"THE WAYNE SIBLINGS READ THIRST TWEETS"

Hi! Can you please make a yellowjackets RPG where us the user (they can be gender neutral) is really good at hunting but isn’t very talkative and likes to keep to themselves most of the time and then we go hunting one day and don’t return from the hunting trip when the user is supposed to and everyone is worried. Thank for all the amazing bots you’ve made so far.

YELLOWJACKETS BOT

Where were you?

You were never very talkative, not even before the accident, silence was your home and those girls were the opposite of your home, they were always screaming and arguing, especially now with Coach Ben's return. So the forest had been your home, just the whispers of the winds in your ear and some memories of the past where you were happier when the girls made noise to ask for a pass and didn't yell at each other whether they should sacrifice someone or not, when they started yelling again you just picked up her handmade bow and just whistled indicating that she would leave.

"They're taking too long" — Lottie says, sitting around the campfire they had built while waiting for the meat, in her usual lost tone as she looks at the forest that surrounds them

They were all gathered around the campfire, at this time they should have been heating the meat that you should have brought

"Why didn't Natalie accompany her like always" — Shauna shouts in an irritated tone with a concern hidden between the lines.

"Maybe if you weren't a-" — Natalie starts to speak but is soon cut off by Taissa

"Can you two stop? Maybe we should go look for them in the morning if they don't show up" — Taissa says as she tries to keep the fire going

But almost immediately after Taissa speaks the bushes move followed by the sound of footsteps attracting the apprehensive and alert looks of the girls

Yellowjackets

Note: I hope you like it, if there is any error with the pronouns let me know, thanks for the request. 😋

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

Yandere batfam x coquette!Twin x grunge!Reader Prt.3

Prt.1 Prt 2.

You left quietly, without a dramatic goodbye or a final confrontation. One day, your room was filled with your things—records stacked against the walls, black hoodies tossed over chairs, your signature leather jacket slung over the bedpost. The next, it was empty. A single note remained on your desk: I won’t be back. Don’t look for me.

They didn’t notice immediately.

At first, they assumed you were out—maybe brooding somewhere, maybe crashing at a friend's place. Then the days turned into weeks. Your absence became undeniable. That was when the guilt started creeping in. Not loud and demanding, but quiet, like an itch in the back of their minds that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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Dick found out when he was flipping through a magazine in a waiting room. He wasn’t paying much attention until a familiar face caught his eye. There you were, draped in high-end grunge fashion, leaning effortlessly against a sleek motorcycle. The headline read: The New Face of Rebellion - Gotham’s Own Moonlight Icon.

His stomach twisted. When was the last time he had spoken to you properly? Not just a passing "hey" or a nod, but a real conversation? He couldn’t remember. And yet, there you were, thriving, adored by the world in a way he never imagined. He felt like a stranger looking in, realizing too late that he had been absent from your life far longer than he wanted to admit. Guilt gnawed at him, heavier than any fight he had ever been in. You had once looked up to him, hadn’t you? And he had let you down.

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Jason saw it on a billboard. He had been driving through the city when your face appeared, a towering display of grunge aesthetic with an unbothered smirk on your lips. You looked powerful. Untouchable.

He pulled over, staring up at the massive ad. The realization was bitter. He had never thought twice about how much he had ignored you—never cared enough to check in. And now, the whole world saw you for what he had failed to acknowledge: important. Brilliant. More than just a shadow to someone else's light.

Regret burned in his chest. He had always prided himself on being the one who understood outcasts, the one who fought for the forgotten. And yet, he had let you slip through his fingers like you were nothing.

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Tim read about you through a business report. One of Gotham’s biggest fashion labels had signed a major contract with you, and their stock had skyrocketed overnight. He rubbed his temples, feeling a strange mixture of pride and guilt. How had he missed this? How had he let you slip away without noticing your potential?

He had spent countless nights obsessing over data, statistics, the rise and fall of Gotham’s industries—yet he hadn’t noticed the rise of someone who had been right under his nose. He should have known. He should have cared more. Tim had always believed he was perceptive, yet when it came to you, he had been blind. The realization stung, more than he cared to admit.

