#shauna shipman stay with me now

[rhiannonsknife]

everyone’s saying this probably means lottie is dying…can i remind you that this was the dinner melanie hosted for the cast…? 😃

(some people have pointed out the dinner itself before, but like…why are most of them dressed in black…???)

[enidtendo64]

Looooove a secretary au

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

Shaunahat is selfcest and I will never shut up about it!

In everything we saw with Jackie & Shauna’s friendship, Jackie was the one who clearly had both more ‘social’ power as well as having total power over Shauna who was always at her beck and call, doing everything to please her.

Take the whole dress situation in the pilot episode. Shauna didn't want to wear the red dress, and eventually Jackie even said she didn't have to wear it. But Shauna wore it anyways to keep Jackie happy.

Now with Shauna and Melissa, Shauna has taken up Jackie’s role. She’s the one with a much higher social standing among the girls and has Melissa following HER. Melissa is constantly taking Shauna's side in arguements to keep her happy - She's the person that Shauna used to be with Jackie.

Shauna's making out with Melissa, but now that she's in the position that Jackie used to be in with her, she's REALLY giving young shauna (a.k.a Melissa) what she had desperately longed for for YEARS with Jackie.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🧘‍♀️

[avifaunaa]

let me wrap my teeth around the world [ j.t. & s.s. ] [ pt.2 ]

Authors Note: I didn’t initially intend on a sequel for this, but after brainstorming ideas I did manage to come up with something that would work to cleanly put it together. I don’t think I plan to have a third part for this as of now, but if the Muse strikes, that can change. Enjoy!

Masterlist

PART ONE

Pairing: Jackie Taylor x reader x Shauna Shipman

Summary: The Wilderness has kept you alive as their pet — because that’s what you were to the Antler Queen and her most loyal Executioner -- the Wolf. You’re their bunny, their little thing that they keep around to keep Jackie sweet and Shauna from going . . . Feral. So something is bound to happen when a revolution is attempted and you’re nearly killed in the process.

—> Diverges slightly from canon — I make use of the Wilderness more explicitly here.

—> Van goes by they/them/she/her in this so don't be startled by my switch between pronouns when discussing their character.

Content Warnings: Dark, fellas, just like the last one — power dynamics, implied past non-con turned dub-con due to manipulation, implied/confirmed cannibalism [ not graphically shown, but this is Yellowjackets friends ], manipulation, gaslighting, dumbification [ r!receiving ], voyeurism, praise [ r!ands!receiving ], degradation [ r!receiving ], top!shauna, top!jackie, infighting / discontent [ again, Yellowjackets ], violence [ literally everyone receiving ], cunnilingus [ j!receiving ], breastplay [ j!receiving ], somnophilia [ r!receiving ], overstimulation / multiple orgasms [ r!receiving ], fingering [ r!receiving ], marking and biting [ r!receiving ], AFTERCARE, Jackie and Shauna literally being feral

Word Count: ~7.1k

before the queen took her crown and began her rule . . .

Lottie was firm in her conviction when the first snowfall struck that winter: food would be scarce the colder it became and the darker it grew during the days. It was easy to ignore at first — with you beginning taking some twisted comfort from Jackie and Shauna.

You took to it even after the brutality that they bestowed upon you. Jackie with her dusty warmth over throbbing bruises and sickeningly gentle assurances, while Shauna became your protector within the shadows and beyond.

They took the brunt of any attention that start to turn upon you; anger whenever a fight was borne of the unforgiving grip of starvation, frustration that Nat returned empty-handed more often and stayed out increasingly less with the onset of winter conditions, and with no progress in hunting came fear and desperation because the food stores became more and more tightly controlled by you — and by Shauna and Jackie, in essence.

It did not help that for safety — to ensure that their only source of shelter wouldn’t be burnt to splinters — there was only ever one fire going in the center of the cabin at all times. If people were brave enough, they could tend to the fires outside of the cabin between their chores.

All in all, the summer had been hopeful and an effort put in together with youthful hope of a chance of rescue.

The winter helped you all inch closer to the truth. Help wasn’t coming, and you were on your own.

Fights broke out more frequently — over food stores, chore schedules, all the way down to the pettiest of things. You wanted no part of it even if they always found a way to drag you into it.

You wish you were Nat — who mumbled excuses and shuffled awkwardly before snatching Javi by the wrist and dragging him out to teach him how to hunt, allegedly. Those days she always managed to stay out until her limbs were numb and clothes were soaked wet from snow.

You had no such way to make a brief escape — you held the key to the team’s mealtimes and their gazes followed you like vultures the second you made movement to go to the stores to check freshness and count what was left.

You had made Shauna be in charge of rationing. Both she and Jackie had found you on the verge of tears when you held out scarce amounts.

“Only enough if we want to also eat tomorrow morning. If we want to wait for nightfall instead, we can increase it,” you told the, trembling.

Jackie’s lips had pursed as she shifted her stance to run chapped fingers through your hair and send a questioning look toward Shauna.

Shauna, whose jaw was clenched as she stood in place across from the two of you. Shauna, whose eyes gleamed with challenge.

“Don’t worry, Bun,” the redhead murmured, searing hot kiss brushing along your cold cheek, “Our Shauna will handle the meals as she does butchering. You just tell us how it needs to be handed out and we will do it.”

Nat had left just a few minutes ago — she had sensed an unrest beginning and had stolen Javi quickly.

You wished you could leave, too. Even in the cold you preferred the promising silence of the forest than the hollowed out cheekbones and gnashing teeth spitting vitriol at you and everyone else.

It helped if you remembered it wasn’t ever personal. Not really. It could be debated that starvation and this . . . This feral mindset you’ve all fallen into for survival is what drives to gnashing teeth and sneered vitriol. It didn’t make it hurt less, and it didn’t make Jackie and Shauna less punishing should they focus their efforts

Shauna’s intimidating stance blocking you from becoming a target and Jackie’s smooth, mocking tone was usually enough of a deter for most but it was Britt and another girl, Gen, who were the most ready to jump into a fight and seek out weakness.

Tonight was one such night — you were huddled near the back by a window. Jackie and Shauna wanted you closer to the fire, but you had found yourself in a corner when Van made an offhand comment about how you seemed to get the closest spot more recently and that everyone deserved a turn.

Shauna’s temper was quicker to ignite these days and she had stood over Van’s form with a cold stare, lips twitching. Her fingers jaggedly bitten fingernails were dug so deep into her palms you worried she'd cut skin. There was a look in her eyes that you hoped never found you.

And then Jackie had clenched her fingers in her counterpart's plaid shirt, swiftly leashing whatever aggression Shauna had pent up. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the redhead said lightly, a deceptive tinker to her tone that you knew more than better to fall for, “but we just -- Shauna and I that is -- decided that Bun can use our fire time. We're fine with her taking it. And we earned our spot there tonight -- in fact, Shauna was up at dawn stripping the rest of that rabbit. And I -- well, breaking an icy lake for water is destroying my skin. So maybe . . . be understanding?"

“We all do work, Jackie,” Mari tried carefully from her spot in front of the crackling fire, orange glow revealing her wariness. “We so get that you and Shauna worked super hard and whatever -- but I was up too. So was Misty with Coach Ben. It's not like we all just sit here and gripe."

Most of the others wouldn't have noticed it -- but years of spending time with Jackie and reading her cues rewarded you with knowing where her emotions lied for the most part. It was the tilt of her chin and the way her free hand's knuckles brushed under her malnourished chin.

“Of course, Hun,” the redhead agreed smoothly, smiling at her in what could be considered a soothing way, but to you was more mocking, “that’s not what what I meant. But well, of course, our Bun is outside quite a bit lately — helping with keeping our stores from expiring, and now that it’s cold she also ensures they stay refrigerated. It’s such an unforgiving job.”

“She sits with deer and rabbit meat. She pokes at wrinkled berries while Shauna glares at anyone who passes them,” Van muttered from her huddled spot, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

Shauna drew in a breath at the same time you readied yourself to stand up and get in between them. Tai scoots closer to Van in order to elbow her roughly.

“Well can’t have everyone going in and just taking food whenever they want, can we?” Jackie cajoled as she toys with Shauna's sleeve. It was like showing her control over a vicious beast, that the leash wasn't the object keeping the beast at bay. Jackie lets the fabric slip between her fingers and gestures behind her to you. "We're all a little . . . out of spirits and aren't playing by the rules lately. Shauna's making sure our little Bun doesn't get caught in the jaws of a wolf looking for a sniff."

"We aren't wolves, weirdo. Since when are you so into metaphors?" Van retorted with a deep scowl sketched on her face. "Besides, Bunny can speak for herself. She can decide if she's fine without your attack Shauna keeping watch."

A hollow laugh left Shauna's chest as she crosses her arms. "Wow," she states, the first word since this standoff had started. "That's real fucking rich, coming from you, Van."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Something wild and mean overcame the brunette. "Then why do you attend Lottie's prayers and bleed into the snow every other day over this Wilderness bullshit?"

Van suddenly flushed red and tucked low at being so openly called out while Tai reeled away from her partner and stared at them like they'd grown a second limb.

Lottie was unbothered by the accusations and her name being thrown about. You figured that at this point she had no concern about how everyone felt about her. She simply kept moving her gaze between you, Jackie, and Shauna.

You weren't sure you liked whatever it was she was thinking so deeply over.

"Jackie," you called out, a shudder in your jaw from the cold rippling across your form, "it's okay. I'm huddled up fine back here. It really isn't--"

“Not now, sweetheart," Jackie interrupted, but she was withdrawn in her order and too engrossed in this weird pissing contest with the team.

The tension was so thick that the small lit warmth in the cabin may just spark into a forest fire. You drew yourself up to your knees and made enough racket in doing so to capture Jackie's attention rather instantly.

"Jackie . . . please?" you pleaded with added vulnerability that she was always quick to respond to. Pouting never worked on Shauna, nor did the crooning like an injured animal -- she followed her own will and came to you when she believed you needed her. But Jackie was not as hardened and started toward you.

"I'm cold and hungry," you added softly, reaching your hands out to her the closer she got, "and I don't want anyone fighting. Can't we just cuddle and let it go?"

And so the cracks peeled open like ripping apart the skin of an orange. She knelt down and encased your hands with hers as she sidled behind you to wrap around your form. "Of course, Bunny."

Shauna, however, remained glued to her position in front of both of you. Van had long backed down and was refusing to meet Tai's questioning glare and Britt was focused on warming up her tin of water, now.

"Shauna?" you asked.

The tension had lessened but a general cloud of discomfort seemed to fill the air in place of it. The team had come to learn what occurred -- or at least they suspected it -- between the three of you and while no words were exchanged about the events of that night, nor the shift in dynamics between the three of you there was a collective conclusion the team seemed to have come to. And with such a conclusion came the unspoken rule regarding it: never speak of it and never stare too long.

