Post Planecrash!

hc! jackie has a crush on you and she doesn't hide it well.

jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: jackie having a painfully obvious crush on you while you remain completely oblivious.

warnings: characters are aged up, oblivious reader, jackie being possessive, jealous, clingy and over-the-top affectionate, jackie being awkwardly sweet, jackie as the most dramatic lesbian alive, not proofread.

a.n: oh hi! its been a long time...

jackie taylor, the golden girl of wiskayok high, was not known for being subtle. like, at all.

when she developed a crush on you? game over. everyone could tell. the team knew. her parents probably knew. heck, even the cafeteria staff were rooting for her. everyone... except you.

she would insist on walking you to every single class, even if her next one was on the other side of the building. "it's fine, I need the cardio," she’d say, hair bouncing as she kept pace with you.

whenever you sat together at lunch, jackie always had some excuse to sit as close as humanly possible. your thighs would brush, and she’d casually drape an arm behind you on the bench like this was some romcom where she was the suave lead.

her attempts at giving you compliments were both endearing and slightly chaotic. “that shirt looks really good on you! not that it wouldn’t look good off— wait, no, not like that!” cue her face turning an alarming shade of red as she stammered, completely flustered.

jackie was all about grand gestures. she'd bring you your favorite snacks without asking, even if it meant "borrowing" them from her teammates' lockers. r she'd "accidentally" sign you up as her partner for every school project ever. that was probably just her 'marking territory'.

her jealousy was comically bad. if someone so much as looked at you for longer than five seconds, jackie would swoop in like a hawk, throwing an arm around your shoulders and flashing her biggest, most obviously fake smile. "Oh hey, let’s go! you promised to help me with... uh, math homework!” (she had a solid A in math, by the way. that girl is smart.)

sometimes, her crush got the better of her, and she’d trip over her own words. “so... you wanna make out? i mean go out— I mean, hang out? like friends! or more than friends! or—" you’d just laugh it off, assuming she was being her usual goofy self, while she tried not to combust on the spot.

her teammates would not let her hear the end of it. “just tell her already!” van would groan during practice. “she’s not that clueless.” jackie would shoot them a death glare because, in her mind, this was a delicate, slow-burn process. it's all about romance!

she wasn’t above using petnames to test the waters. “hey, sweetheart, pass me that notebook?” she’d grin when you handed it over, your only response being a confused, “uh, sure?” her heart would leap even at that small acknowledgment.

one time, during a party, someone asked if you two were dating. jackie nearly choked on her drink while you laughed and said, “no way, we’re just friends!” jackie’s forced laugh after that? absolutely tragic.

despite all her awkwardness and dramatic flair, jackie genuinely adored you. she’d memorize all your quirks, from the way you scrunched your nose when you were deep in thought to how your laugh sounded when you found something genuinely funny.

if anyone asked her why she liked you so much, she’d have an entire list ready: you were smart, kind, gorgeous, and somehow still completely oblivious to the fact that she was hopelessly in love with you.

spoiler alert: eventually, her feelings would spill out in the most unplanned, dramatic way possible. probably during an argument where she’d blurt out, “because I like you, okay?!” only to immediately cover her mouth in horror.

and even though you’d be stunned into silence for a moment, when you finally smiled and said, “you should’ve just said so sooner,” all her embarrassment would melt away in an instant.

because, honestly? it was all worth it for you.

post planecrash!

after the crash, jackie’s crush intensifies tenfold. with no distractions like school or soccer, all her attention is on you, which becomes very obvious to everyone.

jackie insists on sticking close to you at all times. “we need to stay in pairs, it’s safer that way,” she’d argue, even though it’s clear she just wants to keep you within arm’s reach.

she’d hoard little things she finds that might make your life easier, like an extra blanket or berries she foraged. she’d always frame it like it’s no big deal: “i just thought you’d want this, that’s all.”

jealous jackie? oh, it’s dialed up to 100. if someone else offers to help you with something, jackie will immediately swoop in. “she doesn’t need your help, i’ve got it covered.” even though she could barely lift a bucket of water.

arguments would break out among the group about leadership and survival, but jackie’s main concern? you. she’d constantly check in on you, asking if you’re warm enough, if you’ve eaten, or if you’re scared.

shauna would initially try to protect jackie’s secret, but even she’d get tired of the whole thing. “jackie, just tell her. you’re already risking frostbite just to sit next to her by the fire.”

during the long, cold nights, jackie would find excuses to be near you. “body heat is the best way to stay warm,” she’d say, but the blush on her cheeks would give her away. that damn fag. (affectionate :D)

if you ever got hurt or sick, jackie would lose her mind. she’d hover over you like a worried mother hen, snapping at anyone who wasn’t taking your condition seriously enough. “she needs rest! and better food! and-” you’d have to calm her down before she worked herself into a frenzy.

and even though the wilderness is brutal and unforgiving, in that moment, her confession would feel like the warmest thing in the world.

