#Mari nolastname

[themonstrousother]

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

[sentientsnakeskin]

Why do all these characters have nicknames and why can i never clock them. I’ve spent the whole time in the yellowjackets fandom slowly figuring out everyone’s given names from their nicknames and it’s psyching me out. It took me so long to figure out that lottie’s given name was charlotte and every time i remember that van’s given name is vanessa i have a miniature heart attack. Mari’s full name is probably maria. Fuck. Gen’s full name is probably genevieve. Shit. Jackie might be short for jacqueline. Crying rn. The fifth season is gonna come out or smth and tell me misty’s real name is mysterious quigley and i’ll have no choice but to keel over and die

[susiemyersonislifegoals]

My favorite thing about Mari is she is canonically dumb. Pick a fight with the butcher. Insult the girl who knows you were dumped for someone's cousin. Dump some mushrooms that appeared out of nowhere from the girl who is a known poisoner into the stew. It will require no suspension of disbelief when she falls right back into the same pit Ben found her in.

[nalfae]

shaunamari.. marishauna if you will.. enemies to lovers soon . I'm a believer

[madamcoheed216]

Mari getting promoted from Mari NoLastName

[gorgeys]

purple tongues ★ mari ibarra x fem!reader

some couples measure their love in pictures, or flowers, or kisses.  you and mari measure yours in slurpees.

word count: 2700 warnings: maybe mari a little ooc?

a/n: this is barely edited so it's a little rough around the edges

also this is supposed to be the first part of that big mari fic i was teasing here. i started writing a part 2 with more snapshots of mari and reader's relationship in the future but it might never get done who knows.

missing my shayla sm 💔💔

it started the night before everything began.  the night before you left for nationals.

you and mari had ditched the bonfire party early on, mari claiming "this looks like a scene out of can't hardly wait, minus anyone fuckable."  instead, the two of you walked down the lonely, dark neighborhood roads, music fading out of earshot and hands brushing with each step.

mari filled the silence by making fun of everyone's outfits that night just to hear you laugh.  you filled the space by leaning into her side and finally grabbing her hand, which left mari's heart thumping against her rib cage.  until you both stumbled across wiskayok's only 7/11.

sure it was cramped and old and smelled like weed, but the way mari opened the door for you and drawled "after you, milady," made it seem like the fanciest place in town.  you laughed all the way to the slurpee machine, mari guiding you with a hand on the small of your back, where you both reached for big gulp cups.

"half cherry, half coke," you say, filling your cup to the brim.  "just like god intended."

mari scrunches up her nose in disgust, but it's more cute than anything.

"no, no, no.  see, you gotta get blue raspberry like a real adult," mari says as if she's enlightening you.

"yeah, right."  you roll your eyes, but your smile speaks volumes.

she grabs a few crumpled dollar bills from the back pocket of her jeans and throws them down on the counter like it's not even a question that she's paying for you.  then she tugs you by the hand out the door and finds a nice spot on the curb illuminated by the overhead streetlight.

she outstretches her legs and lazily leans back on one hand, the other bringing the straw to her lips.  she moans dramatically after taking her first sip.

"enjoying that?" you ask, glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow.

"oh yeah," she says, grinning back.  "a thousand calories and enough artificial sweetener to kill a horse.  nationals here we come!"

you laugh, the sound mari's come to love so much, before taking a sip of your own.

there's a beat of silence.  it's something mari used to hate, but has come to understand since meeting you.  she actually finds herself enjoying the quiet when it's shared with you.  still she's always one to break it.

"isn't this so much better than getting puked on by randy walsh?" 

you look over at her and grin.  because yeah, that had actually happened last year and she would spend the rest of her years teasing you about it.  but you also smiled because there was no one else you'd rather be with.

"yeah, it really is," you say, breathlessly and genuinely.

when mari turns and sees the way you're looking at her, full of love and everything she doesn't think she deserves, she feels like her heart might as well jump out of her chest and into your hands. because mari, whose first language is sarcasm and shit talking, somehow harbors a soft spot in the shape of you.