Not even Tai, who had been suspicious as hell when you began to rely on them like a . . . Yes, you suppose you were their pet of sorts. She kept her tongue in her cheek and bit it until it bled for a week just to not bring it up. Because she noticed the bruising on your neck — handprints and bites and how tired you were whenever you took with them to the attic for some nights.

"Shauna," Jackie pressed, chin moving against the top of your head. Her warm breath was warm against your skull and you burrowed into her deeper. "C'mon, Shipman."

Shauna did not appear as though she would obey at first based on her silent defiance, but then she backed up and sent one last withering glance toward the girls at the fire and joined you two. She was less gentle as she took to your other side, hands sliding under your layers and running her icy knuckles across your skin as if to warm them.

It sent a shiver through you and you felt the smirk rise on her face as she buries her face into your neck as you all prepare for another cold, restless night.

Nat was unsuccessful with hunting for the next five days -- even with Travis and Javi. You know the days because you scratch them into the wooden shack's wall where you spend your chore time. One scratch every morning even if you're not needed in the shack, yet. You needed to keep count, to keep some form of tether to what once was.

You also kept a scratched count of deaths: five for the five you lost when you crashed, one a little bit apart after Laura Lee failed at flying that plane out of the forest.

You made those grooves deeper than the days you counted in order to remind yourself that you are not invincible to the whims of nature -- even if Jackie and Shauna try to act like that's not the case.

For once, Shauna isn't with you in your shed as you're breaking apart tree bark and dividing it into rations with berries and extremely small amounts of dried meat. She had nothing left to butcher; and her and Jackie had left you in warmth when you awoke.

Your fingertips were reddened and raw with torn skin from collecting the bark and breaking it apart. It stung and your nose was running uncomfortably onto your lips and wetting them until you wiped it away with your sleeve.

There was a ruckus that pulled you from your duty from outside the shed. Your head snapped up when you heard raised voices from Nat and Shauna, and knew you had to go see what was going on.

A crowd had gathered around the outside fire as Nat and Travis stood in front of a lifeless, small form.

"Javi," you breathed as you moved forward and noticed the unmoving form of the younger kid. Just barely out of high school and forced to come on a trip he didn't even want to by his father's idea of bonding with his sons.

Jackie spotted you -- wide-eyed and alarmingly devastated and pushed away whoever had been closer to you and covered your shoulders with your arms. "Hey, it's -- it's okay."

"He's dead," you commented numbly. Travis's face scrunched up into a look of pure agony as he kneeled next to his brother and put his head in his lap while Nat sent you a glare. "Jackie . . ."

"I know," she murmured, "they got lost in a thick storm south of their normal usual hunting spots. He wandered west from there, and . . ." she trailed off but she needn't detail further. You had a clear picture of what happened.

"Why did Shauna yell?" you whispered, looking down at your battered shoes instead.

"It's . . ." Jackie sounded strained, "it's something Lottie suggested. She's . . . Nat started getting aggressive over it and Shauna almost got . . ."

"Shauna-like?"

Jackie snorted, her hand squeezing the arm she was holding in her embrace. "Don't let her hear you say that. But yes. Shauna-like. She thinks Lottie's idea has merit even if the things she says are full of eerie shit."

"What did Lottie suggest?" you asked hesitantly.

"She thinks . . . without the Lottie wording, she suggested we . . . eat Javi."

The idea of it was stomach churning -- but your stomach was always upset in this state of broiling constant hunger that kept you nauseous and weak.

"Jackie, we can't."

She turned her freckled face to you. Her skin was so pale, features so gaunt, that those freckles stood out more than they used to. You spent many nights unable to sleep counting them to keep your mind busy.

"I would be inclined to agree, Bun, but we're so fucking hungry. Nat is not catching anything -- there's not even signs of predators out there. What does that tell us?" She removed her arm from your shoulders and hugged herself. "Shouldn't we . . . I don't want us to starve."

"We aren't eating him," Nat snarled to Lottie and Shauna, using herself as a protective barrier in front of Travis. "He will be buried."

"We can't bury him," Tai said, "The ground is frozen solid."

"We'll burn him, then," you said, eager to escape the topic of eating one another. Jackie breathed in deeply and Shauna turned to you at a dangerously slow rate, jaw tight.

Travis let out a choked cry as he hunched over his brother and clutched his form to him.

Your heart ached for the guy, and you suddenly did not envy being in his position where he had to bury his father so early and his younger brother in circumstances that were unforeseen.

"A pyre can be built and it will . . . provide warmth once he's gone, for as long as it burns. It can be his last act of love to us," you continued carefully. "He will be freed and nothing will dig him up once winter is over."

Lottie was suddenly watching you with disturbing interest. The small fire currently lit shadowed half of her face and cast an uncomfortable feeling in your gut.

"I think a pyre burial is a fine idea," Lottie finally said, finality in her tone as she lifted a hand as if to seal the order.

Misty cleared her throat and awkwardly raised a hand, "Collect what wood we have and start cutting more, as much as possible. Fallen branches and leaves as well, and don't let them sit away from the cold. Wet leaves and branches won't light as well."

Survivalist Misty. She had become a voice of importance in-between her odd and unbelievable statements. She and Mari had a shared medical knowledge between them with their majors.

Everyone split up to delegate tasks for building a pyre on top of the fire already crackling, looking to grow it into a worthy resting place for their fallen friend.

Shauna stayed close with Lottie and you gave her a wide berth. She did not seem inherently welcoming to your presence at the moment and you weren't inclined to test the waters.

Jackie ordered you back into the cabin, claiming you were cold and needed rest.

"Wake me up before they . . . before he . . ." you found yourself unable to form full sentences, but Jackie was softened and tucked some hair behind your ear as you curled close to the fire.

"I'll make sure you're there, Bun."

You were shaken awake by a twisting in your stomach that was sharp and had you groaning out. Ripping away from a deep rest by pain was a spiraling distress that sent you reeling.

You breathed shallowly through the waves of pain as your body punished you cruelly for not properly caring for it.

"Hey." A hand was cupping your jaw. Not roughly, but nor gentle in the gesture as your neck was pried away from it's place curled to your chest and knees. Shauna's stoic features greeted you, dark eyes flitting up and down.

"Shauna," you mumbled as the pain started to ebb. "I think I'm . . . hungry."

Shauna huffed, blowing air across a loose strand of hair in her face. You'd somehow managed to amuse her as she released your cheek and said, "Sit up. I've got food."

"Issit mealtime?" you asked, unfolding your knees as you moved into a sitting position. The world twirled in light circles around you for only ten or so seconds instead of the average twenty.

"Mm." She had something in her hands as she crossed her legs and sat in front of you, knee to knee, legs touching. When your focus and awareness started coming back to you you also found she had . . . well, she seemed to carry a brightness in her eyes. A glitter you only saw when she was butchering or with Jackie and you, sometimes.

She unfurled her hands and revealed what she had held close. You looked at it -- but the smell is what hit you first. Your stomach was alerted instantly and your mouth watered. It was meat -- fresh, warm meat.

"Ohmygod," you managed to get out, trembling hands reaching forward. "Did -- did Nat finally catch something?"

Shauna struck, her hands caging yours around the meat. She jerked you closer to her before you had a chance to react and stared at you hard.

"You are never -- and I mean never -- speak up against my word again. Or Jackie's," she told you lowly, lips brushing yours so tenderly that it was almost a kiss. "You only have say when we ask for it, otherwise assume that anything we decide is in your best interest."

Your ears rang at the kick of fight or flight starting to claw its' way into your bloodstream. Shauna could sense it, sniff it out like a prized hound could smell a fox before the fox could detect the hound.

She smiled slowly. "Have I made myself clear, Bunny?"

"Yes, Shauna," you whisper, voice nothing more than a raspy whimper.

"Good girl. Now eat."

the queen sits the throne and loosens the leash of her wolf, and the wolf brings her queen the rabbit

The crown made of sticks and antlers and leaves was Jackie's newest fashion statement.

She wore it like it was the entirety of her power, when the truth was more deeply ingrained than that.

Shauna had become a close listener to Lottie's literation's about the Wilderness and by the time the long winter had started easing up, two more marks had joined Javi's and Laura Lee's on the wall.

The Wilderness chose Lottie to which It speaks through and in turn Lottie announced that Shauna would be the one who would have to carry out It's demands.

Jackie and you had been distressed but Shauna was strangely calm. She had tried to be soothing, to assure both of you, but she had eventually spoken her truth:

"If we must play a game of fair trials to ensure I can keep you two alive," she breathed, a flash of rare emotion crossing her face, "then I will hunt. I don't know how much of Lottie's shit is . . . this place is turning everyone more and more to some sort of hope. They want to do this if it means no longer starving."

Shauna had come to Lottie -- she will be the hunter, the butcher, the one who can bring brutality and death while also ensuring the life of those who the Wilderness showed mercy to.

But she asked for a condition -- demanded it in her way. Jackie was to be excluded from the cycle of hunting, and you were to be ousted as well. It was not a request nor was she afraid to make such demands in front of everyone else.

"Jackie would not have played for the Wilderness, even if you had not asked," the woman murmured to Jackie and Shauna with you listening nearby. "The Wilderness wants you -- yes, Jackie, it favors you for a role that you have already been placed in before. It demands a leader -- it shan't stand unrest and distrust. It will require you to be their ruler."

There was a stunned silence. Then, from a shaken Jackie, "What about her?"

"She will live," Lottie said simply. "The Wilderness is satisfied with what It has received in turn."

And so it seemed that was good enough for the two other women, who managed to stalk back to where you were watching with poorly hidden fear.

"You're going to be fine," Jackie promised as she grasped you in her hands like she feared just the opposite. Like you would slip from her fingers.

Shauna said no comforting words and didn't join you for bed. She sat guard all night.

Now winter had finally submitted to the forceful entrance of spring. Snow melted and the sun began to help ease the chill that remained.

Despite Jackie slipping beautifully back into the role of a leader you knew there would be a harsh slapback by some -- specifically Van and Tai.

It worsened when Nat was able to return with hunts and the Wilderness demanded less sacrifices in return for meals. It was quiet -- according to Lottie -- for a while. It was hard to tell what It wanted and Jackie did her best to reign in any attempts at fighting once spring broke and most believed that everything could return to the old dynamic.

Whatever this was . . . it would not be changing even if the hunting was over. Shauna paced around Jackie when she wasn't cutting up Nat's kills and where she once worked to keep clean during the process she made no effort. The blood and mess was only washed when she was done.

Your role . . . your role was somewhat of a jeweled whore. You wouldn't say it aloud, not if you wanted Van overhearing and reporting back to Lottie who in turn reports to Jackie and Shauna.

