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A/N: If you pick 1, you want a happy isekai fic. If you pick 2, you're willing to sacrifice other characters for the sake of saving your favorite characters. If you pick 3, you want stuff to be happy but you also want stuff to be bad—just the perfect blend of things. If you want 4, you want chaos.

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This is so fucking amazing that I'm crying now— THE WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN!!! 😭

day two - precrash romcom

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Hey guys! I thought you all should know that once I finish all my drafts and post them, I'll be going on an indefinite hiatus again because of personal matters to do with my mental health. As much as I am a chronically online person, I'm trying to limit myself more and be better. Hence why I'll be taking an indefinite hiatus after everything.

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A/N: working on drafts yet again!

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Max is precious. Hannah as well. We must protect the beans 😔

first meeting

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THEY JUST WANTED TO PLAY SOCCER ☹️ THEY WERE EXCITED TO HAVE A PRIVATE PLANE ☹️ THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME IN A WEEK ☹️ THEY WERE JUST TEENAGERS ☹️ THEY WERE SO SCARED WHEN THE PLANE WAS GOING DOWN ☹️ THEY JUST WANTED TO PLAY SOCCER AND WIN NATIONALSSSSSSSSSS☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

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Why I Think Jackie Would Work As A Coach If She Made It To Adulthood

A/N: I had this debate with @salfishdelish on what Jackie's job would be if she survived and this is basically the whole summary of it in general.

If Jackie survived in canon, I think she would have taken on the job of being a coach back at Wiskayok High. She would've gone back to the place where she felt the most important in before the crash—high school. As we all know, Jackie wasn't picked to be team captain because she was the best player out there in the field. But because she was an ideal leader. Someone who was charismatic, confident, and held influence over others. EXCEPT she wasn't, Jackie was only good at “trying” to be a leader. Pretending to know what she was doing, when she didn't.

And losing the following I mentioned eventually led Jackie to her inevitable death. Now besides what I've already said, I think Jackie would take on the job of being a coach because it would be pretty ironic and it's just how things usually work in their world (insert various ironic stuff other characters have mentioned towards others which was basically foreshadowing their fate). I mean, Shauna said it herself—although it was projection on her part—that Jackie would peak in high school.

As we all know, Jackie would literally crumble without having anyone by her side because despite appearing as perfect during the pre-crash timeline. She's incredibly dependent on others, and we see this through her actions with how she behaves in the earlier episodes before she died in canon. Jackie has a strong need to be in control, someone that's important and admired by people. And getting a job as a coach would not only allow her to hold onto that sense of being important, admired, and in control again.

But it would also provide her the feeling of being secured and that her position wouldn't be threatened by anyone like it was in canon. And in a way, instead of what happened originally to her? She gets some things in return to herself because of what she did for the team before the crash. Getting eaten by your own teammates who you've known and been with for years was just crazy. It was also doing her dirty. Because while Jackie wasn't the perfect leader for the team, she did try as best she could for all of them even before she did.

At least that's what I think ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Yellowjackets With Reader Who Always Wears A Cap Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: This is set during the cabin timeline. Lottie is just starting to unravel, so she's not fully into her prophet role yet. And Misty is unhinged, but not completely yet. She still mostly has it under control, but not for too long ;>

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie notices immediately. I mean, how can she not? Because who wears a cap all the time? At first, she just assumes it's just some fashion quirk of yours. And to be honest, she thinks it's kind of cute in a way. “Is there a bald spot under there or what?” She tried joking about it with you one time. But when she started liking you, she found herself looking at you with it every time. She noticed how you pull it lower when you're anxious or tuck hair under it before sleeping.

As time passed by, it became less weird and more... you. So when she caught you without it during one of the rare times she managed to wake before everyone else, seeing you brush your wet hair out. Jackie just stares. She doesn't say anything and just watches you for a moment. But later in the afternoon when she walks past you? “You look… nice.” She mumbled. It was barely audible, but you heard it anyway. She didn't look at you when she said it, and she never brought it up again.

