half moans out, as she dips two fingers into my entrance

I moan out carelessly, its not like anybody will hear us, she dragged me out far enough into the wilderness..

She pumps her fingers into me at a moderate speed, adding a third and picking up the pace when I beg for more, she kisses down my neck and whispers in my ear in a low, raspy manner

“i only want you.”

hearing her whisper and her fingers now going at an ungodly pace brings me to the edge fast with a gutteral moan; letting go all over her fingers, gasping for air, with my head now collapsed on her shoulder

“only you, babe, i promise” she kisses my head.

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are you actually kidding me.

I got like 300 words into writing a fic on here and i accidently left the app and now it is gone.

just when a girl gets motivation to write aswell 😞😞

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Shauna: “I see an American flag behind you, are you a believer in Christ?”

Mari: “I got an American flag behind me and an American fag in front of me”

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Yellowjackets is about gay sex and cannibalism and murder but most importantly it’s about everyone having the biggest brownest eyes you have ever seen

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Can you write a Tassia x reader? Doesn’t matter if it’s headcannons or a fic, I just think she’s really underrated

Taissa Headcannons <3

pairing: tai x reader

A/N: tai is so underrated and underappreciated and it makes me so sad, here is some fluff :)

pre-crash

♡ tai would absolutely take care of you if you had a fall on the pitch, she would not leave your side until she decides youre well again (it could be days)

♡ tai who loves when you pass her notes in class (she keeps them all)

♡ tai who waits behind the bleachers for you after practice, just to make out with you in secret, which usually ends in giggle fits

♡ tai who spent hours on the phone with you, trying to help you pass chemistry finals

♡ tai who gets farrrrrr too confident when she catches you staring admiring her when doing warm ups

mid-crash

♡ tai who would always make the “im cold” excuse, when she just wanted to share the blanket with you

♡ tai who would wash your hair and place daisies in it when its dry again

♡ tai who would always offer you some of her remaining ration of food if she thought you were still hungry

♡ tai who asks you to cut her hair short for her after a few weeks in the wilderness, because youre the only person she trusts to do it right

♡ tai who made you a bracelet out of a vine, and you in return made her a daisy-chain headband/hat thing!

♡ tai who will audibly announce to anyone in the wilderness that you are her girlfriend, and she puts the emphasis on her.

♡ tai who builds you both an impressively proffessional looking hut in the summer

♡ tai who puts on a show of swinging her axe down when she knows youre watching

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pre crash van x yj’s photographer reader, maybe van notices a lot of the teams photos seemed to be focused on them? idk maybe it ends in some smut or just fluff whatever you feel <333

Rep Room - Van Palmer

pairing: van palmer x fem reader

warnings: some light !almost! smut, all characters are aged up to senior year (18)

A/N: i have not written in a hot minute, its its cringe its cringe, if its bearable its bearable.. i will get better with time!

requests are always open <3

Wiskayok High School VS Landmoore High School, the much-awaited regional game is on the rise! Its 2.43pm on a Tuesday afternoon and im sat on the bleachers with my camera, essentially looking like a total spy – (i am not) – whilst the Yellowjackets are in full swing of a very heated scrimmage, It was Coach Scotts idea for me to document the Yellowjackets’ success, so I have made the effort to show up to their practices whenever I can.

I give my lens a wipe with my sleeve and begin to take a handful of half-decent photos, god, some of these girls are not photogenic at all… oh and theres Misty... she doesnt know that she doesnt have to actually be here, shame. I snap a few shots of her anyway, she notices the camera pointing her way, and gives me a big wave, I wave back, shes a sweet girl.

They are now halfway through the scrimmage and my camera keeps finding its way back to one particular person – Van Palmer. The Yellowjackets’ Goalie. Ive had a few light conversations with her, the usual “have you got a pen?” in history, or the “do you mind running to reprographics to print something for me?” when van needs a couple copies of study materials printed, because its gotten to a point where i run reprographics, i am the designated printer girl, atleast, thats what van calls me. I do catch my eyes finding her in the hallways accidentally (staring at her by her locker on purpose) and ive begun to think about her more often than not. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m yearning after her, that might be a bit of a stretch (it isn’t. at all.) but she looks like she was made for the camera, the way she brushes her hand through her hair, the way she defends her goal almost territorially. its just so captivating.

As I am actively giving Van a photoshoot, I don’t know when, i was too engrossed in her, but I now realise she is staring directly into the camera, eyebrows raised with her tongue in her cheek, the unexpectency of the expression startles me - I end up quickly stealing a photo of her in that moment, looking at me like that.. for documentation purposes of course. I quickly pan my camera down and take a deep breath before looking up at the field, finally making eye contact with Van without the barrier of a lens. I can't read her, she looks amused but also, knowing? Like she knows ive been watching documenting!

3.30pm and they reach the end of their practice, I begin to pack away my camera into its sticker-clad case, and then I quickly scurry off back into the main building to print my photos, i did not wanna be approached by van.