But where you once had the duties of caring for the stores of food, Jackie had designated to someone else. She kept you at her side frequently. If not at hers, then at Shauna's or Lottie's if not hers.

Jackie and Shauna had also taken to fucking you more than they used to. It didn't matter when, nor where. Shauna had come storming into the shed once while you were trying to find something to do.

"Shauna?" you asked, turning around and finding her breathing heavily. She looked angry, resentful.

She hadn't told you what had caused such an emergence of emotions but she had taken you so roughly against the shed that you had burns in the skin of your back that you narrowly avoided receiving an infection from.

She had left you once you had come violently against four fingers, allowing you to find footing before storming out with less rage but more fire than before.

To this day it was still one of the best orgasms of your life even if it left you with feelings of longing and pain that you could not quite place.

Currently Jackie found herself sat on a stump that had become something of a throne for herself. It was home to a large, ancient oak tree once but that was long before the crash. What remained was now used for Jackie's sacred grounds.

Lottie had her own little spot a few feet behind the throne where she kept trinkets and read the Wilderness' desires through bones and ashes of the departed. Allegedly. The bones were usually hung in the clearing from branches surrounding Jackie's "throne room".

The temperature had gone up and had offered a reprieve from the months of endless freeze that you'd all become accustomed to. Jackie had you on her knees under the shade of the trees despite your earlier plea to go lay in the sun. She scratched fingers through your hair as you rested your head against her legs.

The lot of you had regained some weight after taking on Lottie's mysterious orders. And when the wildlife began to make a return, it only seemed to get better. Lottie was convinced that the winter had been a test and their reward was a fruitful, worriless spring and summer . . . should the Yellowjackets remain obedient.

Something brushed against your lips, snapping you out of your thoughts. You found stained fingers holding out freshly picked blackberries brought by Mari as an offering.

You opened your mouth and allowed her to feed you. It was perhaps not quite ready as it looked -- it was more sour than tart despite the juiciness.

"Pretty, Bunny," Jackie hummed in approval once you'd licked her fingers clean. "Was that a tasty treat?"

"Yes, Jackie," you told her, nuzzling into her hand and seeking out her touch. "I'm glad the Wilderness provided."

"As am I, my sweet," the redhead agrees, as those fingers drifted to tilt your chin upward. "You want to go stretch in the sun, no?''

"If I can," you say carefully, meeting her gaze and knowing the consequences of not doing so. "It is rather nice out and I miss the warmth it brings."

She smiled at you and ran a wayward thumb down the outline of your facial structure, stroking mindlessly. "How can I say no?"

You grinned at her, moving to sit up but was halted by her suddenly taking you in a tighter grip. "Ah, Bun, I require something of you first."

Something lit in your lower abdomen. You suffered silently with the aftermath of many of your trysts with Jackie and Shauna and had so many "what ifs" and "what will happens" that went unspoken out of fear of their reaction . . . or their responses.

You were theirs but this was a world different from the one you had back in society. You will fall apart into thousands of unfixable pieces if they so much as blink wrong.

"You're always so willing," Jackie praised, releasing your chin and lifting her hips slightly to unzip her jeans and tug them down to her ankles with her underwear. "You know how to care for me, and you never disappoint. I must ask this of you again."

Her hand returned to you but this time found home at the back of your head, fingers carding with gentle force as you were tugged closer and closer to the heat of Jackie Taylor.

You lifted her hands and lay them on her thighs, nose brushing against a small scar she had gained after one of the games she and Shauna had played with you. She had pouted over it for weeks.

Behind the both of you, Lottie made noise from whatever it was she was working on. You didn't flinch and nor did Jackie -- Lottie was apart of the environment at this point to your two masters. Lottie chose if she wanted to leave or act as though it was apart of her duty to go on with her duties.

"Staring at it is making me shy, Bunny," the captain told you sweetly, applying pressure to the back of your head again.

"Sorry, Jackie." You didn't wait to hear her forgiveness as you began kissing your way up her thighs and licking at her outer lips. She was already considerably wet, but Jackie liked you to tease and nibble before you entered her.

Sometimes.

You grazed your teeth across sensitive skin near her clit, purposefully avoiding it in order to stimulate her as her hips thrust against you on instinct. You smiled into her skin as you moved to seek out every crevice.

"Fuck, I'm in no mood to play gentle games today, Bun. Make me come."

You kissed her clit and ran your tongue along her as your hands reached up and pressed under her shirt. She used both hands to guide your own until you were cupping her breasts and rolled them in your hands.

"Fuck, you're so --" She breathed out shakily as your tongue sought entrance inside and you bobbed your head to get movement going.

Moments like these with Jackie were something that you preferred sometimes. Shauna was rougher than her redheaded counterpart and lacked mercy at times even if her aftercare was good. Jackie never fucked you like she was on a time constraint, though. She relished and allowed you to go at your own pace usually.

"I'm going to keep you here, you know," she told you in a surprisingly steady voice even as you did her best to uplift her from her perfect poise. "On your knees and fucked stupid. Nothing to worry over -- you only have to worry 'bout your next filling."

You shuddered and squeezed her tits tighter than you intended, nails leaving indents in skin as she jerked in surprise. "Oh," she moaned, head leaning back. "Fuck, Bunny, don't -- don't stop that."

You didn't, but you did run your thumb across her right nipple and used your left hand to scratch gently along the undersides of her breast at the same exact time as her legs suddenly closed in on you like solid walls, ensuring you cannot escape.

"Jackie."

A moan was what Shauna received in reply to her approach. You didn't dare pause to look up in greeting at the approaching woman who stalked in like a wolf to her den.

You nosed her clit and though your jaw was aching already you increased your pace as Jackie let out an unhinged gasp.

You could feel the burning gaze of Shauna on your back but she approached with a speed that didn't read like she was looking to join. "Jackie, it's -- Melissa is running around with the axe. She's--"

Jackie came all over your face too quickly for you to have caught . . . that, or you were distracted by Shauna's hurried words and restless movements.

She soaked your face with her release and you helped her ride it out as her gasps echoed through the treetops to the birds.

She released your arms and lowered them, grip gentle but firm as she turned foggy eyes to Shauna and slowly got into a better position that forced you away from her before you were ready.

"What's going on?" she questioned, pulling her pants up hastily as she eyed Shauna.

Eyes darkened. "I think --"

"Jackie, get off your fairy stump and talk to us!" An enraged snarl sounds out as you saw, through the undergrowth, the approach of a wild-eyed Melissa. She had the axe in hand, clutched so tight that her fingertips turned white.

Melissa came to a stop only feet away as Lottie was coming from her own spot to join you. Her eyes landed on you and she scoffed, cheeks flushed from anger as she swung the axe over her shoulder.

"Why the fuck am I not surprised?" she spits out. "Jackie and Shauna -- our dutiful team captains who take care of us and lead us into safety and glory. And their little bitch who gets a free ride."

"Watch it, Melissa," Jackie said calmly as she leaned her elbows on her knees so that she was towering over you and folding her hands together. "Bring your qualms to me, but leave her out of it."

"She's apart of it."

"No," Shauna said darkly, "she is not. You best keep your problems to Jackie and Lottie if you want to keep your head."

Melissa's expression turned arctic and she lowered the axe and stepped closer. "Fuck you, Shauna. That day -- with Javi." She pointed the weapon in your direction, "she wanted to burn him properly and leave it at that. That's what we agreed on."

You couldn't meet Melissa's gaze for fear the shame you'd find reflected there. "Aren't you upset, Bunny?" Melissa asks, a sneer forming on her face, "That Shauna completely disregarded your fucking input -- the agreed upon decision?"

You swallowed your tongue and dug your nails into the dirt, grounding yourself steady. You remained silent and knew better than to give the answer you wished to give.

"If I recall, you ate him, too," Jackie mused as though she were talking about the weather. "In fact, you had more helpings than most."

"We were starving, you psychotic bitch," Melissa snarled, stepping ever closer which had Shauna getting up in her space to block her.

"I will put. You. Down," Shauna breathed as she lashed out quickly and went for the axe handle in Melissa's hand. The younger of the two yelped in shock and a scuffle broke out.

You startled and scattered from the log as Jackie split to the opposite end with Lottie. You met her panicked eyes over the fighting women -- but you wondered if she feared for Shauna or the aftermath.

You came to realize that the fight had inched closer to your prone form and Shauna had Melissa's wrists locked in a twisted grip. Your eyes floated down to the struggling woman's ankles and you found yourself darting forward and latching your teeth into skin.

Blood filled the spaces between your teeth as you tore at her, causing her to scream and struggle from the onslaught of pain. You didn't hear Jackie's call of warning or see the other leg curling up in the struggle, speeding toward your face.

the rabbit found her claws when the wolf fought for the queen

" . . . be a lesson that you don't spit on the kindness of the Wilderness," lectured a far-off, muffled voice. Your eyes remained closed and God your head throbbed in time with your heartbeat.

"Melissa was a warning and a reminder," a closer voice added, harder and tinged with threat. "The Wilderness has crowned me and it is because of me and Shauna -- through Lottie -- that all of you still breathe air and fill your stomachs."

There was something wet against your forehead. It felt good in contrast to the overwhelming heat that seemed to be taking over the rest of you.

"We are fair and we try to be kind," far-away Jackie continued, "but the Wilderness is angry that you almost upended the balance."

"We didn't do it . . ." a garbled protest, quick shushing.

"Do we look like we give a shit who started what?" Shauna. You whined as you shifted in place. She was harsh as she spoke but the words were quickly fading from your brain.

"JacShauna," you murmured out as the wet material was moved down to the lymphnodes around your neck. They ached upon contact with the cool fabric and you moaned out.

"They're here, Bunny," the voice of Misty Quigley assured. It sounded distorted but you knew Misty's never-ending babbling voice, "Shh . . . they went downstairs for a minute. They'll be right back."

You didn't have much of a chance to understand as the endless darkness slipped claws back into you and pulled you all the way down into the abyss.

the queen and the wolf hid their rabbit away and never let her run astray

When you woke next the overheating had left you. You were sweaty and --

-- engulfed by pleasure as an orgasm rushed through your entire body and sending you into echoed moans that the attic soaked into it's rotting wood. Your hands were already clenched around the shirt of the person above you.

"Good fucking girl," Shauna Shipman snarled darkly as she repositioned her fingers deeper inside of you as much as your body would allow. Your head dropped back and you expected to be met with a barely cushioned surface, but you looked up and saw Jackie's upside down face smiling sweetly back.

"J-jackie," you whined as you arched your back and turned your head into her lap.

"Oh, my sweet little Bunny," she murmured as she stroked your strained throat. "You're taking Shauna so well. You came twice already, you know, before you woke? It was so beautiful."

You forced Shauna closer -- mostly to ensure she went nowhere you couldn't feel her, but also because she was buried so deep in your cunt that if she left you now you weren't sure you could handle it.