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Damian saw it on social media. Talia had sent him a message with a simple link.

"You always underestimated her."

He clicked it, and there you were, featured in an article praising your rise as a grunge icon. He clenched his jaw. He had spent so much time dismissing you, treating you as a nuisance. And now? The world adored you in a way he never had. The way he should have.

For the first time in a long time, he questioned if maybe, just maybe, he had been the lesser one all along. Damian had always thought himself superior, yet you had thrived without him, without any of them. That truth was unbearable.

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Stephanie saw you on TV. An interview clip played as she scrolled through channels.

"So tell us," the interviewer said, "how does it feel to be the face of an entire fashion movement?"

You smirked. "Feels like everyone finally caught up."

Stephanie swallowed hard. When was the last time she had even spoken to you? She had been so caught up in her own struggles, her own battles, that she hadn’t even noticed you slipping away. And now? You didn’t just leave. You had become something bigger than any of them.

She had always thought you were cool, but she never really told you. Never made the effort to let you know how much she admired you. And now it was too late. You didn’t need her validation. You never had.

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Cassandra had known before the others. She saw your face in magazines, watched clips of your runway walks, and knew exactly how much you had grown into yourself. But she never said anything to the others. Maybe because she knew they needed to realize it on their own.

She had always watched, always understood in a way the others didn’t. And maybe, deep down, she had felt it coming long before you ever packed your bags. She had seen your unhappiness, the way you had been overlooked. And while she had wanted to say something, to reach out—she hadn’t. That guilt sat heavy in her chest.

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Barbara was the last to know. She had been too busy. That was her excuse. But when she finally looked you up, saw the sheer scale of your success, she had to sit down. How had she missed it? How had she let you go unnoticed for so long?

She scrolled through article after article, watching interviews and clips, piecing together the years she had ignored. And with each one, the weight in her chest grew heavier. She had once been the one who noticed things first, who caught details others missed. And yet, when it came to you, she had been just as blind as the rest.

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Now, you weren’t just a grunge icon. You were best friends with Gigi Hadid, Zendaya, Sabrina Carpenter, and Billie Eilish. You were invited to the biggest talk shows, sitting beside Hollywood elites as if you had always belonged there. The industry adored you. The world watched you.

Your outfits? Always a statement. Leather corsets paired with ripped jeans and chains, oversized band tees tucked into lace skirts, fishnet stockings under combat boots, dark smokey eyeshadow and glossy black nails. You were effortlessly magnetic, the kind of woman who turned heads and owned every room she walked into.

And then there was C/N, your biggest fan. Their room was filled with posters of you—every magazine cover, every candid photo they could find. They admired you openly, idolized your effortless style, your sharp attitude, the way you never let anyone walk over you.

"She’s the coolest person alive," C/N would say to anyone who listened. They didn’t just love you; they adored you. And the Batfamily? They were just distant spectators to the life you built without them.

One by one, they all realized the same thing: they had overlooked you. Dismissed you. Failed you.

And now, you didn’t need them anymore.

The children are dead

pt 2 of Damien x Ghoul.sib reader

──► as the two siblings grow ever so closer bonded by the cold love of their 'adopted' family and the monstrosity of their past , life throws them another unyielding cruelty that breaks them both entirely.

Tw : major character death , child neglect , revenge

Edit ty for 42 likes !!

part 1 , part 3

I'm done dreaming.

ACT I

It was late December , the air around the manor was grim and chilly , nothing but haunting and a grim reminder that life was harsh and would never be easy. Damien clenches his fingers within his gloves as he attempts to soak up what little warmth he had.

Bruce and his other siblings stood before him in the patio , discussing events pertaining to last night's stake out. Damien tunes out their annoying , scratchy voices, but his eyes trained to every other possible corner of the room searching for them.

The grandfather ticks by, and the conversation turns dull , he had to hold himself exactly ten times from clawing Dick's eyes out whenever he'd call him a demon spwan or ask him who he's planning to kill. He's at his bloody wits until he see y/n's figure limping in.

