baby fever with nat. pure fluff. established relationship. no crash.
𐙚 as soon as the test comes back positive, she's treating you like you're made out of glass. she makes sure you don't bump into things or make great effort. "nat, i'm only two months along, i can carry these—" "it's okay, you just relax, baby." as she manages to carry three bags in each hand.
𐙚 some nights, you'd wake up either to go to the bathroom or grab some water, and realize nat isn't sleeping next to you. you wander off, looking for her, curious, and find her smoking a cigarette on the kitchen window, wide open as she rests on her arms, looking out to the night. when her head snaps to the sound of your steps getting closer, she'll either immediately put the cigarette out or move her hand away as far as she can. she's stopped smoking near you and is trying to drop it completely before the baby is born. it's hard but she'd do anything to keep you both safe.
𐙚 sometimes you'd be half-asleep on the bed or couch, with nat laying her head on your bump thinking you're fast asleep, and you'd hear her hushed whispers to the baby, talking about how much she wishes to meet her baby already, how much she's gonna support her, how she's going to be better than her parents, until her words get caught up in her throat (because she gets so emotional) and rests her head lightly on your stomach. it's such a vulnerable moment for her that you don't even bother teasing her about it in the morning. she'll deny it all anyway.
𐙚 secretly loves showing you off when the bump becomes more prominent. you'd be out shopping with her and run into some old friends or classmates and she'd have the goofiest grin on her face with her arm wrapped around your hips as they gasp and coo at your belly. she doesn't get jealous at all, the fact that you're carrying her daughter is enough proof that you're hers and only hers.
𐙚 one day, she notices you're looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, eyes raking along the new stretch marks that appeared on your lower abdomen with a slight grimace on your face. so, she makes it her mission to reassure you that you're still perfect and beautiful in her eyes. she kisses and traces her fingers along every single mark so softly it almost makes you cry, muttering praises against your skin.
𐙚 slow dancing in the kitchen !!! you'd both be cooking on a friday night, she puts some music while you're stirring the food in the pot, and she gently comes up behind you to wrap her arms just below your belly. she'd mutter how much she loves you and how lucky she is to have you as her baby mama, with her chin resting on your shoulder. she'd sway you from side to side to the slow rhythm of the music, humming softly. it relaxes you so much you almost pass out in her arms.
𐙚 when the baby's born and nat gets to hold her for the very first time, she's such a crybaby it's endearing, really. she sobs as happy tears fall down her eyes and onto the baby's face. she's actually the one who cries the most (more than the baby).
a/n. i had this in my drafts for like a month lol sorry
warning: sexual, pretty subby jackie, some light cnc (sleep)
a/n: i think i wanna do these for the rest of the yj too if y’all wanna read that (i also think that the other yj would be way freakier than my girl jackie LOL). also, i absolutely adore the pet name, anon!! <33
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Jackie is unbelievably cuddly afterwards, she loves having your arms wrapped around her and she always flings an arm and leg over you. Literally taking up the most space on the bed as possible. She’s also so whiney and sensitive, if your thigh or hand accidentally brushes on her, she’s whimpering in a second. She also makes sure to tell you how good of a job you did afterwards and always follows it with a, “You’re so hot.”