"Feels good, Shauna," you whined as you started meeting her thrusts in tandem. You could start feeling the ache that came with having multiple orgasms -- and you don't even remember the last two they'd given you.

"You were so feral," Shauna whispered huskily as she left bruising shapes of her teeth in your bare skin. Some of them bled and you did not care. "It was not your fight and yet you put yourself in harm's way for me. For Jackie."

You couldn't have replied if you wanted to. But what you did do is find purchase in her done up hair. A messy bun, hair out of the way. In this light you could see something wild and exposed in her eyes that wasn't there when you saw them last.

"You're perfect for us -- our perfect little pet," she continued. You begin to feel the orgasm starting to overtake you again, cresting slowly and like a promise.

"Come for us, Bunny," Jackie cooed as she traced an outline of your jaw so lightly on your skin.

You obeyed.

After when they had helped you outside to bathe in the lake and returned you to a cleaned attic, an assortment of berries and meat waiting for you, they held you as you still recovered from everything.

"She gave you a kick that probably concussed you," Jackie told you as she fed you berries and meat by hand while Shauna worked out the soreness from your legs. "Mari and Misty were . . . they were concerned about it. You ran a fever and slept a lot."

"Normal with concussions," Shauna said plainly, watching every movement you made when eating.

"You would know, Shipman," Jackie drawls, smirk teasing the corner of her lips. Shauna actually had the decency to flush.

"Is Melissa . . .?"

Jackie smiled slowly as she held up a tender piece of steak to your lips, waiting until you were swallowing it down, "We made use of her."

IM TIRED OF THIS GRANDPA — me, after writing all day

[natsredbra]

Hiiii, can you please write your dating shauna hc please? thank youuu 🤓

shauna shipman my cutiepie!! (sfw, pre crash/no crash!au)

Lemme take it from the top

she’s wayyy too shy to ask you out

she kind of eyes you all the time and can barely pay attention in classes that you have together

and Jackie bugs her to just ask you out!!

what’s the worst that could happen? you saying no?

but that is what she feared most

yearning was something she did great, and she’d rather do that then deal with rejection, so she just stays quiet

which does turn out to be very difficult once your history teacher assigns seats to everyone

and just her luck, she’s right next to you!!

believe me, paying attention was hard at first too, but now it’s downright impossible

that’s why she starts doing worse in history

which is surprising, she’s a straight A student

so the teacher gives her a tutor

you!

your guys’ first tutoring session was awkward as hell

you thought she was rude (even though she never seemed that way to you) since she barely talked or memorized anything you said

or tried to teach her

she’s a little embarrassed too, it’s usually her that tutors others

however with a big push from Jackie she does apologize, saying she’s always weird around new people

which is true, but this was a bit different, definitely

still, the tutoring gets funner and less dreaded, and it ended pretty fast- as soon as Shauna broke the ice with you, she could finally pay mind to class

and you two do become friends

you’re one of her only friends, really

until she blurts it out while you were having coffee

“I mean I do like you. Not as a friend.”

she said, trying to convince you she was joking

it was obviously not supposed to come out, but you guys were rambling about falling in love with friends

and she YAPPED

which made that thought that was supposed to stay buried deep come out

and you went through with it until the rest of the date hangout

and then kissed her before getting out of her car

it was a hurried peck, neither of you being all that experienced

she gave you those eyes.

you know the ones.

which made you kiss her again

I mean how could you not??

this time it was deep and passionate, and it turned into a full blown makeout session with you in her lap

the kind of sesh that you both enjoyed so much you felt no need to go further

after that day, she was officially your girlfriend!! yay!!

“I’ve wanted to make you mine for a long time.” you said

“You- yeah uh, sure! Of course, yeah, yours.”

you and Jackie became total besties, playfully making fun of Shauna together

you probably heard Jackie saying “Get a room!” more then any other words in history

but on a serious note, you knew how important their friendship was and made no effort to get in the way of it

but Shauna just wanted to be around you always

calls you over to just chill and do nothing

she just relishes being in your presence, no matter what you do or who else you’re with

short lil makeout sessions while waiting for Jackie to emerge from the house when you go to pick her up for school in the morning

also I cannot stress this enough: wearing. her. flannels.

she has a bizarre amount of them

and she notices that they keep going missing…

doesn’t even try to ask for them back, because she melts as soon as she sees you in one

plays you her “weird” music

is ecstatic when you end up liking it

baking together!!

i have a feeling she’s an amazing baker

you guys do it for fun, to try out recipes or sometimes for charity!!

in the beginning she only lets you measure dry ingredients but relents as soon as you pout

most of your dates are intimate like that

she loves being personal, maybe not secret but does like privacy

not big on PDA at all

the most she’ll do is hold your hand

back to date night though

since dating you, she got so much closer to Tai and Van because you keep going to double dates!!

omg Tai and you listening to them ramble about their nerdy shit

it’s so cute really, you guys shoot each other knowing looks across the table

other then them, you meet all of the team

but still, Tai, Van, and Jackie stay your favorites (other then Shauna obviously)

also! half her journal entries are about you

how pretty you looked, something you’d told her, writes down little details of the stories you tell her that she knows you’d appreciate her knowing

she’s completely devoted to you, and can do nothing to help it

(you feel the same way)

and you love how cute and shy she is around you

especially in the beginning

but later on, she can be more then bold, trust

overall, dating Shauna would be super soft and intimate in every way shape and form

it’s not all that thrilling, but cozy and comfortable

[lottiesboy]

nightmares

ficswap with @butchreg!! i hope u enjoy :33 i dont usually write teen timeline yj fics but jackieshauna agere is so very cute :]

pairing: little! jackie taylor x cg! shauna shipman

summary: shauna drives over when her little one has a nightmare.

tags: sfw, fluff, very afraid n tiny!jackie (2-3), mama!shauna, post crash/post rescue (everyone survived!), nightmares about the wilderness, pacis, storytime

jackie woke up with a jolt, looking around her dim room and seeing her fairy nightlight on. she whined, nibbling on the top of her thumb. she wanted to call shauna but it was so late. but she really needed some comfort right now.

she dialed shauna's number, putting the telephone up to her ear, shuddering with fear. shauna picked up on the fourth ring, groggily saying "jackie, it's late. are you okay?"

"mama?"

that was all it took for shauna to sit up in bed, waking up a little more. "yeah, baby. mama's here. what's up, sweetie?"

"mmm.. nightmare." jackie twiddled with the phone cord, sniffling with tears in her eyes. "scary, mama. i was in scary woods."

shauna sighed. "oh baby, did you have a nightmare about the crash?" jackie nodded, not even thinking that shauna couldn't see. "can mama come over to you? it sounds like you need me there, honey."

"mama come?"

"yeah, mama will drive over to your house, okay? i have that house key you gave me when you were big, remember?" jackie heard rustling in the background. "can you be a big girl until mama gets there? can you hold your bunny extra tight for me?"

"kay mama." jackie nodded, snuggling her bunny like she was told. "that's my good girl. i love you, i'll be right there." shauna hung up, making her way outside, in her pajamas, to jackie's house.

the drive wasn't that far, probably 10 minutes tops. shauna unlocked the door carefully, not wanting to wake jackie's parents up. she walked up the stairs and went to jackie's room, opening the door.

the little girl was snuggling her bunny, still having that scared look in her big, glossy eyes. she turned her head, seeing shauna. "mama!!" jackie said rather loudly, making shauna shush her softly. "mama's here." shauna smiled, closing the door. "mama, scary."

"i know, but you're a very brave girl, aren't you?" shauna slipped in bed with jackie, jackie laying her head on her mama's chest. "i brought you some things." shauna reached into her bag, pulling out jackie's bunny lovie she left over shauna's house, along with one of jackie's favorite books.

"you missed your bunny, didn't you?" shauna kissed jackie's temple when she saw her snuggle her comfort item. "mama jammies." jackie laughed, changing the subject randomly. "yeah, mama got her jammies on still, huh? i had to get to my little baby fast, i didn't have time to change!" shauna pinched jackie's cheek. "are you feeling better, sweetie?"

jackie nodded, snuggling closer to shauna. "read story?"

"yeah, mama'll read to you. where's your paci, huh?" jackie pointed to the dresser, making shauna grab the pink and white pacifier and pop it in jackie's mouth. "are you ready?" shauna grabbed the book and opened the first page.

jackie loved pointing things out when shauna read to her, and becuase shauna always called her "an observant little girl." shauna played with jackie's hair while she read to her, hearing the soft sucking sounds of jackie's paci whenever she paused to turn a page. jackie was asleep by the end of it, her paci halfway out of her mouth. shauna smiled and pushed it back in, making sure not to wake her.

she didn't have the heart to leave jackie, so she stayed with her all night until they woke in the morning.

[vevobly]

u know who god yellowjackets reactions to reader overworking themselves over school, attending despite becoming sick and having to rest at home later cuz of it? 🥺

Yellowjackets And Overworked Sick Reader Headcanons!

A/N: Yandere Nat anon, is that you again? 😭

Jackie Taylor:

Jackie would be concerned and frustrated at the same time — “Why didn’t you just take a break earlier? You’re going to make yourself worse!” She’d show up with soup and magazines at your house, treating the day with you as if it's a mini spa day while she helps you recover.

“You’re not allowed to do anything school related until you’re better” She’d insist you just lay down and rest. Jackie would also brag about how she knew you needed to slow down and how she saw this coming from a mile away — “See? I told you this would happen”

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna would understand your determination to get work done but also scold you gently for the fact you overworked yourself — “You need to take care of yourself. What’s the point of getting everything done if you’re too sick to enjoy it?” She’d probably take over some of your schoolwork and help organize your notes.

While you're resting, of course! “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got this” — She’d just quietly dote on you, making sure you had everything you needed without making a big fuss about it.

Taissa Turner:

Tai is no better, actually. She's the same as Shauna, the difference is that she would be very firm about setting boundaries for your own health — “You’re amazing, but you’re no good to anyone if you burn yourself out” She would tell you.

She’d sit you down with this stern but caring look on her face and make sure you stayed in bed no matter what, getting enough rest for your body. Taissa would help you catch up on schoolwork once you felt better but only after you’d fully rested — “I’ll help you get back on track, but only if you promise to listen to me next time”

Van Palmer:

Van would tease you at first about it — “Look at you, trying to be a hero and doing all the things by yourself. How’s that working out for you now?” But she’d quickly switch to full-on caretaker mode. Bringing you snacks, drinks, and maybe even some stolen VHS tapes to cheer you up.

“You’re not allowed to overdo it like this again, okay? I’m serious, I’ll tie you to the couch if I have to” — She’d check in constantly on you to make sure you were actually resting and not pretending that you were while sneaking in to do some schoolwork behind her back.