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna is naturally an observant person. So yes, she noticed the cap. But didn't care about it until she realized you wear it even while sleeping. Even while it's damp from rain. That's when she gets interested in it and starts wondering why you wear it. She even began writing about you in her journal from time to time. “Mystery Cap Girl. I don't know why she keeps wearing that cap of hers no matter what, but she's probably hiding more than just hair under there.”

But then a moment comes when you're in the cabin, brushing your hair with trembling hands and she walks in. Shauna's brain seemed like it stopped functioning for a moment she stopped in the doorway and looked at you like she's seen something she shouldn't. “Why do you wear it all the time?” She ended up thinking out loud. “Because it helps keep my hair from getting messy.” You answered simply, staring at her. Shauna blinks once, then twice before laughing.

Taissa Turner:

At first, Tai doesn't give a shit about the cap. I mean, everyone's got their thing. But then she realizes you never take it off. Not even when you're half asleep. Not even when it's soaked and dripping. However, as time passed, she began to wonder about it. Even making up theories about it, like maybe you have a scar on your head or maybe you have a bald spot. Or perhaps you just don't like not having it on at all.

She tells herself she doesn't care about it at all. But then one day, you're helping one of the younger JV girls out because she got a splinter and your cap falls off. You freeze. Tai freezes too. She sees your eyes flick toward the ground like you're debating whether to bolt as her heart stutters. Tai picks up your cap and hands it to you, slowly and quietly. And later, around the fire at night? “You’re beautiful, you know. With or without it.” She murmurs. You feel your cheeks heat up suddenly.

Van Palmer:

Van is the only one who says something about the cap and teases you for it constantly. “It’s been two weeks, are you growing a second head under there?” She grins at you. She means it with affection, but there's also some curiosity with it. You're so guarded with your cap that she can't help but wonder why. And with how much you wear it? Van starts associating the cap with you. She doesn't think she's falling for you.

Not until she sees how your hands tremble when someone cries and how you always crack a dry joke when things get tense. One afternoon, your cap got caught in a tree branch while you were climbing. Van helped you down, and you didn't even realize it was missing until you were back on the ground. “Wow,” She said, breathless. You looked at her, an eyebrow raised at her. “Nothing,” She grinned. “You’re just… I didn’t think you could get cuter. But I guess I was wrong.” You blush

Natalie Scatorccio:

Nat doesn't comment on it at first. I mean, everyone's been clinging to something since the crash. And she's not one to pry, but she notices. She always notices. And when she started liking you, the hat turned from an odd quirk of yours to something she identified with you. Because you're you with the cap on. Besides that, she's already so used to seeing you wear it all the time no matter what. Whether you're sleeping, if it's wet, or if it smells. You're always wearing it.

So when she sees you without your cap for the first time while you're washing blood off your hands by the river? She stops dead. “You okay?” You asked, turning your head to look at her. Nat swallows slowly, before nodding. “You just—you look different.” She tells you. “Worse?” You laughed. “Nah,” She mutters. “Too good, actually.” Then she lights a cigarette after that, saying nothing more. But later, she does give you her knit beanie when your cap's too wet to wear.

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie doesn't question the cap, but she does wonder why you always wear it, no matter the circumstances. When she started developing feelings towards you, she didn't even notice it at first. Not until she noticed how much she always sat closer to you by the fire, and kept looking forward to doing chores together with you more than anyone else. When she realized it, she was caught off guard. You're not even her usual type (if she even has one), at least that's what she thinks.