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Jackie loves arms. She loves leaving bite marks and lipstick stains all along her lover’s arms. She likes a nice set of legs too and even though she won’t admit it, it’s hard for her to pry her eyes off of your cleavage.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Jackie loves tasting herself. Her favorite thing is when you make her suck the juices off of your fingers. She also loves tasting you; she was in absolute shock the first time she made you finish and tasted you, remarking for days later how sweet you tasted.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Jackie loves getting off to your voice. She loves when you call her late at night to talk and your voice is all raspy and sleepy. She bites down on something and listens to you ramble as she gets off.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Jackie is somewhat experienced. She definitely has some things she has to figure out, especially when it comes to women.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary or cowgirl. Missionary, because she likes being able to wrap her arms around your neck and pull you flush against her body. Cowgirl, because she likes the feeling of rolling her hips on the strap-on and she loves putting on a show for you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Jackie’s pretty serious, but she’s usually pretty giggly before and after. If she notices you aren’t as relaxed as she’d like, she makes some cutesy pillow talk.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I would say Jackie’s usually clean shaven or trimmed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Jackie is loving, she’s nonstop telling you how pretty you are and how much she loves you. Her heart is unbelievably full from getting to do anything intimate with you and it shows. When it’s a chill night in; she takes her time to undress you, to really take in all of you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Jackie uses her pillow most of the time. She loves humping it to get off — even better if she listens to you instruct her or talk to her while she humps it.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise, Jackie gets wet at simply being called pretty. She also loves sometimes being a little rougher and getting her hair pulled or being lightly choked. She also likes spanking, but that’s something that she would not admit until way later into a relationship. She also loves being used in her sleepy, waking up and being fucked is a need for her.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Jackie’s pretty simple, she prefers a comfy bed, but she can’t help but also enjoy the public-ness of a car or in a random closet/room at a party.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Jackie wishes she wasn’t as easy as she was, but anything you do will get her going at least a little bit. What really does it for her is possessive touches; she loves when your hands linger on her hips or her waist or her ass. She also loves seeing your clothes ride up just a little bit — instantly wet.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Jackie wouldn’t really be interested in hitting her partners in bed. It would make her feel too guilty.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Jackie prefers receiving, but she does do both. She’s not as good at giving, but she becomes so determined that she improves over time. She loves when you pull on her hair while she goes down on you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Jackie is pretty fast, but tries to be as gentle as possible. She gets incredibly eager to either get you or herself off and can’t help but pick up the pace, but she always makes sure not to hurt you.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Jackie loves the idea of quickies. She loves a quick locker room fuck, IN THEORY, but then she stumbles out on the field and it’s like her legs barely work and that’s how most of her quickies go. However, a quickie at a party is the exception to this rule and she will pull you into a random room at every. single. party.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Jackie does like the occasional risk, but nothing too crazy since she gets way too loud and she does have a reputation to uphold.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Jackie wishes she could go even more, but the reality is that she usually taps out after two rounds. She likes getting off at least more than once. Jackie typically lasts a normal amount of time the first round, but she finishes way too quick if there’s a second or third round.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Jackie has a pink strap-on. She usually likes you to use them on her rather than her using them. She also owns a rabbit vibrator (get it). She prefers using you to get off rather than a toy though.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jackie’s usually way too needy to tease you, but when she felt like it, she would drag it on for as long as she possibly could. She loved to see you begging to touch her.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Jackie is vocal. She whimpers, she whines, and she gets so unbelievably loud when she comes. She loves saying your name a million times over.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Jackie loves sleepy sex. She loves when she’s all tired and you eat her out. She also is a big fan of restraints, loving the feeling of being used.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
We all know what’s inside someone’s pants.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Jackie’s sex drive is insanely high; one kiss and she’s squeezing her thighs together.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Jackie knocks out in an instant. She’ll sleepily mumble something about how pretty you are and then she’s usually lightly snoring (which she denies that she does). Her limbs are all over you, hogging your space and blankets.
he has a brazilian mother and a colombian father. he knows a little of both languages.
he's surprisingly good at math, but he hates P.E. and writing essays.
travis was friends with laura lee because they were childhood neighbors. and although he was born into a catholic family, he wasn’t very interested in religion. however, every time laura lee told him about god’s teachings or the bible, he always listened out of politeness.
he was the kind of kid who, before javi was born, often played alone — either by choice or because of his shyness.
when he smoked with nat, it wasn’t the first time. one or two times he had already been caught by teachers smoking behind the school skipping P.E, and he only didn’t get in trouble because he was the coach’s son (and because he begged them not to tell him).
he has a book of magic tricks.
he was always surrounded by older female cousins. even though he was very shy as a child, they made him feel included. but unfortunately, his father's side of the family was very sexist. when bill found his cousins teaching him how to braid hair, he told travis to go play with the older boy cousins, who were mean and made fun of him. he still knows how to braid hair though.
he was always a mama’s boy. his mother often defended him when his father kept picking on him.
he didn’t leave javi’s side when the newborn came home from the hospital, and once even fell asleep with him in his arms.
mari invited him to her quinceañera (aka her fifteenth birthday).
he was jealous of jackie for being the captain. bill was an workaholic and barely paid attention to the family, which led travis to envy and dislike the yellowjackets.
sadly, he was used to comforting javi during loud noises or fights.
he listened to cheesy, romantic brazilian music. some artists like rita lee, cazuza, and tim maia. his mom found out and travis, embarrassed, made her swear not to tell anyone. she secretly teased him for months about him having a secret girlfriend she didn’t know.
he was always a hopeless romantic and needy for affection and love, even though he learned to hide it.