Reprographics room has become kind of like a hide out for me, ever since our rep guy retired, I have been given the keys from the principal as per my request, as long as I “use it sensibly” I am unsure how someone could use a room with a computer and a couple printers insensibly, but I digress –

I walk in and sit myself down, taking out my camera and sifting through all the photos Id taken, theres quite a few good ones of Jackie, the captain, and some of a very just-happy-to-be-there Misty, and oh, wow, some good ones of Van, really good ones.

I insert the memory card from my camera into the computer to see the pictures a bit clearer, and then start printing, I have about 29 in total, so it could take a while. I click through the photos of Van on the computer, gazing at the bigger but slightly staticky screen - so maybe this is yearning, wanting.. so what? crushes are totally okay, im just documenting mine, and even if i-

my train of justifying-my-actions-thoughts is interrupted by a voice behind me

“Didn’t know this was my photoshoot”

I almost shit myself.

I turn around in my spin chair, visually stunned, hand clutching my heart

“Please, god, announce yourself when you come in, that was so creepy” I can barely breathe out

Van is incredibly pleased with herself; I can tell from her face that she wanted to catch me off guard because she knew i had been focusing the camera on her all practice

She leans over my shoulder from behind me and rests her arm on the desk, practically trapping me in, staring at the computer screen infront of us both

“Wowww, you got some pretty good ones, ill give you that” she murmurs

“I think they’re all good” I proclaim quietly

“What, you actually got some photos of other people? Its not all me?”

I let out an exaggerated ‘pffft’ “of course i did, i mean, look-“ I frantically grab for some of the printed photos, trying to defend my case with every inch of my being “look see! See! Misty! Right there” I jab at the paper I am showing her “and here!” I find the only other piece of paper that isnt her or Misty “Jackie!! i have some pictures of Jackie!!” i announce, sounding farrr too excited about my defense

Van is amused by the entire ordeal, she stands there, slying smiling at the photos, totally playing into whatever this was becoming

“yeah, of course, the Misty and Jackie photos are a staple in your collection, but you have... maybe 24 photos of me? Why is that?” she quizzes, smirking over at the now rather large stack of printed photos, like shes playing some sort of game with me

“you just, erm, the lens captures you quite well, and you, er, stay in the same spot at the goal so its easier to capture you still?” yeah, that was such a weak answer. my reasons sound more like excuses being pulled from thin air, and Im beginning to not sound so sure of myself.

I stand up to collect my prints when Van jolts, she grabs them out the printer before I can

“Oooooh! me.. me.. me laughing.. me stretching.. and more of me!” Van teases as she flicks through the stack

“Give them back! I need to put them in my folder!” I try and grab them back, but she holds them above my head

“what like, your own personal folder?” She teases “because i think this is too many copies of me for the yellowjackets folder”

I back her up against my desk

“Give me my photos” I whisper, inches away from her face

“You mean my photos?” She whispers back, challenging

we stand in silence, the tension is loud, it feels like our eyes are communicating, yet i have no idea what hers are saying

Van jumps at the opportunity to catch me off guard again, she drops the pile of pictures, & cradles the side of my face sweetly before pulling me into a heated kiss – it was messy. It was loud. It was it was desperate. It was genuine.

she gets needy, grasping at my shirt and pulling me in at the waist to try and get even closer, not that its physically possible – she flips us around, I’m backed up against the desk with her leg between mine. She lightly moans into the kiss, like she couldn’t be having a better time if she tried, my hips jolted forward involuntarily at the sound, looking for any type of friction

within minutes im desperately grinding myself against vans thigh, wishing she would just do something, she finds a rhythm of adding more pressure with her thigh with every roll of my hips, trailing kisses down my neck, hands under my shirt messing with my bra clasp, whilst im throwing my head back in lust

she stops momentarily “Do you really want me like this?” van breathes out against my neck, unsure if shes teasing, or asking

“i nee-“

rattle rattle rattle

are you actually being serious right now.

A voice can be heard from beyond the locked door (did van lock the door on her way in?), stopping our rep room rendezvous

“Janitor! We are lockin up now, everybody out”

“Come over later?” I look up at her

“Maybe I can watch you organise those pictures” She winks as she backs up off of me, grabs her stuff, and walks out the room, leaving me completely winded.

holy fuckin shit.

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requests pls!!

hey! my name is emery, im trying to get back into writing (i need to start enjoying it again) ‼️

itll be a little inconsistant, but ill write for

Yellowjackets

pre-crash/mid-crash:

- Vanessa Palmer

- Taissa Turner

- Misty Quigley

- Natalie Scatorccio

- Jackie Taylor

- Akilah

- (any other yellowjacket if requested, but not as confident with the others)

I WILL write:

fluff / angst / smut (i can try) / au!no crash / headcanons / drabbles / oneshots / ? full fics ?

I will NOT write:

hardcore bdsm + cnc / extreme kinks / male!reader / any male characters / g!p