"don't look at me like that," she says, but her words lack the bite they usually have.  her eyes flicker down to the asphalt, a similar smile spreading across her face.

you lean in closer, lowering your face so she's forced to meet your eyes.  mari's the opposite of shy, so you can't help but take advantage of moments like this, when she's nervous to show how much she really cares.

"like what?" you ask, a teasing edge to your voice.  like you already know what she's going to say.

"like you love me or something," she says, trying and failing to sound casual.  she looks back up at you, leaning back on her hand with that easy smirk.

"but i do," you say, resting your cheek against your knee, still smiling up at her.

"obviously, you dork."

a breathy chuckle pushes past your lips before you cup her face in your free hand.  your lips meet hers halfway in a strong, sure kiss.  it's not perfect by normal standards --both of your lips are freezing and taste like artificial sweetener and you can hear boys shouting on the other side of the parking lot.  but in that moment, it feels perfect to the both of you.

when mari pulls back she grins like she's just won the lottery.

"i love you too," she says, the words rolling off her tongue more naturally than her own name.

you smile, reaching down and interlacing your fingers with hers on the pavement.  you don't have the guts to say it, but a part of you is thinking it: maybe this could be forever.

if you had known that was going to be your last taste of normal, you would have stayed there even longer, would've bought mari another slurpee, would've kissed her one more time under the neon sign of the store.  instead, you walked her home an hour or two later, kissing her cheek at the door and whispering how beautiful of a night it had been with her.

the next time you think about slurpees, you're a thousand miles deep in the canadian wilderness.  you're starving, borderline freezing to death, and you've just watched your closest friends die.

you're tucked under as many blankets as you could find, legs tangled with mari's beneath them as you try to keep out the cold of the approaching winter.  your faces are so close that you can feel her warm breath fanning against your nose, a welcome reminder that she's still there.  she can feel your hand trembling as it holds onto her arm and the way you stiffen each time a strong gust of wind enters the hut, as if you're waiting for something bad to happen.

you think she might be asleep until you feel her fingers start to trace your cheekbone.  her touch is so gentle you have to question if it's really there or if you're just imagining it.

"do you remember our last night?" she whispers.

you open your eyes, and from the way the moonlight reflects off of them, mari knows you do.

"i think about it all the time," she confesses.  "when i can't sleep, i just try to remember you that night.  how pretty you looked under the streetlight and how stupid i was for not telling you then."

your lips curl into a weak, sad smile.

"and how you threw your head back and laughed at everything i said, even when it wasn't funny.  and-and how everything felt perfect when you held my hand."

"mari..." you whisper, leaning forward so your forehead rests against hers.

"and how happy you were to just be there with me.  i'm scared i'll never see you like that again."

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears start to swell.  you haven't cried in a while, but as every sight, sound, and taste from that night comes rushing back to you, you suddenly realize how much you've lost.

"i'm scared too, mar," you say, hand moving from her arm to her cheek.  "and i don't know what to say to make it better."

mari exhales, shaky and slow, like she's trying to keep it together for you.

"you don't have to say anything.  it's just...my favorite memory.  you're my favorite memory.  even if you do get that disgusting cherry coke mix that tastes like battery acid."

"shut up," you laugh quietly, pushing her shoulder.  it's a small, broken laugh that catches on the edge of a sob.  "it's so good and you know it."

"yeah, whatever," she says, smiling wider than you've seen in a while.

"i think i'd cut off my left arm just to have another one of those," you sigh.

"what?  slurpee?"

"yeah, that.  but also just...another night with you."  your hand's cradling her neck now, holding her like she's the only thing you've got left.

"tell you what," she starts, voice nearly breaking.  her fingers brush your hair out of your face.  "first thing i do if we get rescued, i'm taking you back to that place.  i'm getting you your battery acid slurpee.  we'll sit on the curb and you'll hold my hand and i'll kiss you so hard our tongues turn purple.  we'll rewrite the memory.  i promise."

a loose tear trickles down your cheek as you nod your head. 

"deal," you whisper.  then mari leans forward and kisses the tear away.

"i love you."