𓂃🖊 summary; Travis and Y/N's relationship was… complicated, to say the least. After an argument, the two’s “relationship” had technically ended. Although, when Travis danced with Jackie at the made-up Homecoming party, tensions began to arise again.
beware; angst, then comfort, lots of cute javi interactions, kind of bitchy reader, teen girl edginess, multi-part oneshot cuz i yap.
click here to replace Y/N with your name!
a/n; i'll be honest, i haven't written a fan fic in a loooong time, so excuse the shitty writing. also, i am warning y'all this part is kinda boring, but i swear it'll pick up on part 2 🙏 reblogs and notes are very very appreciated!
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You weren’t fond of the ‘Doomcoming’ idea. I mean, your friend, Laura Lee, had just died, hunger was starting to be overbearing, and the girls were thinking about a damn party? But alas, democracy wins. You rummage through your suitcase, which was now teared up from the crash. Under the layers of clothes, underwear, and other miscellaneous items which you didn’t actually need, you find the dress you had packed for the award ceremony. ‘Well,’ you sigh, ‘I’m not going to wear this at the ceremony…’ you mutter under your breath, still pretty damn salty about that. You take the dress out, a black slip dress that reaches down to your calf. You rub your thumb against the fabric, it was silky and soft, as it was from the 80s. Your mother wore that dress to her highschool prom. She’d kill you if you even let a single drop of food fall down on the dress. But she wasn’t here now.
You get dressed, do your makeup with the little products you brought with you. As you drag the tip of your dark red lipstick against your bottom lip, focusing hard on the small, slightly dirty mirror in front of you, your focus drifts to a shadowy object behind you. In the mirror, you could see a silhouette just a small distance away from your door. Focusing on the object, you realise it was indeed Travis. You huff under your breath. His arms were tightly crossed over his chest, and you could practically see the tension in his clenched jaw. He squints his eyes, realising you could see him, and walks off, pretending that he wasn’t watching you. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. He was such a child.
You walk out of the cabin, helping support Coach Ben with your arm wrapped around his bicep. “I’m not the only one who thinks this is kind of stupid, right?” you ask, turning to face Ben, a smirk curling on your lips. Coach laughed lightly, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Even his laugh sounded tired, and you couldn’t blame him. “Well, if it makes you kids happy.” he says, his voice having an undertone of rasp in it. His smile faltered slightly, and the both of you fell quiet, as you reached the area that the ‘party’ was taking place in.
From a distance, it looked like a weird-cultish-ancient-ceremony type of thing. Everyone was dressed up in their formal wear, and with weird accessories on their heads, like deer antlers or masks. Approaching the ‘party’, the Yellowjackets started cheering, both your name and Coach Ben’s. Ben gave a tired smile and nod, raising his hand in appreciation of all the excitement. You chuckled a little, not sure how or why they all had this much energy and optimism. Searching through the crowd, your mood gets ruined once again. Behind the crowd of Yellowjackets chatting and drinking rotten berries, you could see Jackie, standing a little too close to Travis. She was clearly trying to get his attention, giving him the ‘eyes’. Travis didn’t bother looking at her, he held the rotten berry drink in his left hand, his body mostly faced away from her. Jackie played with her hair, her dress was a pretty pastel yellow dress. You could see it in her face, she was getting frustrated with him not reciprocating. Travis, on the other hand, was looking through the crowd, looking for something specific. He wore a dark green button-up, rolled up his forearm. His searching gaze and restless body language comes to a stop once he locks eyes with you. He just stares, in that dumb, ‘deer in the headlights’ look that was always hard-to-read. You give him a hard look, not looking too impressed with the scene in front of you. As you continue to stare at Travis, your gaze unwavering, you down your drink. The bitter taste of the rotten berries was definitely not enjoyable, but it distracted your brain from the view in front of you. The berry juice trickled down your chin, and you wipe it away with your forearm. You decide to ignore him.