One night, when everyone's preparing to go to bed, she saw you sitting by the window and braiding your hair with your cap off as you hummed softly. Lottie doesn't know what happened with her at that moment, but it's like she forgot to breathe for a second. “Something on my face?” You noticed her looking at you. “No,” She says quickly. “I just… I didn’t expect you to be so—” She stops. “So what?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “��beautiful,” She finished.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee doesn't pry about it. She thinks it's endearing in a way. I mean, she holds onto her bible the same way you hold onto your cap. It's probably a comfort thing for you like her bible is to her. People need what they need out here. And if you need to wear your cap all the time? She'll be respectful of that. But then she starts liking you without even realizing it. The way you're always so kind toward the younger girls. The way you always sit quietly during prayers, even if you don't join.

She's not sure what to do with it, but she doesn't deny it to herself either. And one afternoon, when she went to the creek to wash her hands, she saw you. Capless with your eyes closed, face to the sky. You were by yourself, just breathing in the fresh air around you. Laura Lee thinks this is the most peaceful she's ever seen you since the crash, before quickly looking away and going back to the cabin. Later, when you come back, she gives you her extra hair tie. “In case you ever want to switch things up.” She simply says.

Misty Quigley:

Misty never paid attention to it at first before the crash happened, you were nice to her once. And Misty being Misty immediately took it as a sign that you guys were “friends” with each other. She notices everything about you, and she immediately notices you wearing your cap no matter what. She tried asking about it once, but you just turned your head around and glared at her when she did. Since then, she hasn't tried questioning you about it again.

She assumes that you just like it a lot, hence why you wear it all the time. That is, until one night when you got caught in the rain after getting some firewood. Your cap was soaked, and she insisted on drying it by the fire for you. “You look… good,” She blurted out. You raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, not that you don’t usually! Y-You just—you have a nice head. Shape,” She looked away from you quickly. “Whatever. I’ll shut up now.” She rubs her arm nervously, cheeks a bit red.

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"I want a baby" BG3

Gale:

Wyll:

Astarion:

Or

@queenjayrogue also suggested:

Halsin:

Lae'zel:

Or

Shadowheart:

Karlach:

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Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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Women I would die for—

I remembered you can make collages on Pinterest and I fear I will not be stopping

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Yellowjackets Being On Their Period And Reader Taking Caring Of Them Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: This is either going to be disgusting or sweet to you. Maybe even both. But whichever it is, I hope you enjoy and devour! Also, let's ignore canon a bit and pretend that wilderness baby came a little late somehow.

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie is deeply uncomfortable with the lack of hygiene and privacy out here. She's used to having clean bathrooms, fresh tampons, and midol available to use all the time back at home. Now? It's just moss and rags. So when her period hit, she panics a little. Because there are no tampons, no midol, and no bathrooms. She's not prepared for this at all. She doesn't ask for help, too prideful to ever do it even from you—her girlfriend.

She snaps at people more than usual, especially at Shauna and you. Always storming out of the cabin after it to be alone. You noticed her pacing outside once, looking pale and pissed. Before deciding to sew her a cleaner cloth pad with scraps and warming a stone for her cramps. You offered her it and while she did hesitate to take it, she eventually accepted it. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She says to you one night.

You shook your head. “Well, my girlfriend looked like she was struggling” You shrugged. She smiles and holds your hold, muttering about how primitive this all is. “I feel disgusting.” She whispered, leaning her head on your shoulder. You kiss her temple, chuckling a little before telling her everyone on the team except a few might feel the same. Jackie doesn't respond, she just falls asleep curled against you and doesn't move all night.

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna doesn't complain about it. She just grits her teeth through her cramps and tries to act like everything is normal, even though she's clearly in pain. You noticed it. You always noticed it. So you asked if she was okay, but she just lied and said yes. You don't want to push her into admitting it, so you just let it go. Of course, that doesn't mean you're just gonna let her suffer in silence because she's too stubborn about it.

You help her with her own chores whenever you can—collecting firewood, peeling bark, helping with the rations, and even washing some blood stained cloth in the steam. You found her sitting on the ground for too long once, clearly in pain. And decided to sit beside her. “You should go,” She told you. But you don’t. Instead, you hand her some of the clean rags you’ve kept hidden for this exact reason. She takes it from you, muttering “thank you” quietly.