"i love you more," you say, wrapping your arm around her as she buries her face in your neck.

you close your eyes and you see that image of mari: laughing, carefree, straw between her lips.  and for the first time, you let yourself imagine what it will be like after you're rescued, when you get to see that version of mari again.  and it's the first time you have a semblance of good night's sleep since the plane crash.

and then it finally happens.  rescue comes even though a part of you had given up on it entirely.  and mari's there, holding your hand through it all.  from the hospital, to the anxious plane ride home, to seeing wiskayok for the first time in almost two years.

and then, just like she promised, you're sitting the passenger seat of mari's car as she drives you back to that 7/11.  it's a quiet drive, one where you're staring out the window and taking in the sights and sounds of the town that hasn't changed a bit since you last saw it.  and mari's fingers are tapping anxiously against the steering wheel while her other hand rests in yours over the center console like a lifeline, grounding you when everything feels like too much.

when she finally pulls into the parking lot and puts the car in park, you both just sit there.  it looks exactly the same way it did on that night: neon sign outside, too-bright fluorescent lights inside, and the kids with their bikes loitering around the entrance.  it was as if time had frozen that night, and the store had been awaiting your return all these months later.

mari exhales a heavy breath from beside you.

"you good?" you murmur, eyes never leaving the store.  this feels like a dream.  one you thought you'd never get to fulfill.

"yeah, it's just...a lot," mari says.

it shouldn't be a lot.  it should just be a random 7/11 in some random boring town.  but to you and mari, it's everything.

"i know," you say, squeezing her hand.  "we don't have to if-"

"no, i want to.  i've been waiting to.  it's all i've been thinking about for two years and now it's here."  she looks over at you and smiles.  "come on, let's go."

she gets to the door first and holds it open for you.

"after you, milady," she says, just like last time, except her voice is softer and more careful now.  it's a small but sharp reminder that you'll never get back the innocence you once had.

you don't throw your head back in laughter this time, you just smile, hand still in hers, tugging her inside after you.  the smell of weed hits you like a freight train, but for once, you don't mind.  you lead mari to the slurpee machine that's still in the same spot and you sigh when you see the flavors are exactly the same: cherry, blue raspberry, coke, and that weird sugar free green one that nobody gets.

"god, mar, i might cry," you say.  you expect her to tease you like usual, something about how much of a sap you are, but instead she releases your hand and holds your waist instead.

"me too," she says, resting her chin on your shoulder.  you spare her a smile over your shoulder before reaching for two of the largest cups.

"coke and cherry?" she asks.

"just like god intended," you say, pulling on the cherry lever.  mari watches you, no longer bothering to hide the fondness in her eyes.

she eventually heads for blue raspberry, telling you, "somethings never change."

"and i never want them to," you say.

"me neither," she says, looping an arm through yours and guiding you toward the unbothered cashier.

mari tries to pay but you're quicker this time.

"nope, i've had this debt for two years.  time to repay it," you say, sliding a couple crumpled bills of your own onto the counter.  you had been sure to grab them before you left the house just for this very occasion, so that, for once, you could be the one to take care of mari.

"it's two dollars, you idiot," mari teases before dragging you outside to the same spot on the curb under the same flickering streetlight.

the two of you wordlessly sit, knees brushing.  for once, the night air is warm and the sounds of wiskayok hum in the background and there's no weight on either of your shoulders, no fear.

"we're really here," mari says, leaning back on her hand like muscle memory.

"just like you promised."

"i didn't even know if we were going to make it out when i told you that," mari admits.

"i know," you say, elbows resting on your knees.  "but that didn't matter.  just thinking about it made everything a little less bad.  and now, being here, with you, it's better than i could've ever imagined."

she recognizes the way you're looking at her, like she hung the stars in your sky.  it's the same look you gave her that night, the one that made her heart jump and scared her a little.  except now she doesn't shy away. she melts right into it.

she lifts her cup in the air like it's something sacred.

"to making new memories," she says. 

you tap the rim of your cup against hers, making a plastic clinking sound.

"to us," you add. 

because that's what it's been all along, the two of you. and after everything, you know that's how it's going to stay: the two of you tethered, two halves of a whole.

you hold eye contact as you both take your first sips, until the slush hits her tongue and mari's eyes roll back in her head.

"oh my god, that's the best thing i've ever tasted," mari groans, dramatically throwing her head back in true mari fashion.

you can't even respond, you're chugging it so fast.  but then reality hits

"fuck!" you curse, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your palm against your forehead.

mari turns to you, smirking as if watching you suffer is her favorite comedy.