You two were done, it didn’t work out, it will never work out. The whole relationship started just because of teenage hormones – or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. You take Coach Ben and go sit down at a log, where you spot Javi, sitting alone. That makes you frown. You always had a soft spot for the kid, often slipping him money whenever Coach Martinez brought him to practice. He was a good kid, which only made you more upset at how Travis had been treating him. The entire team had been neglecting Javi, and you tried your hardest every time to include him in the chores, chat with him, and keep him company. “Hey Javi” you smile, sitting down next to him, as Coach Ben sits down next to you, starting to sip his drink. “Lookin’ handsome.” you chuckle, ruffling Javi’s hair gently. Javi laughs, trying to swat your hand away, although obviously he didn’t mind it, continuing to giggle. You smirk proudly, and stop ruining his hair, pulling your hand away as Javi tries to slick it back. “Thank you…” the boy mutters quietly, looking a little shy, which makes you melt. He was too cute. “Aww, you’re welcome buddy.” your gaze goes down to his tie. It was messily tied, so you reached out, starting to fix it up and tie it. “Jeez, did your brother not help you tie your tie?” you ask, pretty annoyed. Javi’s cheeks redden, and he watches you fix his tie, looking embarrassed. “He showed me how to do it, but I forgot…” he mumbles, making you frown again. You take a deep breath, holding yourself back from cussing Travis out in front of the kid. You simply nod, finishing up his tie, then brushing his button-up shirt, which didn’t look ironed, with your palms. “Well, your brother is a loser anyway. Don’t listen to him, alright? You’re much cooler than him.” you say with a smile, trying to cheer the boy up. It works, and Javi’s face lights up, just slightly. You could see a little glimmer in his eyes, which bunched up as he smiled. Your lips curl up a little more, seeing him happy. You pat Javi’s shoulders, “Hey, you wanna go fill my cup for me, buddy?” you gently ask, as Javi nods, quickly taking the cup from you and getting up to go grab some more berry juice. You smile proudly, watching Javi walk away, then turning to Coach Ben. He gives you a faint smile and nod. “Javi’s a good kid,” he starts, “and I can’t imagine what he has been through.” he ends, letting out a sorrowful sigh. You nod, your lips pressing together, letting a hum in agreement.
Your eyes grazed the crowd, the energy was still high. Due to the lack of a DJ, the girls decided to acapella the music, which admittedly looked ridiculous. Suddenly, your ears catch Jackie’s voice yelling “Hey, what about a slow song, guys?!”. Your stomach drops, of course she would ask for that. She wanted to slow dance with Travis, of course. Of-fucking-course. You held back the amount of adjectives you wanted to call her at the moment, trying to remind yourself that you and Travis were no-more. Javi comes back, sitting next to you and giving you the drink with a little smile on his lips. You unconsciously take the cup of juice, your gaze focused on Jackie and Travis in front of you. You were almost zoned out. Everything else was blurred, and the only clear objects in your peripheral were Travis and Jackie. Jackie pulls Travis in the middle, as the rest of the girls also start dancing, everyone divided into couples. Jackie smiles and giggles and flutters her eyelashes at the tan, dark haired boy, as she grabs his hand and makes him twirl her around. Your hand automatically brings the cup up to your lips, taking a long sip of the drink, almost drowning it. The bitter taste hits your taste buds repeatedly, but that was the least of your concern. Watching the two twirl around, dancing close left a much, much more bitter taste in your mouth. The only thing that brought you a smidge of comfort was Travis’ expression. It was blank, numb. Like he was going along with this out of obligation. That didn’t really make you feel much better, but at least he wasn’t excited. A part of you, an admittedly toxic part of you that produced those type of thoughts you only kept to yourself, didn’t want him to be happy. At least with everyone but you.