Damien pushes back his chair and immediately launches himself towards them. They didn't have to convey words as his eyes already gave away how bloody worried he was with them. He can hear Bruce and the others calling him back, but he can't give a bloody damn about them right now.

He watches as y/n's bloody form lean against the doorframe as they slide to the ground like a limp leaf . Damien kneels with them and place his hand on their bleeding stomach - it was a big gash like a vicious creature took a bite out of them.

" Oh my God, we need to get them to a doctor-" he could hear Stephanie say from behind him, and Damien has never unsheathed his sword any faster . " Shut the fuck up and leave them alone " he growled.

The last time y/n went to a doctor , the medicine they used on them caused them to turn into a ghoul for three days straight - for three days his precious sibling was forced to be driven to insanity as their ghoulish form fought with what little human control they had left to suppress themselves from consuming humans.

His poor sibling wore ghoulish scratch marks on their arms and cheeks for months after their attempt at manhandking themseleves . He can see in the distance Tim opening his big trap to give his unwanted opinion, and Damien sneered at him . His sibling couldn't heal from their medication in his own world , hell - no medication could heal them , they had to hope to God they regenerated fast enough.

" Fuck off Drake " he sneered before crouching before y/n once again.

" What happened ?" He questioned them as he pressed him hand onto their wound to stop the wound from gushing even more blood. " Ran into another ghoul - no - he was an investigator from my world that kills ghouls like me - the undefeated ghoul investigator , Arima," they explained through coughing fits.

Damien stilled. He now knew the gravity of how extremely grim the situation became , the white reaper of his siblings' universe has come to end their demise . He remembered y/n talking about him , about how Arima possessed superhuman strength and his immense 'hatred for ghouls' lead the man to kill hundreds if not thousands of ghouls in his 18 years of occupation.

Y/n gave him a small smile . " I'll be okay," they reassured him . Damien just held them as he ignored the outside world.

Oh, how he wished he didn't believe them that night .

ACT II

January 6th , the night was quiet, and still , the moon casted its opulence across the streets of Gotham. A simply routine was instilled tonight , everyone had a simple stake out tonight .

It was the first night in years Damien and y/n hadn't been with each other on a mission for years - something he'd live to regret later . He found it suspicious, but Bruce insisted he needed to join him tonight to test him out as Robin and y/n had persistently encouraged him to go.

So here he was following Bruce from rooftop to rooftop as they stalked some of Joker's henchmen . For the last hour or so , Damien had checked in on y/n , and they reported they were doing okay and had just arrested some petty thrives for the night.

The hour was coming to an end , and so far, everyone but y/n reported in . Damien grew anxious , and y/n was always a timely person, so for them to be late was entirely unheard of.

Bruce reassured him that they were fine but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his stomach and it's not like Bruce ever cared about your existence to begin with - only cared you did what you had to do and the thought of it pissed him off.

Damien was now finishing up wrapping up his grappling hook when y/n's frantic voice buzzed through his intercom . " Help me - he's - come quick " came their frantic voice through the static. Damien felt dread weighing like lead through his veins as he clutched onto his own intercom.

" Y/n are you okay ? Where are you ?" He asked frantically but was only left with static. Damien immediately began to leave when Bruce stopped him.

" Damien y/n isn't important right now we have more important things to worry about " Bruce or rather batman says and he held his son by the shoulder . Damien harshly yanked it off . " Leave me the fuck alone - I am going to them and you aren't stopping me " He yells as he grappled off the roof.

Batman calls after him, but Damien ignores him as he grapples his way to the other side of Gotham city . His heart beats heavy in his chest as he appraches your last known location only to see the building left in ruin.

Blood splatters were everywhere, and ruins were left anew . " Y/N !!!!" He shouted as he grappled around the area , eyes frantically looking for your figure . He begs , prays to whatever God out there that you're safe as he continued further as he observes more buildings left to ruins.

Ruble covered the area as far as the eye can see , not a living soul in sight. Damien kept calling your name out , tears practically falling down his face as he continued searching.