Natalie Scatorccio:

Nat would be worried but try to play it cool — “You’re kind of an idiot for pushing yourself that hard, you know?” She would tell you, half-joking. She’d just quietly take care of you in her own way, showing up with your favorite junk food or music to make you feel better.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, least of all me, you know?” — She would tell you, her tone softer than usual. If you EVEN tried to work while resting, she would steal your books and notes. Hold them hostage until you agree to just relax.

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie would be deeply concerned and very nurturing — “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard! I could feel it” She would tell you. Lottie kinda has this second sense about you. Whenever something bad happened to you, she'd have this gut feeling about it.

She would bring you herbal teas, blankets, and maybe even a crystal or two. Feeling like they’d help you heal faster somehow — “Your body is telling you to rest, and you need to listen to it” She would say to you softly, brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. She'd be with you for hours, just caring for you.

Laura Lee:

Laura Lee would give you a real scolding about it for days — “You know, god doesn’t want us to neglect our health like this” She would say gently, handing you a glass of water and insisting you lie down. She would read you bible passages about rest and self-care, trying to make you see the importance of those two.

She would also pray for your recovery. And besides that, she would bring a bunch of food that she thinks would help you get better somehow. Fruits, vegetables, soup, and whatever food you name it out there that helps sick people recover faster!

Misty Quigley:

Misty would be over the top with her concern — “Oh no, you’re sick! I told you this would happen” I am not kidding, the girl would bring over a fully stocked first aid kit and monitor your every move like a hyper vigilant nurse or an eagle on high alert for prey.

“You’re not doing anything except getting better. Doctor’s orders!” — Misty would make a huge fuss about taking care of you, probably annoying you a little bit because of it. But you know, her enthusiasm would make it very impossible to be mad at her. I mean, she's just caring for you, isn't she?

PS: I got sick right after finishing this— Gosh forbid the country I live in chooses an appropriate weather for once, it's either a desert here or a storm.

[jackiesnats]

Bite Me

pairing: shauna shipman x reader

warnings: college au, characters are 18+, dom shauna, biting, begging, dirty talk, mentions shaunanat and nat x reader

summary: shauna wants a piece of you.

kinktober 23/24: biting

word count: 1k

part four of ?

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

You took a deep breath as Lottie kissed your neck, sucking on the skin as you tried to contain the noise you were making. Ever since Nat had shared you with her, she couldn’t keep her hands off you - even in public. But it also came with a few other pairs of eyes watching you as she did it, Shauna Shipman’s being one such pair. You knew of her - knew that she was close friends with Nat and Jackie, and Nat would bring her back to the apartment occasionally to fuck. Every time you saw her around campus, you thought she hated you with the glares she would give - but you always thought she was attractive.

You got up, heading back to your apartment now that you were done eating. You were too focused on your music to realize that Shauna was also following you.

Once you made it to your apartment, you turned your music off and unlocked the door before opening it. You shut the door and as you went to lock it, there was a loud knock that made you jump. You leaned in to look through the peephole, and - to your surprise - it was Shauna.

You opened the door, greeting her with a smile. “Nat’s not here; I’m assuming she’s still got a class or two today. You can wait here or I’ll let her know you stopped by!” you called out as you went towards your room.

“I’m actually here for you,” Shauna admitted, making you stop in your tracks.

You slowly turned around, eyeing Shauna with a confused look on your face. “Me?” you asked, looking around even though you knew you were the only one there.

Shauna nodded, licking her lips. “Yes, you.”

You stood there awkwardly, unsure what to say or do. Shauna - who barely even said a word to you all throughout college - is at your apartment wanting you. For what? You weren’t sure, but as confused as you were, you were also very excited.

“Oh… okay,” you said, hating how awkward you were.

“Show me your room?” Shauna suggested.

You nodded, walking up the stairs and to your doorway. “Well, this is my room,” you said, walking in and setting your backpack on the floor.

You sat on your bed, watching as Shauna closed your bedroom door slightly, only leaving it open a crack. “I’m assuming you know that Nat and I fuck sometimes, yeah?”

You nodded, “Y- Yeah, I’ve heard the two of you…. Not that I was trying to listen, it’s just that when Nat bottoms she, uh… gets loud.”

Shauna smirked, “I recently talked to her about you.”

Your eyes widened, watching as she sat down next to you. Shauna placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing the pad of her thumb on your skin. “Wanna know what she told me?” she asked.

You bit your lip, nodding. Shauna leaned in, rubbing the tip of nose against your throat. You held your breath, nervous as to what she was trying to do.

“You got wet when Nat brought up me fucking you with her,” Shauna smirked against your skin before biting you. You whimpered as she stayed in place, sucking hard and for a second, you thought she was going to break skin. She pulled away, licking her lips. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I-I would,” you nodded. “Fuck-“

Shauna bit you again, a different spot on your neck this time as she brought her hand between your legs. Licking the spot she just bit before pulling away to look at your face, “Pull your pants and underwear down and spread your legs for me.” Shauna instructed as she pulled away from you to give you some space.

“Good girl,” she praised. “Nat did tell me how well behaved you are.”

You kicked your clothes off the bed, not wasting any time when you spread your legs. You bit your lip as you watched Shauna bring her hand back between your legs. “Now pull your shirt off,” she instructed.

You did as you were told, and as soon as you threw off the shirt, Shauna moved so she was on her knees. She bit your shoulder hard, causing you to cry out as she rubbed your clit.

“I’m going to mark you up so Nat knows I’ve been here,” Shauna smirked, biting your arm hard. “Beg me to bite you again.”

“Please, Shauna, please bite me again,” you whimpered as she ran her tongue against your shoulder before moving her head to get to your neck.

Shauna slipped a single finger into you, curling it just as she bit your neck again. This time you screamed - this one hurt the most, but it still felt so good.

“Fuck, I gotta take a picture of that one,” Shauna licked her lips. You watched as she grabbed her phone out of her pocket, opening the camera app before forcing your head to turn the other way. You squeezed your eyes shut as she took a few pictures, finally tossing her phone on the bed before getting up.

She moved to the other side of you, biting your other shoulder as hard as she could without breaking the skin. You realized that she wasn’t trying to give you hickies, no. She was trying to mark you for herself - unlike Nat or Lottie, or even Jackie, who would give you hickies but never tried to fully mark you.

“You want my cock, don’t you, baby?” Shauna asked, smiling as you nodded.

Before she could say anything, you both heard the front door open. Your eyes widened, realizing that Nat was now home from her classes. Shauna smirked, grabbing her phone before getting up and heading down the stairs.

You heard Shauna and Nat start to talk, then laughing at whatever they were saying. You sat there stunned - unsure of what to make of what had happened. Finally, you got up and put your underwear and pants back on. You made your way to the bathroom and when you looked in the mirror, your eyes widened at how many teeth marks you had all over your neck and shoulders. You were going to have some bruises for a while, but you couldn’t help thinking of Shauna and how much you wanted her.

[danisbrainrot]

shauna shipman x reader a/n: minor season three spoilers, angst and unhinged shauna ahead. NSFW (it's smut because shauna this season is making me feel things). afab reader.

you watched shauna storm off, refusing to participate in whatever crazy shit the group was making you do now. you felt bad because nat had been trying to boost morale, and van had worked hard on coming up with unique to entertain the group, but you understood why she wouldn't stay around. ever since losing the baby, everyone treated her differently—like she was a tightly wound coil about to snap.

they weren't wrong; you had seen her in a rage scribbling so fast in her diary, almost setting it fire. you often watched the way she tormented mari, and shauna could be cruel. however, there was something so tragic about her that called out to you.

losing her best friend, her baby, and then javi in quick succession would cause even the sanest of people to snap, but shauna's rage simmered quietly until she unleashed it on others. everyone feared her, but you. . . you were drawn to her.

excusing yourself, you left the circle and followed shauna. everyone else, too distracted to notice, didn't see you leave.

you found shauna kneeling at her baby's grave, whispering something unintelligible. you crept closer to eavesdrop, only to snap on a branch. her head snaps up, and she locks eyes with you. it's quiet for a moment as she eyes you up and down—a shiver ran up your spine. out of delight or fear, you didn't know. perhaps both.

quicker than the blink of an eye, shauna pressed a knife to your neck. "what are you doing here?" she hissed, holding you against a tree.

you struggled to form a response, shamelessly excited by the sharp blade digging into your neck. "i was just checking up on you, shauna," you promise.

"are you here for my baby? i won't let you anywhere near him," she snapped, her face inches from yours—you could feel her hot breath on your face.

"no, i'm not here for him. i'm here for you, shauna. i noticed you left the circle—"

"i don't want to listen to a bunch of dumbasses talk about how my best friend and baby needed to die," she spat, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. if this was anyone else, they'd be terrified—but you felt something different. pity. shauna resembled a scared animal backed into a corner.

so, going against your common sense, you leant forward—showing you weren't scared of her—and smashed your lips against hers. you pull back instantly, trying to gauge her reaction.

she was frozen in place, staring at you with wide eyes—gorgeous brown eyes that had hardened after the crash. the same eyes that you'd become smitten with ever since you tried out for the soccer squad.

a panic shot through you as you realised how dumb your mistake was. she just stared at you, her anger-filled eyes fading and revealing the truth—vulnerability.

shauna's lips were on yours again. they were hungry and demanding. her hands gripped your cheeks tightly as she devoured your mouth, pressing her body up against yours to keep you in place. you rest your hands on her waist, trying to ground her.

the bark was rough against your back, the thin material of your shirt doing nothing to stop it from scratching you. you tried to readjust into a more comfortable position, but shauna wasn't letting you move. instead, she pulled away and almost ripped your shirt off. you gasped softly, receiving an eyebrow raise from shauna—almost like she was asking you if you had a problem with how rough she was.

"strip," she barked. you immediately followed her commands, pulling your shorts to your ankles and stepping out of them, placing them next to your discarded shirt. shauna pulled her butterfly shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere on the floor and unbuckled her belt. "naked."

hesitantly, you reached behind and unhooked your bra. "have you done this before?" you question, pulling the straps down and finally exposing your boobs.

shauna stared hungrily at your chest, her eyes unmoving as she shook her head. "i've had sex, just not with a woman," she replied. her eyes finally met yours, "shouldn't be that hard to learn."

you were about to scoff when she recaptured your lips. it was a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongue as shauna unleashed her pent up anger on you. she squeezed your boobs, groping them like a horny teenage boy.

her knee pressed against your heat, revealing your dripping heat. she pulled away, yanking your panties down to your ankles before running a single finger through your slick. holding her finger to your face, she smirked at you, "i held a knife to your throat."