Javi looks at you, expecting another tease or joke that you always told him, and it always cheered him up. He notices you were staring at something. His curious, innocent eyes follow your gaze, his mouth instantly curling downwards into a frown as he notices you were looking at his brother. He quickly looks down, fiddling with his hands. Javi was a kid, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that you and Travis had a connection, but you had stopped speaking for a few weeks. He noticed those things, but never spoke up. And he sure as hell noticed Jackie’s flirting. Javi’s lips twitched, looking almost upset. “I don’t like that girl.” he grumbles, his gaze stuck to the ground. You snap out of your trance, quickly looking at Javi. “What girl? Jackie?” you softly ask, trying not to be too obvious as you gesture towards the girl with the light brown hair and pale yellow dress. Javi nods and hums in affirmation. You sigh, taking one last gulp of the drink. “Me neither.” you grunt, the words feeling just as bitter as the rotten berry taste on your tongue.
a/n: first writing post? basically me projecting cause I am Jackie and Jackie is me
kpopstan!jackie whos ult girl group is twice after she accidentally stumbled upon the cheer up music video and fell in love with it. Her biases being nayeon and/or jihyo because she loves their confidence and how they're not scared to be themselves.
kpopstan!jackie who forces you into stanning/picking a bias in every group she likes (if you already don't stan them).
"come on please, just pick one" she whines all pouty. You sigh "okay, I like them....I guess" pointing at the first member that caught your eye.
kpopstan!jackie who sends you pictures of your biases saying "this is literally us y/n."
kpopstan!jackie who hates boy groups with the exception of ones she finds really cute or ones she loves the concept of (e.g. nct wish, zb1, enhypen).
kpopstan!jackie who takes you on album unboxing dates, and if you pull her bias she begs you to trade and if you don't give in (you do) she plainly just steals it from you next time she's at your house.
kpopstan!jackie who likes to dedicate time to lay her head on your lap and watch new content her faves posted while you play with her hair, and listen to the occasional giggles she lets out when someone does something funny.
kpopstan!jackie who shows you pictures of her biases and talks about how pretty they are just to make you jealous so she can kiss it away when she notices how pouty you get.
kpopstan!jackie who makes the rest of the yellowjackets learn choreographies during sleepovers, assigning each of them a member.
kpopstan!jackie who loves watching edits of her favorite idols.
One time you catch her giggling and kicking her feet while staring at her phone, you look at her confused eyebrows furrowed "what are you giggling about?" She looks up, slightly startled by your voice "oh, you know....just this nayeon edit" she mutters barely above a whisper, patting the spot next to her. you give her a 'really' look and take a seat next to her. You both sit there, jackie leaning into you, your arm wrapped around her shoulders as you both watch edits together.
let me know how I did because I feel like I write like a six year old that just learned how to write
Natalie Scatorccio Headcanons: favorite music pre-crash
Favorite album is The Velvet Underground & Nico by The Velvet underground but she tells everyone it's their more controversial sophomore album White Light/White Heat because she thinks the banana album is too mainstream
Teases Shauna for being a Weezer fan but secretly loves it too
Loves the Riot Grrrl movement, listens to Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill imagining a girl singing it to her
LOVES grunge. Nirvana, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, PJ Harvey, Soundgarden, L7, Babes in Toyland...
Went to NYC to watch a Bikini Kill concert and went STATIC when they said girls to the front. Cried watching Kathleen Hanna from so upclose
Gets really annoyed when people say Nirvana is better than Hole
Also when people don't recognize PJ Harvey's pioneerism in grunge music
Obsessed with The Cure. Her and Shauna constantly get on fights over which of the post-punk rival bands are better: The Smiths or The Cure
Favorite Hole album really is Pretty on the Inside but she's been really digging Live Through This because Lottie always puts it in her car when giving her a ride. They blast the music and sing along
Always gets high with Lottie and they listen to Dummy - Portishead
Her and Lottie found out about Kate Bush together. Her favorite album by the queen is Never For Ever
Jackie and Lottie put her on Madonna and now she LOVES IT, even though she mostly listens to rock she's not ashamed of it at all. Tells everyone how revolutionary she is. Favorite album of hers is Bedtime Stories