"brain freeze?"

"yep," you wince.  "battery acid's never tasted so good."

mari laughs, setting her cup down on the pavement.  then she turns her body fully toward yours, like she's about to say something immensely serious.  but there's still that mischievous glint in her eye that tells you she's got something up her sleeve.

"now, time to fulfill the prophecy."

you blink at her and the sudden tone shift.

"what?" you ask, giving her a concerned look.  "are you going all lottie on me?"

"no, dummy, purple tongues," she says like it's the most obvious thing ever.  "i gotta keep my promise, don't i?"

a breathless, free laugh escapes your lips.  it's been so long since mari's heard it, she thinks she might cry.

"you're so stupid," you say, though you're already leaning in.

she grabs your face with both hands, still cold from holding the cup, and pulls you into a kiss.  it's not stolen like it was before.  now it's slow and timeless, but still certain.  she kisses you like she wants to steal back every moment she thought she'd never get with you.  and you're more than willing to let her.

"love you," you whisper against her lips, her hands holding you firmly and not letting you escape her.

"love you too," she whispers back before kissing you so hard you get dizzy.

and that's how your favorite tradition is formed: you, mari, slurpees, and a whole lot of love.

[travisnprophet]

[lacy-oh-lacy]

[yjsteamwife1]

rabies prevention

mari ibarra x reader

description: you may have won capture the bone, but your girlfriend got bit by a rabid animal. the animal? shauna fucking shipman.

word count: 749

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mari ibarra spotify playlist!

"mari, lets go."

you grab your girlfriend gently by the wrist, leading her away from the group and back to your shared hut. she's grinning, looking back at your teammates before chanting out one last buzz.

she turns back around, now matching your pace. the fire in her step never leaves. victory, despite having been in the wilderness for who knows how long, will never not feel sweet.

but that didn't change the fact that your girlfriend might have rabies now.

"I need to clean your hand." you walked into the hut with mari, your hand finding the small of her back, guiding her to sit down.

she sat down, her grin fading into a grimace. "that fucking bitch," she muttered, looking down at her hand. you gave her a sympathetic smile, reaching out to rub one of her shoulders.

"im going to go get some water and something to wrap your hand in." you give a squeeze. "i'll be right back."

before you can even move to get up, someone else speaks to you.

"actually, you don't have to!" you and mari both flinch, looking towards the front. "I figured after that bite that you might need some care." misty smiles down at both of you, a small thing of water in one hand, wrap in the other.

"but it looks like you've got it covered, so I'll just leave these here for you."

you give a small smile, reaching out to take the stuff with a nod.

"well, I mean, unless you need some help! you know, I can-"

mari cuts misty off before she can continue. "we're fine, misty." you cringe at the strain in her voice, knowing shes trying her hardest to be nice to the girl after that round of capture the bone.

"oh. well," she moves to push her glasses up, "if you need me, you know where to find me!" she gives a laugh before leaving.

when she's gone, mari looks back at her hand and rolls her eyes. you set the stuff down on the floor, scooting yourself closer to mari. "well," you give a small smile, moving to gently grab her hand, "at least we can clean this thing faster now."

mari gives a scoff, rolling her eyes again. but, she let's you take her hand, and you count that as a win.

"she almost broke skin," you mutter, once again cursing shauna in your head. "you could have rabies you know." mari snickers at that.

you take a small article of clothing and dip it into the water, moving it back towards maris hand and gently wiping it down. she grimaced, fighting the urge to pull her hand back.

"fuck shauna dude."

you nod, agreeing with her statement. shauna was, in fact, being such a bitch lately, and this was doing her no favors in your book.

"I mean, even if I did have it," maris eyes are wide, her good hand helping her to pronunciate as she talks, "why the fuck would she bite me like that?" she points to the hand your now drying off.

"what a fucking psycho, am I right?" you nod again, now wrapping her hand up.

you do agree, of course. what shauna did was out of line. and quite frankly, a little scary. she almost broke flesh. and when you heard mari scream? game was over for you the second you heard it.