You offered her this soup you made from forage herbs you think are safe one night. “What if it just… stops coming?” She says quietly, eyes not meeting yours. You don’t ask what she means. You just rest your hand on hers. That same night, she lets you hold her while she lies stiff as a board. You whisper that you're there for her, and she doesn't answer. But in the dark, she reaches for your hand and puts it on her belly—gripping it tightly.

Taissa Turner:

Tai's first instinct when her period comes is control. She pushes through everything. Bleeding? Fine. Cramps? Doesn't matter. She doesn't complain but instead doubles down. Despite everything, she's still trying to be the responsible one—the leader. But she's noticeably more irritable and short tempered than usual. I mean, you keep seeing her snapping at people more. Organizing firewood piles twice, and pacing around a lot.

You noticed her limping slightly once and confronted her about it. “It’s nothing,” She waved a hand dismissively at you. “Just tired.” It is so not nothing. Because despite her trying to make it seem like she's fine as much as possible, you notice anyway. How she winces every time she stands. How her jaw's been clenched all day. You leave a cloth pad near her sleeping spot at night. And she finds you the next day to mutter her thanks for it.

Seeing how much she works around the cabin despite being on her period a few days later, you decided to massage her lower back. And Tai? She doesn't resist it. She ends up sitting between your legs, leaning back against you while you hum softly. She sighs like she's letting go for the first time in days. “I hate not having control,” She murmurs. “Of my body, my head, all of it.” You kissed the top of her head, and she exhales slowly.

Van Palmer:

Van is a mix of jokes and discomfort when her period starts. “I think my uterus is actively trying to kill me,” She groans while being doubled over on a pile of blankets. While she treats the whole thing like it's a cosmic joke and makes everyone laugh about it, she's in deep pain. You saw her wincing once when she tried to walk and wordlessly immediately handed her a cloth pad you stitched. “You made this?” She takes it, stunned. “Don’t get excited. It’s not cute,” You joke.

She laughs and says. “You’re the best thing out here besides the fire.” But even with what you made, she's still having trouble with her period. Because a few days later, you found her biting her lip hard while clutching her lower stomach alone in a corner of the cabin. So then, you made another thing to help lessen the pain she's experiencing in a way—a makeshift hot compress using your last clean shirt. You soaked in hot but not scalding water, before wringing it, and then giving it to her.

She calls you a genius and kisses you like you saved her life. Later at night, you sit behind her and spoon her while she mutters sarcastic crap about this being the worst camping trip ever. She grabs your hand and holds it gently. “But I think it's less bad because you're here with me.” She tells you quietly. For a while, you're silent—not knowing what words to tell her. But then you're smiling and laughing a little. “That's the sappiest shit you've ever told me out here,” Van grins at that.

Natalie Scattorcio

Nat tries her best to act like it doesn't affect her, but she's clearly moody and more withdrawn. Smoking more than usual despite what little cigarettes she has left. Oh, and she keeps disappearing into the woods more. Spending longer hours hunting, walking, and sitting alone. You know she's trying to power through the pain because you know her tells and you notice it all. The way she drags her feet. The tight line of her jaw.

You noticed her flinching once when she was bending over and gently asked her if it was cramps. She glared at you for a moment, before sighing eventually. “Yeah. Sucks.” She replied. Nat is used to the pain her period is bringing her. She's almost okay with it, actually. But that doesn't mean it's any less painful than it is. So when you pulled her aside one day to give her clean cloth and some herbal tea that Misty made to relieve her pain at least even a little, she blinks—confused as hell.

“Why are you doing this?” She asks. You shrug. “Because I love you. And I know how bad it can get.” You told her. And then Nat takes the tea, albeit hesitantly. You stay with her as she drinks it in silence before she presses her forehead to your chest and says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The next day, you asked Misty what else you could do to relieve her pain. You bring her a hot flat stone wrapped in one of your old shirts and set it next to her by the fire later that night.