Being the “it” couple with Jackie Taylor

warnings ! Way too short I wish I could add more for y’all

Pairing ! Jackie Taylor x gn!reader

• Everybody at the school envy you both, they can’t decide if they want you two or be you two. You two have it all.

• when you first got together, everyone was talking about it, not even really believing the rumors at first until they saw you two together in the halls.

• you two are ALWAYS together, you and Jackie are inseparable, always walking hand in hand and always sitting next to each other in shared classes and the cafeteria.

• you always go to her games and cheer her on and she’s always at your games if you play sports or concerts if your in any music activities!

• your relationship isn’t even for show either. you two generally love each other and want to be together. not to make others jealous or to make yourselves look good. you both have a bond that no one can break :3

• unfortunately being the popular “it” couple has its cons. rumors are constantly being spread, that one or both of you are cheating on eachother, but you both knew they were just stupid talk in the halls and ignored it.

• she’s insanely protective over you, rumors about just you in general. Rumors only about you, not about your relationship, are always immediately shut down by her and her friends.

First Jackie headcannons

Please give more requests because thinking for stuff is insanely hard for me because I don’t have much creativity :(

natalie scatorccio pushing down her love for women her entire life, until the plane crashes.

she's always had a crush on you, even if she'd never admit it. she always felt like she couldn't act on it because people would hate her even more, but she stops giving a fuck after a few months in the wilderness.

you'd be the one to kiss her first. maybe while swimming in the lake in the first season, y'know? swimming together and she just looks so pretty with her hair wet and shit. you just can't resist the urge to kiss her, and who could ever resist that?

so you're in the shallower parts of the lake, calling her to come closer to you. nat barely has time to ask "what?" before you're cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

i think it's safe to say that she never pushed her love for you back down after that

wilderness baby surviving somehow and nat getting the WORST baby fever watching you take care of him. you’re bouncing him as shauna carves up the deer nat brought back that day, babbling back to him and hes giggling bc yes!! this lady is speaking my language!! and nat is just like huh….maybe i Do want that someday. only with you, of course.

ohh the nat baby saga continues

you're always saying you just wanna be helpful to shauna but ohhh it is so obvious you love spending time around the baby!! whenever shauna can't put him down and he's crying she so relies on you to handle it and best believe you are MORE then happy to do it!!

and natalie is always in the shadow, watching you with heart eyes while you're playing peekabo with the little one

reader who like akilah who is the designated animal caregiver, is the baby's caregiver which also makes shauna be softer around nat

and nat is just SALIVATING all the time

"Hey babe." She says, approaching the two of you "Oh hi! C'mon dear, say hi to mama Nat." You joke, praying that Shauna didn't hear you, little did you know of the effect it had on Natalie "You two having fun?" She asks with the stupidest lovesick smile on her face - to which you nod, rocking the kid In this moment, the girl above you decided that her sole purpose was to get the fuck out of here and spend her settlement money on IVF

Not 5 minutes ago I was going to bed to sleep and I had another idea, (Our reader is a lesbian woman )Like they are fucking absent And one day they are at a dinner (she was forced to go) and they introduce a woman to her. and the main character kept talking about a woman (I'm going to put a name but you can change it)

Woman: "You're pretty cool, but tell me...who is Raven?"

Reader: "she ia my wife."

Batfamily:"..."

Woman:"..."

Reader:"..."

Woman: "anyways, I-"

Batfamily:"What do you mean you're married?"

Reader: "Well... sorry? But like, it's been 7 years? We even adopted a girl! Clarisse! Like, you've seen her SO MANY times. "

It was supposed to be a quiet night in. Just you, Raven, and Clarisse. Maybe some takeout and that cheesy cooking show Raven hates but watches with you anyway because she likes the way you smile when the chefs mess up.

But instead—you were here. Sitting stiffly at Wayne Manor’s painfully long dining table, in a dress you didn’t pick, surrounded by people who were supposed to be family, but felt more like strangers who used to know you.

Bruce cleared his throat, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“This is Juliana. She’s—uh—friends with Barbara.”

Tall. Gorgeous. Polished. Juliana smiled at you kindly, taking the seat beside you. Her perfume was too floral. She had perfect posture. She probably knew exactly which wine paired with which meal. She looked like everything the Batfamily would approve of.

Too bad they were about seven years late.

“So,” Juliana started, trying to break the awkward tension. “You’re pretty cool, but tell me... who is Raven?”

You blinked.

“My wife,” you said simply.

...

Juliana paused, eyebrows lifting. “Oh.”

Silence.