"it was hot," you shrugged. shauna growled, taking your lips into hers again. this kiss wasn't any nicer—but you wouldn't have it any other way. you wanted her passion. her anger. her hunger. shauna bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to moan and allowing her to shove her tongue down your throat.

her knee was pressed against your core but didn't move, while her hands rested on your boobs. you were seconds away from whining and begging her to do something when she pinched your left nipple. you gasp violently, and something dark stirs in her eyes. shauna's lips move to your throat, biting down on the pulse points before licking them better. all the while, her hands twisted and pinched your nipples deliciously.

"this is how i've always liked it," she mumbled against your neck, "rough," she made her way to your clavicle, shoving you higher up the tree with her knee and leaving marks on your collarbone. "jeff never wanted to hurt me. never wanted to leave evidence for jackie to find," she sneered. "but when i'm done with you, everyone will know what happened."

one hand remains, rough handling one of your nipples, while the other trails down your sternum. the lower her finger went, the more chills rushed up your spine. shauna placed a few more marks on your clavicle, then your chest before she pulled away to watch her finger tease you. she went agonisingly slow; her finger circled your belly button before it followed your snail trail down to your bush.

you gripped onto her shoulders to ground you. she made eye contact with you, delighting in how much pleasure you were getting from this, and she hadn't even touched your most sensitive area yet.

when she finally touched your clit, she remembered how she touched her own and swirled it delicately to begin with. you were incredibly wet, so she felt comfortable picking up her pace. your breathing quickened, a soft moan slipped from your lips, but that wasn't enough for her. she wanted to see you squirm. she wanted to hear you scream for her.

she traced your slit with her finger, as you mourned the loss of contact with your clit. without warning, she slipped her middle finger into your pussy—eliciting a gasp from you. "shauna," you whispered, feeling her pump it deliciously. your wetness made it to easy, so she added another one almost immediately. "curl them," you begged, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, pausing her ministrations as she worked out how to curl them. "you. . . you still move," you bit your lip, watching her glare at you.

"i know. i'm working it out, shut up," she hissed. her pace quickened, as she took your advice. you moans were no longer soft, gaining volume the faster she went. shauna picked up a rhythm, rocking you against the tree—but you were too blissed out to feel the pain of the bark scratching your back.

her thumb circled your clit, while she continued to pump two fingers in your pussy. she struggled at first, trying to grope your boob, finger your and play with your clit—it appeared to be too much for her inexperienced self—but eventually got the hang of it. you were in bliss, getting perfectly fucked by shauna, you felt bad for not returning the favour.

a burning sensation in your stomach began to soar, as shauna brought you closer to the edge. you could feel your orgasm was swiftly approaching. "shauna, holy shit. i'm so close, i'm almost there," you moaned. her pace quickened again, as shauna began violently fingering you. any pain was replaced by pleasure as you screamed her name. shauna suddenly realised how close everyone else was and didn't want this to end, and pressed her lips against yours to shut you up.

it wasn't until shauna put her mouth back on yours that you felt your orgasm come over you in waves. you moaned in to her mouth, as she fingered you through your orgasm. you panted as she finally pulled away, pressing her forehead against yours. "my turn," she growled.

you dropped to your knees, hooking your finger around her panties and ensuring you maintained eye contact with shauna as you pulled them down.

unable to wait any longer, eager to please her, you pressed your nose against her bush and inhaled her sex. tentatively, you kitten licked her clit—her hand roughly grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face into her pussy. needing no more instruction, you laved at her clit. she grunted softly, as your licks treasured her sensitive nub. you weren't satisfied with the noise she was making, however, and decided to draw moans out of her another way.

clutching her love handles, your nose nudged at her clit as you licked strips of her slit. your tongue dipped, causing a loud moan to erupt from her. shauna covered her mouth with her elbow, looking down at you fiercely. the grip on the back of your head tightened as she rocked her hips against you.

you ate her out like a starving woman, and she was your last meal. if this was winter, she might have been. but thankfully it was springtime.

shauna was close, you could tell. her hips rocked erratically as you began frantically eating her out. your nose rubbing against her clit was the final straw. shauna let out the loudest moan you'd heard as she came.

you lapped up her juices, eating her out through her orgasm before cleaning her up. when you finally pulled away, you looked up at her through your eyelashes and smirked at her face. shauna stared down at you and smiled—the first genuine smile you'd seen from her in a long time. it was a ghost of a smile, but it was still there.

"i think you should hold a knife to my throat more often," you joked.

"you should move in to my tent. . . in case i ever need to blow off some steam," she mumbled.

"okay, but i'm a big spoon—"

"i'm not spooning you," she snapped.

you raised your hand in surrender, "whatever you say, shauna." you smirked, knowing she'd crack, eventually.

[inocentuure]

every breath you take. |   shauna shipman

the gymnasium was alive with flashing lights and thumping music, the air buzzing with the excitement of the night. it was homecoming, and the crowd of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors had gathered, creating a sea of glittering dresses and sharp suits. shauna shipman stood on the edge of the dance floor, nervously fidgeting with the straps of her dress, her eyes darting from the groups around her to you.

you, standing just a few feet away, caught her gaze, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of your lips. shauna had been a friend of yours since the start of freshman year, but lately, something felt different. the way her eyes lingered on you when she thought you weren’t looking, the way she’d laugh a little louder at your jokes, the way her hand would brush yours just a bit longer than necessary. you’d caught on, though, and now, here you were, standing together at homecoming.

"hey," shauna said, her voice a little shaky as she stepped closer to you. "do you, uh, wanna... dance?"

you nodded without hesitation, your heart fluttering as you reached out, offering her your hand. "yeah, i'd love to."

you moved onto the dance floor, the music swelling around you, its beat pulling you into the rhythm. shauna placed her hands carefully on your waist, her touch light but warm. you slid your hands to her shoulders, feeling the tension in her posture. her body seemed stiff, and she kept glancing over your shoulder, her eyes flicking toward jackie and her boyfriend, jeff, who were dancing a few feet away.

shauna’s gaze lingered on them for a moment too long, her lips pressed into a tight line. you could see the way her eyes followed jackie’s laughter, how her hands twitched like she was about to pull away from you.

you leaned in a little, your voice soft but confident. "shauna..." you began, catching her attention. "don’t look at them. look at me."

she froze for a moment, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. she hesitated, as if unsure whether to meet your eyes or look back at jackie and jeff. but then, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, she tilted her head to meet your gaze.

her eyes, wide and uncertain, locked with yours, and for a few seconds, the world seemed to slow down. the flashing lights, the laughter, the music—it all blurred into the background, leaving just the two of you standing there, suspended in the moment.

shauna's hands, still on your waist, seemed to relax a little. her fingers lightly traced the fabric of your dress, her touch almost shy now. her breath caught, and she quickly looked away, but not before you saw the faintest blush on her face.

you smiled, a small reassuring smile that was enough to make her feel safe, to let her know that she didn’t have to be nervous. "it’s just us right now, okay?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough for her to hear.

shauna nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile, though her eyes remained on yours now. the quiet moment stretched, and she seemed to finally relax, her posture softening. the song played on, and the two of you swayed together in sync, the world falling away as you stayed locked in that private little bubble.

and for that moment, everything was just as it should be.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

All I Want For Christmas

Pairing: Shauna x reader

Warnings: None

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"It's so cold," you whine, walking through the crowded streets. Bags of gifts for your family and friends are in one hand, and the other is held tight in Shauna's. Of course, it's December. It's supposed to be cold. But that doesn't keep you from complaining about it.

"I told you to dress warm," Shauna replies, giving you a look as you walk into a bookstore. It doesn't stay on her face long, though, before softening into something a bit gentler.

"This is warm. I just didn't realize how fucking cold it was going to be. You'd think a sweater and coat would be enough." You're huffing like a petulant child, and it takes Shauna a lot to not laugh at you.

She leads you through aisles and aisles of books, gripping your hand like a vice as she does. You'd think it was romantic, if you didn't know her. She just didn't want to have to go looking for you when you inevitably wandered off. Which, if you thought about it, was romantic in it's own right, not wanting to lose you. Romantic in a poetic way, the way Shauna often was.

"You know, it is December. Which is winter. You should probably assume it's going to be pretty cold." She's not even looking at you now, too engrossed in the books on the shelves.

You sigh, a cross between annoyance and fondness. "If I had known you were just going to insult me the entire time, I wouldn't have come with you."

She turns to you, finally, and smiles. "You asked me to go Christmas shopping with you. You chose this, not me."

In lieu of a response, you just squeeze her hand, and she laughs again. Part of you wants to kiss her in the middle of the crowded bookstore, but you're pretty sure she'd punch you for that. So you settle for walking around behind her as she shops, noting which books she looks at so you can buy them later.

When Shauna finishes perusing the store, she leads you back to the front, smiling. "We're about to go back outside. It's cold, I know that. You know that. Don't complain about it."

'You take all my fun away."

She groans, but you know her heart isn't in it. You start walking, and once again, Shauna is dragging you through crowded streets, this time to a body care store.

"I need to get something for my mom here. She asked for bath salts, whatever the hell that is."

Now it's your turn to laugh, finding both her grumpiness and her love for her mom endearing.

"Work kicking her ass?"

"The ER always gets crazy around the holidays, and she just wants to relax. I don't know if she'll be able to, but hey, I'm gonna get her what she asked for." She shrugs, and you practically melt into a puddle on the spot.

"You're a good daughter, Shauna." You see her blush at that, and she brushes it off like it's an annoyance to hear the compliment.

You're following her around like a puppy, again, watching her pick up and smell a plethora of different bath salts.

"Should I get her other stuff too? This doesn't feel like enough." Shauna's looking at you expectantly, brown eyes wide.

You shrug, picking up a bath bomb. "You could get her one of these, too. You know, the whole spa experience."

"Good idea." Shauna squeezes your hand, grabbing a couple bath bombs, and a bottle of lotion for good measure. "You're so much better than me at the 'self care' shit."

"What I'm here for, Shipman."

She pays, and you leave the store, braving the cold for the final time that day. The two of you make your way to Shauna's car, and you're glad to be rid of both the cold and the bags you've been carrying. When you slide into the passenger seat, Shauna suddenly looks a bit shy.

"I got you something. Like, an early gift." She pulls out a rectangular present, and you know almost immediately what it might be. Shauna hands it to you, and inside is an annotated copy of a book you'd been eyeing. It's so sweet, and so Shauna, that you almost start crying.

Instead of saying anything, you lean over the center console and kiss her softly on the lips as a thank you.

"This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, you do realize that, right?" You're looking at her like she hung the moon, and she turns away, blushing bright red.

"It's just a book."

"A book I know you would never normally read, that you not only read, but annotated. For me. Thank you." It takes all your strength to not kiss her all over.

She rolls her eyes, putting the car in gear. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

"I do."

[rhiannonsknife]

Okay okay so hear me out.

Imagine the Yellowjackets are actually at the nationals instead of the plane crashing. And Jackie desperately tries to avoid r BUT the coach puts them in the same room for whatever reason, maybe shauna and jackie were playing around too much so as punishment shauna had to switch with r.