Minutes ticked by dreadfully until he finally spots you. Your bloody figure lays there in a bed of red spider lillies. Damien lets out an ear, piercing scream at the sight . With shaky legs and arms, he approaches your figure . Your figure layed still as a gentle breeze blow, causing the spider lillies to brush up against your form like a warm blanket .

Damien holds your form with shaky hands as he keeps repeating no's over and over. Your dead brown human eye stared at him , soulless and unmoving while your beautiful red eye had a jaggery, long sword piercing right through it . Your right arm and both your legs were missing , but still - in the moonlight , you looked calm.

Damien grew quiet as he layed his head on your chest , no longer can he selfishly listen to your heartbeat and relish in the familiar love you bestowed upon him. No longer would he be able to share a laugh with you , your pain , your burdens , your bitter coffees to your exhilarating training.

He would no longer have any of those as now you lay dead , robbed from his safe embrace because life was too cruel and unforgiving and had to take away the one good thing he had his life.

He no longer felt angry at the world. No, he felt awake and mad . Be prepared , Gotham , for tonight two children died and your long awaited recogning is comming with nothing but cold , bitter , unforgiving blood shed.

A crow in the distance let out a war cry as Damien kisses your forehead one last time before the spider lillies cover your form one last time , shadong your innocence from the raging hell Damien is about to bestow upon the world.. A gentle breeze blows, and Damien unsheathes his sword, ready to bring destruction and ruin to the world.

dreaming world

prepare to be

awaken.

Part 3, anyone ?

TIMELESS

summary: what if neglected character was well-loved in our universe despite being so hated in her own?

(spin-off neglected reader x batfam)

DC readers were eating up the comic run, but it really got a big hit when Batman, on one of his infamous runs, met this homeless family , neglected character's family, and offered to raise the neglected character till they were 18 out of false pity.

So this HC is essentially us , the readers; the 4th wall is essentially reading comics , specifically those about the Batfamily.

So the Batfamily comics are released by this huge company called DC , where a man named Bruce Wayne tragically lost his family one night and, filled with rage and vengeance, became Batman.

The comic's continued run continues on, and we, the readers, read how he met every Robin and learn about their pasts ,growths, etc, from Dick's tragic start to Jason's demise. Tim's rather conflicting start and Damian's controversial add-in.

The company hadn't expected so many readers (us) to like this seemingly normal person. I mean, come on, the neglected character can barely tie her own shoelaces properly and is literally so socially awkward.

This, of course, backfires immensely since a lot of DC readers really like neglected character because of how easily relatable they are to the big audience .

Neglected character was originally added to the family as, like, a punchline and for filler purposes, especially for Damian and Jason to appear more vibrant and more in touch with the audience and since they were running out of ideas and thought batman saving neglected character could be a moment.

There was also a whole separate run for Bruce and Tim with neglected character—they were talking about some complex time travel whatnots to explain a sudden time jump in the comics, and poor neglected reader was just there as a punchline because she was too 'dumb' to understand what they weee talking about .This backfired on them, of course—it turned into a massive meme about how 'shit is so confusing even our goat (neglected character) can't understand this shii.

At this point in the actual comics, things were getting frisky in the family. The Batfam literally starts despising neglected character so much. She's literally a nobody who doesn't even try to do anything like saving gotham like them, and they're so much better than her, so why is she getting all the love ?

Like, seriously, why would anyone want to like some lowlife who can't solve cold cases in two days, do crazy backflips, and knows ancient martial arts techniques and ancient languages? Oh! Did they forget to mention they can do anything? Side note: they can !

DC really tried to push the Batfam propaganda for a while, trying to manipulate us readers into liking them, but it's so hard too when we as the general audience can't even relate to them.

Thus, neglected character's fanbase grew exponentially—literally to the point where DC had to make their own solo because of the high demand .

Neglected character whose whole solo run was just them trying to find themselves and distance themselves from how hateful and harmful the Batfam are—especially Jason and Damian. Literally, their run was just them helping people, like a close friend getting over a bad ex, to helping this one grandma open a bottle of ketchup.

Their run made a big hit—loads of readers loved how normal and relatable the neglected character is! Especially how she grows to love herself for being normal and just living for herself, which touched a lot of readers' hearts.