Lottie Matthews:

When Lottie's period comes, she's wincing a lot because of it. You see her breathing slowly sometimes, trying to calm herself through the camps. And when her cramps get bad, you notice how she breathes differently when it does. You offered to stay with her near the fire, and she said yes with a small nod in response. She lets you warm a blanket and drape it over her legs, one of your hands resting lightly over her lower stomach. “It hurts,” She says softly.

“I know,” You whispered. “And you don’t have to pretend like it doesn't with me.” Lottie's hand finds yours under the blanket. And then she's whispering something in french. Something soft that you just smile at her saying it, despite not knowing what it means. The next day, you find her sitting outside with blood down her legs. She's looking at the trees like they're speaking to her. You gently touch her shoulder, and she flinches before softening when she sees it's you.

You brought her water and some cloth. You help her clean up gently, and she lets you. You notice tears welling up in her eyes as you hum softly while helping her. “You don’t think I’m weird?” She asks. “I think no matter what's happening to you,” You trail off. “That you're human, and that's not weird.” Later at night, she gives you the bracelet she's been wearing since the crash. “Something to protect you. Like you protected me.” She says.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee tries to act normal, but she's very embarrassed about bleeding in front of everyone. She tries to hide it at first, but then you see her wince when she kneels to pray. “It’s just... gross,” She confesses to you in the dead of night, after she leaks through her clothes. “I know it’s normal, but I feel... unclean.” You helped her clean up, before wrapping her in your jacket after. Then you braided her hair to calm her nerves, saying nothing until she breathed easier.

“God doesn’t think you’re gross,” You told her. “And neither do I.” She squeezes your hand tightly, her eyes a bit glassy. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane out here.” She let out a small laugh and then smiled at her. The next day, you offered her help and she flushed with shame. “I can’t let the others see.” Despite what you told Laura Lee last night, she's still very embarrassed about it. And suddenly, it gave you an idea,

And in the following days, you quietly made a safe space behind the cabin. You built a small barrier with branches and helped her settle there a few days later after you finished it, giving her clean rags and warm water. Then later at night, she jokes. “That wasn't exactly what I thought missionary work would be like.” You laughed, and she laughed too. “Sometimes I think god sent you,” She whispered, holding your hand like it was the very thing grounding her. “I love you.”

Misty Quigley:

Misty acts fine. Overly fine. “Oh, I tracked everyone’s cycles so we could be prepared!” She chirped. But when hers started, she was trying everything she could to hide it. Not because she was embarrassed about it! No, why would she be embarrassed about something that happened naturally to a girl's body? She just doesn't want to be needy. But then you caught her flinching while tending to the fire and gently guided her to sit. “I’m okay!” She tried resisting at first.

But you were very insistent, you even made her a tea from bark and herbs. She stares at you like you just gave her the moon. “No one’s ever... taken care of me like that.” She mumbles. “Well, that's depressing.” You commented. The next day, you found her cleaning herself near the stream despite her hands shaking just a little. You stepped in quietly, handed her a cleaner cloth that you saved, and just waited. “You’re not disgusted?” She asked, her voice small.

“Why would I be?” You replied. “You’re human. And I care about you because, after all, you're my girlfriend. That’s all.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly while avoiding looking at her so she could have some privacy. Later at night, Misty sits beside you and shyly leans her head on your shoulder. “Thank you,” She whispered. “What for?” You asked. “For taking care of me, silly!” She kissed your cheek. Maybe she should be more vulnerable, so you could take care of her more.

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I've finally made an AO3 for my headcanons, this is the link for you guys who wish to check it out! Sorry for the 1st actual chapter being about rules, but I thought it was only natural to do it that way because I'm pretty sure some skip reading author notes.