"you should've just opened your hands mar."

you look up at her, then back down at her now wrapped hand, moving to hold it in both of yours.

mari stares at you for a second, then moves to give your shoulder a little shove. "part of the plan, babe. you knew that"

you make eye contact. "ya, being decoy was part of the plan. not getting mutilated by shauna fucking shipman."

she barks a laugh. "no shit." she smiles at you. "but now, shipmans our bitch for the next week." she grins at the thought.

you shake your head, sighing and trying to suppress your smile. "mari."

you look into her eyes, and you both grin.

you move to kiss her injured hand, before bringing it back down and wrapping your girlfriend in a hug. she hugs back, using her good hand to apply pressure, before pulling back.

"ok, vans gonna start soon. we should probably get going."

you agree and the both of you move to stand up, headed towards the exit.

"can't wait to bother that fucking gaywad."

[artificialroux]

bts of melissa during the feast !!!

(plus krystal and akliah)

[mariistic]

WARM ENOUGH (IN YOUR EMBRACE)

mari ibarra × fem!reader

synopsis: in the dead of winter, two girls find fleeting warmth in each other’s arms. With the cold closing in and time running out, what they share might not be enough to survive—but it’s enough to remember.

warnings: fluff, calm before the storm lol aka before she dies, she isn't dead guys I was kidding, I'm still in denial, tapped into my emotions a little too much

The snow creaks like bones beneath your back, and your whole body aches from the cold—but Mari is pressed against you, her face buried in the hollow between your neck and shoulder, and that’s the only thing keeping you here. Keeping you sane.

Your shelter isn’t a cabin anymore. It’s a half-collapsed tarp pulled over branches, dug into the snow like a shallow grave. It smells like wet wool, rotting meat, and burnt wood from the fire you keep failing to start right. You lost feeling in your toes days ago.

Mari trembles against you constantly. She’s been doing that more and more—shaking like a leaf even when the wind’s not howling. Her fingers are raw. Her lips have split down the middle.

But she’s still Mari.

Sharp-tongued, stubborn Mari. The girl who called everyone a freak the first week out here, who used to braid her hair even after the crash, who kissed you once behind a tree and said, “Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll die before we get out of here.”

She’s always had a little dramatic flair. You never thought she’d be right.

Now she shifts closer to you in the dark, pressing her forehead against your temple, her breath fogging in the cold air.

“You’re warm,” she mumbles, like it’s a prayer or an accusation.

You hum softly. “You always say that.”

“I mean it. You’re like… heat. Even now. Even here.”

You don’t speak right away. You just press your hand to the small of her back, trying to share whatever warmth your body still has left.

“I think about spring sometimes,” you whisper. “Just stupid things. Like wet grass. Sunlight on my legs. Your hair, y'know, not frozen.”

Mari lets out a breathy laugh. “I think about socks. Clean socks for once. And orange juice. The kind with pulp.”

“You hate pulp.”

“I hate pulp,” she agrees. “But I’d drink it now.”

She goes quiet again. Her voice is smaller when she speaks next.

“Do you think anyone’s looking for us anymore?”

You hesitate. Then lie. “Yes.”

Mari doesn’t buy it, but she nods anyway. She turns her face toward yours. Her nose is pink from cold, her eyes shiny and tired.

“You’re the only reason I’m still here,” she says.

The words are so soft they might’ve been stolen by the wind, but you catch them. You hold them close, like fire.

You touch her cheek with your half-numb fingers. “Then don’t go. Not yet.”

Mari leans forward and kisses you. Not desperate. Not rushed. Just real. Cold lips, warm heart. Like she’s trying to freeze time right here in this half-dug shelter before the snow swallows everything.

When she pulls away, her voice is steady. “Promise me something?”

You nod.

“When I’m gone…” Her eyes don’t flinch. “Remember this part. Not the other shit. Not what we did. Just this. You and me.”

You close your eyes, feel the weight of her breath.

“I will.”

And even if you never see spring again, this moment—this one—will stay with you like heat.