Due to the neglected character's striking popularity , the company literally had to somehow mention her name or her existence everywhere in every run they make in order for it to be successful .

Oh, Tim Drake is getting a solo run? Let's put the neglected character in the background of the cover so people can pick it up to read. Oh, Damian and Batman are going on a duo adventure? Let's add a scene in the trailer where they mention the character's name once so people can flock to theaters to actually watch their movie.

Jason and Nightwing are getting their own animated series? Let's have a short ten-second clip of them discussing a plan and name-walking in the background so people can actually care about the series .

Literally the entire Batfam's popularity and relevancy are dependent on neglected character because whenever DC tries not to mention or include them, readers and viewers, respectively, don't engage with it, and it turns into a huge flop.

There are literally a hundred videos on YouTube where they all discuss who the strongest/best hero in the Batfam is, and the neglected character always wins , despite not even being a vigilante, because 'the goat (neglected character) just needs a bad day and a reason to crash out, and ain't no one in the Batfam can stop them' , ' Give my Goat (neglected character) a bat and a reason to crashout and she'd no-diff the entire villains cast in Gotham' , ' Personally if neglected reader was there , this situation would of never happened ' ,' TRUST NEGLECTED CHARACTER IS GONNA SHOW UP AND COOK JUST WAIT ' , ' NEGLECTED CHARACTER PLEASE SAVE US FROM WHATEVER THIS IS '.

Like, the Batfam is really starting to despise neglected character even more because, seriously, what does she have that they don't? And the neglected character couldn't give a damn because they are on their 20th comic issue where they are going to Spain with their classmates and they somehow save their airplane from crashing by accidentally falling into the cockpit and somehow hitting a random button that stabilizes the plane.

Safe to say DC readers and neglected reader fans are eating this shit up while Batfam seethes.

DC might have accidentally fucked up by making a run where Batfam gets so jealous they go out of their way to hunt neglected character and kill them, but due to leakers leaking the run and fans literally rioting, boycotting, and slandering the company, the company literally had to discard the whole issue and release an apology statement .

People took to the net by storm, even those who never read the comics in their life were leaving comments such as 'Ain't no way they tried killing my goat (neglected character),' Ayo bro, what is this ??,' 'LEAVE NEGLECTED CHARACTER ALONE,' and 'Tis pmo, man.'

It's safe to say DC indirectly created a literal icon of a character, and they can't kill them off or make any drastic changes to her character, or her fans will cook them alive.

Batfam slowly starts realizing their mistake in hating the neglected character and begins obsessing with her , trying to earn her favor, while the neglected character is just genuinely confused because since when do they check up on her?

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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 :(

hi!

saw you're looking for request!!! maybe jackie taylor x f reader? pre-established relationship!

readers part of the teammmm. she's pretty much on jackies side the entire time everytime the girls start to be mean or disrespectful and all to jackie. when jackie goes outside after the fight, r goes to follow but jackie ask to be alone for a bit. she reluctantly agrees, but goes in and out of sleep the entire night, taking a few seconds each time to look at jackie. at one point she sees jackie in the snow and races to get her. jackies pretty much almost dead but r gets to her in time!

the other girls hear the commotion as she brings jackie in. everyone's in the living room, no one slept in the attic (for drama purposes I suppose lmao). r takes jackie to the fireplace and basically tells the other girls to screw off:p

hope this one is good! and thank u!!!

— looking out for you | jackie taylor

| w.c : 915 / request status : open ! |

Jackie stood outside, her breath a cloud of mist in the dark, the remnants of her argument with Shauna still echoing in her ears.

“I’m sure everyone back home is so fucking sad to be losing their perfect little princess, but they’ll never know how tragic, and boring, and insecure you really are. Or how high school was the best your life was ever gonna get.”

Is that really how Shauna felt? Is that how she’s been feeling the entire time they’ve been friends? After all those years?

You had been watching her from the window as everyone else slept, your heart aching for her.