Now that they’re both forced to be closer than usual Jackie is genuinely losing her mind and her emotions are ALL around. Maybe they hook up, maybe not. Or they have a GENUINE conversation for once, which surprises Jackie..

You can do whatever you want with that idea, it’s totally up to you

— summary: you’re secretly hooking up with your teammate at nationals. masterlist.

— warnings: implied internalized homophobia & cheating. angst. hurt/no comfort because this is how things are done here. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

— a/n: enough with the jackie taylor fluff, back to the filthy lesbian sex + angst. you’re welcome.

the hallway of the hotel buzzes with the usual pre-competition chaos: teammates of various different schools all across the states scurrying between rooms, the sound of laughter and last-minute pep talks echoing off the walls. nationals. the peak of everything the yellowjackets had worked for all season. your last chance to win the thing as a team before most of you graduate.

obviously, jackie should feel excited, focused, and ready to step onto that court and lead her team to victory one final time.

instead, her stomach churns, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the pressure of the next couple of days.

“switching rooms is a terrible idea,” she reasons, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glares at coach martinez.

“this is not a debate, taylor,” he replies, voice clipped. “this isn’t summer camp. you’re here to win, not distract your teammates with shipman. now get your stuff and make the swap. it’s only a weekend”

jackie glances sideways, catching your eye from where you stand a little further down the hall. you’re leaning casually against the wall, trying to act like you’re not paying attention, but she knows better. you’ve always been good at reading her, too good for her comfort. what you’re not so good at is pretending.

she can see the way you’re watching the exchange, trying to hide the obvious amusement in your gaze as jackie tries to reason with the coach.

she’s been doing her absolute best to keep her distance, to keep things simple and clean. nationals are stressful enough without throwing whatever this is into the mix. but now, thanks to shauna’s antics, the universe has decided to test her self-control all over again.

with a resigned sigh and not another look back at coach martinez, jackie grabs her bag and stalks toward her new room.

you’re barely done setting your things down when she barges past you and into the space

“hello to you too, roomie” you mutter as you close the door on your own way in.

she shoots you a look, tossing her bag onto the other bed with more force than necessary. “don’t get too comfortable,” she mutters. “this isn’t permanent”

“oh?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “didn’t realize you had the power to override coach’s orders all of a sudden”

jackie’s jaw tightens, her posture stiffening as she stands by the bed. “i don’t,” she snaps, her voice sharp. “but i’ll talk to him tomorrow and get it fixed. until then, just…stay on your side of the room”

you scoff, setting your bag down with a little more force than necessary. “stay on my side of the room? what are we? fucking twelve?”

jackie glares at you. “i’m serious,” she says, brushing past you to grab her toiletries from her bag. “i don’t want any trouble”

“trouble?” you repeat, your voice rising slightly. truthfully, you don’t mean to. but ever since you started whatever this is between you, jackie has been doing the same thing over and over: pushing you away, pretending like you don’t exist at all. she won’t even look at you in school. all you can do is watch when she’s with jeff instead, holding his hands or kissing him in the hall, for once not afraid of the affection

“you’re the one acting like this is the end of the world. it’s just one night, jackie. maybe try not making it weird for once”

jackie freezes mid-motion, her hand gripping the zipper of her duffel bag. when she turns to face you, there’s a familiar edge in her expression. “i’m making it weird?” she shoots back. “you think i want to be stuck here with you?”

the words hit harder than they should, but you refuse to let her see the sting. of course jackie taylor wouldn’t want to be caught in the same room with you if you’re not knuckle deep inside her simultaneously.

“right,” you say flatly, crossing your arms. “because it’s so awful being in the same room as me, huh? god forbid we have to actually talk like normal people”

jackie flinches at the unexpected bitterness in your tone, but she doesn’t back down either. “i’m just saying,” she starts. “this is nationals. it’s a big deal. we should be focusing on the game, not…whatever”

“whatever,” you echo, narrowing your eyes. “right. because that’s all this is to you. just some ‘whatever’”

her cheeks flush, and she glances away, busying herself with folding a stray sweatshirt. “i didn’t say that,” she mutters.

“you didn’t have to,” you reply, your voice slightly quieter now, but no less tense. “you know, for someone who’s so concerned about ‘trouble,’ you’re pretty good at creating it”

jackie’s hands still, her knuckles whitening as she grips the shirt tightly. for a moment, it looks like she might say something, but then she exhales sharply and shoves the sweatshirt away. a part of you would prefer it if she actually did. if she, for once, recognizes what you two have, rather than keeping it something shameful. something unspoken. it shouldn’t surprise you that she doesn’t.

“i’m going to take a shower,” jackie announces instead. “just…stay out of my way”

she doesn’t wait for a response before grabbing her things and heading for the door, leaving you alone in the too-quiet room. the door slams shut behind her, and you sink onto the edge of your bed, rubbing a hand over your face.

this wasn’t what you had envisioned for the nationals. you didn’t ask to be thrown into a room with jackie, but now that you are, you can’t help the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. why do you have to be punished, just because she and shauna can’t behave?

jackie has been keeping you at arm’s length for months now, barely acknowledging you outside of stolen moments behind closed doors that she won’t talk about. and now, trapped in this tiny room together, all the tension and unspoken words feel like they’re pressing down on you, endlessly heavy and suffocating.

when she finally returns, her hair damp and her face scrubbed clean, the air between you is no less charged.

she moves stiffly, avoiding your gaze as she sets her toiletries down and climbs into bed without a word. you briefly consider saying something to break the silence, but the memory of her earlier words

you think I want to be stuck here with you?

holds you back. instead, you turn off the bedside lamp and lie down on your back, the too-small room plunging into darkness.

a long time passes by in the familiar silence. it’s all it ever is with jackie: radio silence until it’s not an inconvenience for her to want you. then, you’ll have her for a couple of hours, before things go back to how they were before.

the other bed creaks softly beside you as jackie shifts, her back to you. for a second, you think she’s fallen asleep already. then you hear her sigh, low and almost inaudible.

despite everything, her sharp words, her cold demeanor, you know jackie, for better or for worse. you know she’s scared, for reasons beyond you, and conflicted. she’s trying so desperately to pretend to be something she’s not. and she would've been able to succeed with it, had it not been for you.

the silence stretches on, thick and heavy. at some point, you roll onto your side, your back to hers too, determined to get some sleep, yet to no avail. you hear it before she speaks: the faintest shift of the mattress as jackie turns.

“are you awake?” she murmurs, her voice hesitant.

you don’t answer right away, torn between wanting to keep your distance and the part of you that aches to close the gap between you. finally, you whisper, “yeah”

she falls silent for a moment, and you can almost sense her weighing whether or not to say more.

you hear movement in the dark, and you’re about to turn when the mattress dips by your legs where jackie has sat. ”i didn’t mean what i said earlier. about not wanting to be here“

you swallow hard, your heart thudding in your chest. you don’t dare to turn and look at her. “then why say it?”

jackie hesitates. you can feel her shift closer, the warmth of her body radiating against your back. a part of you wants to push her away. another, stronger and more determined part wants her endlessly closer. “because it’s easier,” she admits quietly. you force yourself to fight against the shiver that threatens to run down your back when she curls up against you, her breath warm on your shoulder blade. “it’s easier to push you away than…than deal with any of this”

her words hang in the air, and you find yourself turning to face her. the darkness between you doing nothing to hide the vulnerability in her expression from this close. this, you realize as you take in jackie’s features, is the most vulnerable she’s ever been around you.

“how do you feel?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

jackie’s gaze drops, her fingers curling into the edge of the blanket between you. “i don’t know,” she says, but the tremble in her voice betrays her. “i just know that when i’m with you, everything gets so…complicated”

you reach out, your hand brushing against hers. “it doesn’t have to be”

jackie doesn’t move, her eyes locked on yours. then, slowly, tentatively, she closes the distance between you, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s equal parts hesitation and longing.

when she finally pulls away, her forehead rests against yours, and she exhales shakily. “this doesn’t change anything,” she whispers. there she is again. the jackie you know. the jackie you will despise again in the morning. the jackie you have, unfortunately, fallen in love with months ago, long before she decided that you were worth to keep around for some occasional hook ups.

you don’t respond verbally. if this is all of her that you’ll get tonight, you will still very much take it.

jackie’s fingertips trace your cheeks as your mouths move together. you’re not even sure who has leaned in first this time, only that you’re kissing her again and that she’s kissing you back just as eagerly.

her lips are so soft against yours it’s unfair, yet they’re demanding and hungry, ravishing your mouth in a way you never dared to imagine. simultaneously, her hands are running all over you, wherever jackie can reach. frustrated with how restrictive these blankets are, she grunts and pushes them aside.

with the newfound space, she smoothly slides on top of you, your legs tangling together on the plain bedsheets.

“come here” she murmurs, closing the distance between you again. you part your lips almost immediately, giving in to all that stupid, pent-up hunger.

it’s not long after, that you try bucking your hips upward, chasing after a pressure she is not yet providing. jackie has never been one to give. you can remember the one single time where she’s actually shoved her hand down your pants. it’d been in the back of your car, from a slightly awkward angle and without much aftercare to it. but it had been, to this day, one of your best orgasms simply because it was jackie taylor’s hand that had been touching you that night. to this day, it is what you think back to when you’re alone in your room.

now, she seems oddly eager to touch you. except this time, you realize, you have time. there are no parents anywhere nearby, no jeff that could catch or overhear you. just the two of you, in the middle of the night.

maybe coach martinez had, unknowingly done you the biggest favor of your lifetime.

you bite your lip when jackie leans back to look down at you. her hair is a mess, her chest heaving with how hard she’s panting.

one tug is all it takes before she’s all over you again, caging you in between her forearms on either side of your head. you bury your hands in her hair and allow yourself to pretend that any of this is normal.

her shirt comes off first, tossed off the bed carelessly. you sit before her, hands roaming her sides, eyes glued to her chest. yours is next and jackie seems almost impatient to peel it off of you. once you’re both topless, she pushes you back into the mattress and straddles your hips.

you moan into her mouth when her bare breasts slide up against yours. eager to feel more of this, for as long as she lets you, you arch your back up against jackie. she groans softly into your mouth, the noise shooting straight between your legs.

“jackie” you manage. your fingers have, without you even noticing, wrapped around her forearms in a silent plea for her to stay this close. you only let go when she puts her mouth to the side of your neck and sucks.

well, this is new, you briefly think. jackie, for obvious reasons, never lets you mark her up at all. but you didn’t think of her as one to be into leaving hickeys. how you’ll cover them in the morning is a problem for your future self. for now, you just don’t want her to stop. whatever has gotten into her tonight, you want more of it.