You could hear Bruce blink. The fork in Jason’s hand clinked against his plate. Tim straightened up like he just got smacked by the Oracle. Damian was squinting at you like you’d just spoken in tongues.

“What do you mean you're married?” Barbara asked, voice sharp.

You took a slow sip of your drink. “Well... sorry? But like, it's been seven years? We even adopted a girl—Clarisse. Like, you’ve seen her SO many times.”

Dick looked like his brain crashed. “That little girl… at the gala?”

“Yes. That was my daughter. You guys said she had your eyes.”

Juliana glanced around. “Sooo... anyway, I—”

“You're married?!”

“Yes,” you said again, coolly. “To a woman. Her name is Raven. You know, violet hair, gorgeous, sharp sarcasm, magical abilities that could destroy dimensions—ringing any bells?”

Bruce's knuckles were white on the tablecloth.

Tim muttered, “You said you were busy those years. You never mentioned—”

“I did,” you cut in, voice smooth but icy. “You just didn’t listen.”

The silence was heavier now. No one could look you in the eye.

And for once? That felt like justice.

hii :)

do you have any hcs for jackie as an older sister? (yellowjackets)

𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥 ┊ 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

n/a. yesss ofc, i love older sister jackie <33

⊹ ࣪˖ She’s definitely protective, especially because she’s sort of the unofficial queen bee in your high school, which means that she knows everything about the whole ‘social scheme’. She’s always looking out for you, making sure that none of Jeff’s jock friends hit on you. It isn’t that uncommon though, after all, everyone at school knows you because of her.

⊹ ࣪˖ When it comes to dating or hook-ups, she’s quite protective. She lets you do your thing, but at the same time she’s judgy. “I mean they're cute but… Why don’t you go out with x instead? They're cooler,” she suggests, trying to persuade you.

⊹ ࣪˖ And if she ever sees you with someone she knows is a player, she literally forces you to never speak to them again. And if you don't listen, she def makes up a lie and pulls the older sister card in front of your parents so that you get in trouble.

⊹ ࣪˖ But being the little sister of the popular girl has its benefits too, for instance, she lets you come with her to a lot of parties — though she only lets you hang out with people she knows, probably because pretty much everyone there is older than you.

⊹ ࣪˖ Also, dating Jackie means getting unlimited rides from Jeff.

⊹ ࣪˖ She helps you do your makeup and pick out your outfits — she respects your own style tho.

⊹ ࣪˖ She doesn't want you to be trapped in the same never-ending cycle of living up to your parents' expectations as she is, so she tries to make your life as comfortable as she can — and while she loves to influence you, she also wants you to grow into your own person, not a mini version of herself. She wants the best for you — even if she doesn't directly say it.

⊹ ࣪˖ Sometimes you get a bit annoyed tho, because it feels like she's always trying to influence your decisions. But deep down, you know she's just looking out for you and trying to help you avoid making the same mistakes she did.

⊹ ࣪˖ Jackie's also the kind of sister who knows how to brighten your mood and bring an instant smile to your face. And if u're having a shitty day and she can't make you laugh, she'll do everything she can to bring you comfort.  "We're gonna figure this out together, okay?” she assures you with a gentle smile, enveloping you in a warm hug.

⊹ ࣪˖ She always tries to look happy around you tho — well, at least when she's not scolding u lmaoooo. Sometimes you wish she would let her guard down and be more vulnerable with you. It feels like she's always putting up this facade of the perfect popular girl, and you just want her to know that it's okay to be herself around you.

⊹ ࣪˖ But despite that, Jackie loves you unconditionally, and you know that if you ever need her, she'll be there in a heartbeat.

it was cool nothing fire nothing broke

Man, I've been obsessed with the isekai trope lately. I've been imagining a scenario where the reader gets isekai'd into a yandere romance story as a side character. You're not the main character or a love interest. You replaced a nameless character who was solely created in the story to be killed off by the yandere love interests to further the plot.

After realizing that's the role you took on, you devise a plan to re write the story to keep yourself alive.

In the official plot, your death was the cause of getting too close to the main character. Your positive relationship with them was considered a threat to the yanderes, and so they wiped you out of the picture.

So, as any semi intelligent individual would do, you decided to avoid the main character completely.

I'd like to imagine the reader wasn't well informed of this story, didn't know who the yans were, and accidentally befriended them before they even got a chance to develop any feelings for the main character. You jumped into their lives before the events that led into the original storyline. Earning their trust and unfortunately causing some peculiar emotions in them to develop.

This fucks up the whole plot. I mean, that was your plan. You just weren't trying to fuck it up so bad that you unintentionally attracted multiple yans who decided you were the perfect match for them. You were a joy to be around. You were far more intertwined in their lives than the previous main character ever was. It was generic with them and their story. A boring, "yan see's their darling from afar for the first time and falls in love on sight." Type plot.