You knew what it was like to feel like an outsider, to be cast aside, but for Jackie, it was something different. She had been there before, at the top of the social hierarchy, but after the crash, everything changed. She felt alone. She knew she wasn’t any good out in the wilderness, that she wasn’t much help, but it still hurt to see her teammates, her friends, pushing her aside.

When the argument erupted, you had stood up to Shauna in Jackie’s defense—you were always by her side. When the others turned their backs on her, you didn't.

You saw past her facade. You understood the girl beneath the perfect smile. Jackie was struggling, and no one else was willing to help her through it. But you were.

So when she left the cabin, you knew you had to follow. But Jackie, stubborn as ever, refused and said, "Look—I appreciate you coming out here, but I really need some time alone."

It was clear from her voice that she needed space. And despite every instinct telling you to chase after her, to hold her, you nodded, swallowing your concern. "Okay. I'll be inside if you need me."

You couldn't sleep longer than thirty minutes at a time after that. The tension in your chest was too much. You tossed and turned in your makeshift bed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, listening to the wind outside. Every time you shut your eyes, a fragment of Jackie's face lingered—her hurt, her frustration, her vulnerability. It was impossible to escape.

After hours of restlessness, you gave up and went back to the window, your eyes scanning for Jackie. And there, in the distance, you saw her. Asleep in the … snow?

Holy shit, it snowed. It snowed and Jackie was still outside.

Without thinking, you bolted out the door. The cold air was harsh against your skin, but you didn’t care.

You had to get Jackie inside. Fast.

By the time you got to her, she was barely conscious. Her face was pale, lips tinged blue, and her body was stiff with the cold. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale looking like a struggle. Panic surged through you as you knelt beside her, your hands trembling as you gently shook her.

"Jackie, Jackie, hey!" You pleaded, trying to wake her. Her eyes flickered open, and for a moment, she looked confused. Dazed.

You heard her murmur something, but couldn’t make it out. You gathered her up in your arms, lifting her carefully, her body limp against yours.

The other girls were gathered in the living room, having woke up when they heard you rush outside, their murmurs dying down as you burst through the door, panting and carrying Jackie. They all turned to look at you, but you didn't give them a chance to speak.

"Get out of the way," you snapped, urgency in your voice. "She's freezing, and I don't have time for any of you right now."

Shauna opened her mouth to say something, but you shot her a glare that stopped her cold. She knew you were serious.

You took Jackie over to the fireplace, gently setting her down on the floor. You grabbed a couple blankets, wrapping them around her. The fire crackled, the heat slowly starting to seep into her frozen body.

Jackie's breathing was still shallow, but at least now it was steady. You sat by her side, holding her against you.

"She's going to be fine," you muttered more to yourself than anyone else, trying to reassure yourself as much as you were Jackie.

Shauna stepped closer and crouched down, trying to take a look at Jackie.

“Jackie? I’m really sorry about—”

“Oh, shut up, Shauna! Don’t act like you care now. If she was out there any longer, she would’ve been dead, and it would’ve been your fault! All of you need to seriously just fuck off and give her some space.”

The room went silent and everyone took in your words. Shauna was stunned, but didn’t need to be told twice. She backed away and gestured for the others to follow her.

Wherever they went didn’t concern you, all that mattered to you now was that you and Jackie were finally alone.

You turned back to Jackie, brushing a lock of hair from her face, your heart aching at the vulnerability that was so apparent.

"You're safe now... I'm not leaving you."

The warmth from the fire began to bring some color back to her cheeks, and her gaze flickered up to your eyes, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles.

"Thanks," she whispered, her voice raspy but full of gratitude.

You squeezed her hand gently. "You don't have to thank me. I'm always going to be here for you, whether you want me to be or not."

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A/N : my first time writing for yellowjackets ! i hope i did ur request justice , anon 😓 ! also , sorry if the double spacing bothers anyone, i mainly just do it when i’m writing so i can read easier while proofreading! if i don’t do it , my brain mixes the words together and i lose track of where i’m at :’|

―୨୧⋆˚ Knee deep in the passenger seat :: pre-crash :: Jackie Taylor

If you had told me freshman year that I’d be making out with a girl I supposedly hated in the front seat of her car, I would’ve laughed in your face. And yet—here I was. Doing exactly that.