[marinolastnamestan]

Mari + Text posts

[i-just-drink-coffee]

I can never predict what will happen in Yellowjackets but Mari being a hater is a constant and that information keeps me safe at night

[yjsteamwife]

rabies prevention

mari ibarra x reader

description: you may have won capture the bone, but your girlfriend got bit by a rabid animal. the animal? shauna fucking shipman.

word count: 749

please feel free to leave a request!

my masterlist!

a/n: hi! this a repost from my other account. I've started new on this account so I'm just reposting it!

mari ibarra spotify playlist!

"mari, lets go."

you grab your girlfriend gently by the wrist, leading her away from the group and back to your shared hut. she's grinning, looking back at your teammates before chanting out one last buzz.

she turns back around, now matching your pace. the fire in her step never leaves. victory, despite having been in the wilderness for who knows how long, will never not feel sweet.

but that didn't change the fact that your girlfriend might have rabies now.

"I need to clean your hand." you walked into the hut with mari, your hand finding the small of her back, guiding her to sit down.

she sat down, her grin fading into a grimace. "that fucking bitch," she muttered, looking down at her hand. you gave her a sympathetic smile, reaching out to rub one of her shoulders.

"im going to go get some water and something to wrap your hand in." you give a squeeze. "ill be right back."

before you can even move to get up, someone else speaks to you.

"actually, you don't have to!" you and mari both flinch, looking towards the front. "I figured after that bite that you might need some care." misty smiles down at both of you, a small thing of water in one hand, wrap in the other.

"but it looks like you've got it covered, so l'll just leave these here for you."

you give a small smile, reaching out to take the stuff with a nod.

"well, I mean, unless you need some help! you know, I can-"

mari cuts misty off before she can continue. "we're fine, misty." you cringe at the strain in her voice, knowing shes trying her hardest to be nice to the girl after that round of capture the bone.

"oh. well," she moves to push her glasses up, "if you need me, you know where to find me!" she gives a laugh before leaving.

when she's gone, mari looks back at her hand and rolls her eyes. you set the stuff down on the floor, scooting yourself closer to mari. "well," you give a small smile, moving to gently grab her hand, "at least we can clean this thing faster now."

mari gives a scoff, rolling her eyes again. but, she let's you take her hand, and you count that as a win.

"she almost broke skin," you mutter, once again cursing shauna in your head. "you could have rabies you know." mari snickers at that.

you take a small article of clothing and dip it into the water, moving it back towards maris hand and gently wiping it down. she grimaced, fighting the urge to pull her hand back.

"fuck shauna dude."

you nod, agreeing with her statement. shauna was, in fact, being such a bitch lately, and this was doing her no favors in your book.

"mean, even if I did have it," maris eyes are wide, her good hand helping her to pronunciate as she talks, "why the fuck would she bite me like that?" she points to the hand your now drying off.

"what a fucking psycho, am I right?" you nod again, now wrapping her hand up.

you do agree, of course. what shauna did was out of line. and quite frankly, a little scary. she almost broke flesh. and when you heard mari scream? game was over for you the second you heard it.

"you should've just opened your hands mar."

you look up at her, then back down at her now wrapped hand, moving to hold it in both of yours.

mari stares at you for a second, then moves to give your shoulder a little shove. "part of the plan, babe. you knew that"

you make eye contact. "ya, being decoy was part of the plan. not getting mutilated by shauna fucking shipman."

she barks a laugh. "no shit.'" she smiles at you. "but now, shipmans our bitch for the next week." she grins at the thought.

you shake your head, sighing and trying to suppress your smile. "mari."

you look into her eyes, and you both grin.

you move to kiss her injured hand, before bringing it back down and wrapping your girlfriend in a hug. she hugs back, using her good hand to apply pressure, before pulling back.

"ok, vans gonna start soon. we should probably get going."

you agree and the both of you move to stand up, headed towards the exit.

"can't wait to bother that fucking gaywad."

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Shauna on the wrong football team

[sancastarcs]

mari getting a reverse character development than most of the Yellowjackets and instead of becoming more paranoid and cult like, she seems to gain more of a conscience and empathy, has been a delicious treat to see. Compared to the way she acted in s2 with how she acts in s3 and through the scenes she had with Ben and with Nat, it's very interesting how the wilderness actually makes her a more ethical person than her fellow teammates. Her class with Shauna, the embodiment of being absorbed into pain and being linked with violence, is a perfect example of that too.