But with you, it was so much more personal. They grew to love you for way more than just your looks. They got to know you as a person before any sort of feelings of devotion could form.

This made their efforts to claim you so much worse than they ever were in the original plot. They were much more sinister and brutal. They usually only did massive amounts of stalking, blackmail, and the occasional murder when it came to the canon story, whereas they went all out for you.

Kidnap, murder, torture, blackmail, stalking, theft, harassment, etc. Everyone around you was a threat in their eyes. Everyone around you didn't deserve you.

By the time you realized what you've done, what you've created, its far too late to fix your mistake. You attempted to break off the friendships, avoiding them at all costs, closing yourself off and spending your time trying to find a way back to your original world.

But they don't take kindly to that. Not after everything you guys have been through. Before you could find the key back home to your world, you'd be whisked away, having your new world be the confines of your yans humble abode, away from society.

Bonus option: You attempt to bring the original main character back into the plot in hopes they could redirect the yandere back into chasing them and get them off your back. But why would they need this stranger? They don't know them like they know you. And they could care less to even try to get to know them. So, the original main character ends up taking on the role you were supposed to be. The side character who was meant to die to further the plot.

You're the main character now.

vanijeanne is like the funniest ship ever actually. the best i can even describe what i mean is the scenario that jeanne is waiting for vanitas to come outside to join her for dinner and she goes back in and sees him with a mud mask and cucumbers on his eyes and also mozart is playing in the room he’s just like “i’m sorry for making you wait but you know i can’t rush perfection, mon cheri”

they’ll watch soap operas together and vanitas is straight up bawling the whole time but jeanne simply can’t move past the fact that the main girl is a dumb slut who had all of this coming and checked out ten mins ago 

Ppl like grumpy x sunshine more than “paint me like one of your French girls” and I mean- if you’re making a series and go for the most votes… can you at least make a one shot on “paint me like one of your French girls”?

Please? For me? 🥺🥺🥺

For the brains behind soul painter?? 👉👈

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You’d painted before. Hundreds of pieces. Thousands of strokes. But never like this.

She lay there—draped across your studio couch, nude in the golden light, all sharp angles softened by the glow of sunset filtering through the window. A living masterpiece. Every curve a siren’s call.

And still—still—you weren’t looking at her the way a man would. You looked like an artist possessed.

She watched your eyes flick from her hip to her collarbone. Your tongue flicked across your lip as you mixed another color. The veins in your hand flexed as you clenched the brush tighter—focused. Your jaw locked, then twitched.

God, the control in you was intoxicating.

She’d stripped down thinking you’d tease. Maybe flirt. But no.

You were silent.

Worshipping her with the way you looked at her… but not like a lover.

Like an addict.

She shifted, slowly—just enough to make your gaze falter.

It did.

You paused.

Eyes flicked to hers.

“Don’t move,” you said, voice husky, low.

She smirked. “Why not?”

“Because,” you said, eyes dropping back to her form, “this light on your hip—if it slips, I’ll lose it.”

Her brows lifted. “So serious.”

You didn’t reply. Just lifted the brush and went back to it.

She stared at your forearms—taut under the rolled sleeves. At the muscles shifting under your shirt as you painted. At your hands. Those hands.

Veins raised, fingers stained with dried pigment, moving with such control it made her knees press together, even from where she laid.

You didn’t notice.

But then you turned.

And she saw your back.

Shirt pulled tight between your shoulders as you reached for a rag. Muscles dancing as you adjusted your stance. She exhaled hard.

“You’ve been painting me for over an hour,” she said, voice breathy.

You glanced over, surprised by the interruption.

“Is it not working?” you asked.

“No,” she said, sitting up slightly, eyes dark. “It’s working too well.”

You blinked.

She stood, unapologetically nude, walking toward you slowly. “I was trying to be your muse. But I’ve been watching you this whole time, and I realized—”

She touched your chest, eyes raking over your body.

“You’re the art.”

Her hand moved down. Over your abs, slow and reverent. “You don’t even know, do you? The way you look when you’re painting. That jaw. Those back muscles. The veins in your hands—”

She took one in her fingers. Kissed your knuckle.

“—I want them on me.”

You dropped the brush.

And when you kissed her, it wasn’t frantic. It was reverent. Careful. Like she was another canvas and you were building her color by color.

She reached for your shirt, sliding it off slow, dragging her fingers across the grooves in your back like she’d studied them. She kissed each one, from shoulder to spine.

“You gonna finish that painting?” she whispered, breath hot on your skin.

“Later,” you murmured.

Because right now?

You were the brush. She was the canvas. And the art was made in every slow, aching, soul-painted touch. A/N: Fuck you, now I'm horny 4 this man (I meant it as a joke btw)