I hated you. At least, that’s what I told myself. But now? Now I’m starting to think that maybe I wasn’t mad at you—maybe I was just obsessed with you in all the ways I wasn’t ready to admit. Because if I really hated you, I wouldn’t be here, kissing you like I never wanted to stop.

I knew this was wrong. I was with Jeff. But somehow, this felt right. The way your lips moved against mine, the way your fingers tangled in my hair like you owned me—it was dizzying. Addictive. The kind of thing that makes you forget what’s real and what’s just a bad decision waiting to happen.

You were on the soccer team with me, and from day one, you made it clear you weren’t impressed. Called me a prissy little princess who expected everyone to bow at my feet. And maybe I should’ve been offended, but mostly, I was just shocked. Not because you were wrong—but because you didn’t like me. And yet, here we were. A messy, tangled disaster of a situation after an argument at a party.

You were hot. The kind of girl who made guys—hell, probably girls too—lose their minds. Ripped jeans, fishnets, black nail polish, that perfectly smudged eyeliner. The whole alt-girl fantasy. And right now? You were my fantasy.

We pulled apart, noses brushing, my breath coming out in a soft, nervous laugh. My heart was pounding. My brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought screaming at me to make sense of this, to explain it away.

"Uhm, that was uh—" But before I could ruin it, you just shook your head, shushing me with nothing but a look. And just like that, I shut up.

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GIRL KISSER NATION RISE! you guys didn't ask for this but my heart did! I am happy to say that I am a jackie taylor defender until I die! I love my wife!

day 28 - pick an actor and draw them

i owe my life to @yellowjacketsfashion for this one their work is insane

tboy jackie coming out for the first time. headcanons.

x reader, minor platonic jackieshauna && jackienat interactions, tboy natty shows up. for @cemeteryroadkill — surprise! sfw.

you're the first person he tells because he's terrified of telling anyone else. jeff? shauna? his parents? no way.

so it's you. it's always you.

you found him crying over it, trying to make himself look smaller in the locker room. when he told you you just held him and told him that he's perfect, that it's okay to be a boy, and that you won't tell anyone.

he gets dysphoric a lot. his hair, not binding, the way he dresses—it all gets to him. you find him at your house a lot dressing in the clothes he actually wants to wear, feeling a lot more comfortable when he's around you.

he decides against binding, for soccer's sake—he's way too scared of the risks to bind right now.

you help him with telling shauna. maybe he won't tell her right now, but that's fine. you get it. you weren't as close as shauna is to him, before he came out to you, and that makes telling her harder.

you manage to convince him to tell nat, though, since you know nat's in the process of socially transitioning. you're proud of jackie for telling nat and nat helps jackie with not feeling alone in his transition. obviously you're there for him, but it's nice having at least one more person in his life who knows who he is, really.

(plus, he's really happy to be talking to nat again.)

he and shauna have a long talk when he does finally tell her and he unpacks a lot of things when they do talk about it.

why he was always jealous when shauna would dress masc, why he tried to make jeff work, everything. it makes him think a lot about his identity.

you and shauna cut his hair together a couple weeks later. you hold him steady because he shakes enough for shauna to almost slip with the scissors and nearly give him a bald spot.

he's not the best at hiding his crush on you, and shauna tells you whenever he stares at you all the time. ever since you've gotten closer, you can't deny feeling the same way.

YOU'RE going to have to ask him to be your boyfriend, though, not the other way around—he's too scared of ruining your friendship to say anything

he says yes enthusiastically when you ask him out, and he dresses in his silly little preppy boy clothes when he takes you to see the movies with him

he's the cutest boyfriend. melts when you call him pretty boy or baby boy or your boyfriend.

ruffling his hair always gets him to blush the brightest red, and whenever you compliment him and tell him how handsome he looks he stares at you all wide-eyed for a second like he doesn't believe you.

it'll take him a little while to believe you, because he's still heavily dysphoric, but you'll do whatever it takes to show him that he's your pretty boy.