“jackie” you sigh again, more urgency in your voice this time. “touch me”

she leans back from where she had her face buried in the crook of your neck. for a moment, as your hand slides from the back of her head, you think you’ve messed it all up. you’d been playing with fire from the start. and now you’ve pushed her too far, asked for too much. then, an unfamiliar determination flickers over jackie’s face, and her fingers drop down to your shorts.

“holy shit” you can’t help but mutter when she, unlike what you expected, doesn’t immediately shove her hand down past the waistline. instead, jackie pushes them all the way down your legs with your help, leaving you in your underwear. she watches as you kick them off, then turns back to face you. you do notice that she’s purposefully not looking right at you, but you don’t mind it all that much when she settles down beside you and runs her flat palm down your body.

her fingers briefly brush over your nipples but don’t waste any time to get to where you both want them the most. you’ve learned to love jackie in the quiet, stolen moments in between. you can’t miss anything you’ve never had and only the comfort of a bed and a room all to yourselves seems too luxurious to be true. you’re not going to ruin this for yourself by getting caught up in the lack of proper foreplay.

you involuntarily spread your legs wider for jackie when she reaches your underwear and you can feel her smile against the side of your neck, where she’s resting her head.

when her index finger runs over the fabric there, her mouth falls open. she must feel the wet patch of your arousal.

“you’re so-“ she gasps, just barely managing to cut herself off in time. jackie taylor doesn’t speak to you while she gets you off. she clears her throat and makes up by finally pushing your underwear aside.

you have to slam a hand over your mouth so your next-door neighbors won’t hear the sound you make when jackie circles your clit for the first time. she’s deliberate, her wrist moving in firm, clockwise circular motions.

the blankets rustle quietly as she adjusts, propping her weight down on one hand as she lingers above you and watches, then presses down harder.

your head falls back into the pillows and your jaw goes slack. to your surprise, jackie’s expression is a reflection of your own: her mouth hangs open as though she’s the one who’s getting touched, and her eyes are heavy as they study your reactions. just by the way she’s touching you, you wouldn’t know that this is only her second time doing this. she must've been attentive to the way you've been touching her during all of your past hook-ups.

you can feel how wet you’re getting -embarrassingly fast. her fingers slide over you in no time whatsoever, gathering your arousal on them before pushing it up and over your clit.

a shuddered breath falls from your lips. jackie is still watching you, alternating between your face (yet never your eyes) and where her hand is moving between your legs.

she keeps this up until you can feel her in every single nerve ending. whether jackie knows this or not, though something tells you that she does, this is not quite enough to make you cum. it’s merely enough to get you towards that edge, toeing it, yet never falling over. the pressure isn’t hard enough, the sensation too brief.

in spite of yourself, you begin to rock your hips into her hand. at this point, you’re so wet it’s dripping through your underwear. there’s no reason to hide your own desperation anymore when she can feel it herself.

“jackie-“ you gasp. it’s tortuously good.

the first time she looks into your eyes that night is when she dips her soaked finger lower and pushes it inside. the moan that you let out at this is definitely too loud for a packed hotel, but she makes no attempt to hush you.

you can feel the place where jackie's pebbled nipples press against you, every inch of exposed skin curled up with your own, and her breath fans against your earlobe. you’re half convinced you’re only imagining it when she whispers: “you like this?”

you hardly hear the words at all, drowned out by your own, mindless gasps and the sounds coming from where jackie is pounding into you; the obscenely slick noises.

she’s deep. she’s so deep inside of you, her delicate fingers pressing deeper than she’s ever been before. it’s the first time you actually feel her there and that alone is enough for your eyes to roll back in your head.

“yeah” you manage just so.

“yeah?” jackie pouts, almost mockingly, forcing them inside some more.

“oh my god” is all you can say to that.

usually, it would be you touching her. this is one of those rare occasions where the roles are reversed. where jackie gets to touch you. to fuck you, really: she's pressing her hips against you from where she’s lingering on top, draws them back as she does the same with her hand, then snaps them back immediately the moment she pumps her fingers into you. like she’s really fucking you, you think.

it briefly occurs to you that maybe, if jackie is so eager for this, you’ll have to invest in a strap so that you can fill each other up properly. then again, it would probably be too much to bring this idea up to her. you’ll consider yourself lucky if she so much as looks at you after tonight.

as soon as jackie’s third finger slips into you, you no longer bother to even try and hold your head up. she’s never fucked you like that and you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing for this feeling back.

she’s steadily pressing, curling, and exploring with three of her fingers and all you can do is chant cries of her name as you try to ride her hand.

your head falls to the side, into the pillows. a necessary but pointless try to stifle your moans.

“jackie please”

you can hear her mumbling words of “that’s it” and “take it” against your temple but it’s white noise to what you feel when her thumb finds your clit, rubbing in fast circles that match the brutal pace she’s set. even jackie is panting now. her wrists must be aching, at this rate, but she’s not stopping. you wonder if she’s as wet for you as you are for her. you know how easy it is to get her wet. so she must be, it wouldn’t surprise you if she’s stained your bed.

in the end, these aren’t the thoughts that push you over the edge. it’s jackie’s voice urging you to “cum” to “please cum for me”.

the rest of the world blurs in and out of focus and, for as long as your orgasm lasts, there’s nothing but the pleasure that explodes in your abdomen and leaves you shaking on the mattress.

you choke out a moan as it washes over you. jackie is watching you, her mouth hanging open like it only dawns upon her now that she's got this kind of effect on you.

even as the pleasure starts to fade, your thighs are still shaking. jackie is almost hesitant about lifting her hand from between your legs, though she makes a point of not looking down at your arousal on her before she wipes it off on the mattress.

“holy shit” you mutter, staring at the ceiling above and dropping the weight of your head back onto the pillows. your whole body feels ten times lighter than it did mere minutes ago.

reality sinks in soon enough though.

after another deep breath, you turn to jackie. she's still sitting on your mattress, but her bare back is turned to you. stupidly enough, you try to reach out. she senses the movement and shoots you a sharp glance, so your hand freezes mid-air, never reaching her.

“don't” the sharpness in her voice has no right to sting the way it does. you pull your hand back, uselessly dropping it onto the mattress.

“jackie...”

“i said don't" she snaps all over again. "it's better this way”

better for who? you wonder. the question burns but you force yourself to bite it back. there's no point in trying to push her further. you watch jackie reach for her discarded clothes on the floor. her movements are hurried as she pulls her shirt back over her head. like if she's frantic enough about it, it'll all go away.

“was it something i-” “no,” she immediately interrupts. with her shirt back on, she stands. “don’t make this into something it’s not”

“jackie you don’t have to-“

“this didn’t mean anything” she interjects all over again. “we shouldn’t have…it was a mistake, okay? it won’t happen again”

“a mistake?”

it’s not the first time jackie calls it that. for a ‘mistake’ she’s been coming back a surprising amount of times. yet it always comes down to this.

“i don’t want to talk about it,” she snaps, her arms cross defensively over her chest as she turns toward her bed. “we have nationals tomorrow. we need to focus”

“are you serious right now?” your voice rises slightly. “jackie, you can’t just-“

“i can,” she says firmly. “and i am”

you sit there, half naked and stunned into silence as jackie climbs into her own bed and pulls the covers up to her chin, facing the wall so you can’t see her expression. her breathing is shaky, though, and you can tell she’s trying hard to steady it.

“fine,” you say stubbornly when you realize she’s actually serious. “pretend it didn’t happen. pretend it didn’t mean anything to you”

jackie doesn’t respond.

you sit in the stillness for what feels like an eternity. as you finally settle under the covers, your back turned to her, you hear jackie’s voice:

“stay away from me. for the rest of this trip”

you swallow hard, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “got it,” you whisper.

then, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of her breathing. jackie doesn’t move, and neither do you. whatever you’d hoped might come from tonight has slipped right through your fingers.

eventually, jackie’s breathing evens out, and you wonder if she’s actually asleep or just pretending. either way, you close your eyes, trying to make the hurt fade.

[shaunamilfman]

Mastermind

In which Y/N "It's not stalking if it's for true love" L/N gaslights, gatekeeps, and girlbosses her way into becoming Shauna Shipman's girlfriend.

A/N: There's like 2 OC's just because it wouldn't work if you knew the yj's but they have like no real importance.

"Shauna Shipman," he repeats. "You want to ask Shauna Shipman to go out with you?" he asks incredulously. 

"Yep. That's what I said," You confirm. 

Henry groans and buries his head in his hands. He looks up at you incredulously and says, "The Shauna Shipman that punched that baseball player so hard his feet left the ground?"

You pause for a second, considering, before saying "He probably deserved it." You shrug. "Besides, I'm not immune to big brown eyes. History of violence or not."

"Do we even know if she likes girls? Maybe she's straight." He pleads. 

"Have you seen how many flannels she owns? If she's straight it's cultural appropriation at this point." 

He sighs despondently and concedes the point. You grin happily and slide your notebook in front of him. You've watched Shauna for the last few months to an admittedly stalkerish level, but you swore it was for a good cause. Well, a good cause to you at least. You've created a foolproof 5 step plan to get Shauna to be your girlfriend. 

Step one: Infiltration

You were pretty confident on this step given that it was the easiest step of the plan by far. One thing that you know about Shauna, admittedly one thing that everyone knew about Shauna, was that she loved English. Not only did she like it, but she was really good at it. 

The plan? Talk to your English teacher about getting a tutor, and who else would she ask other than her best student. There is, however, one flaw in this plan: You were also good at English. 

… 

Your teacher looks at you skeptically before asking, "Are you sure that you of all people need help on this section?" You look away from her to the floor, feigning embarrassment. Really, you were just trying to hide your guilty expression. 

You shift uncomfortably and say "Well… It's just that I have a lot going on at home right now, and I haven't really had time t-". Your teacher cuts you off by putting a hand on your shoulder and giving you an empathetic look. 

"Oh, of course y/n. I know that sometimes external factors play a big role in schoolwork. Everybody has trouble sometimes." She smiles at you comfortingly as you try not to die inside. She pauses consideringly, then says "I think I have just the student in mind. Let me talk to her and I'll get back to you."

You nod bravely and slip your backpack on. "Thank you, it really means a lot to me." Your teacher waves your thanks off as you turn and leave the room. 

You turn to look at Henry who's waiting outside the door for you. "Well?" He asks. You groan and bury your head in your hands. 

"God, she was so nice about it. I'm going to hell." You whine. He laughs boisterously and wraps his arm around your shoulder as he drags you down the hall. 

"If you were already going to hell for being gay, wouldn't it just cancel out?" He asks teasingly. 

You shoot him an amused grin. "Do you think it's like PEMDAS, Henry?" You ask teasingly. You're so caught up in your conversation that you don't even notice the brown eyes following you down the hallway, and out the front door. 

You even miss the jealous scoff, and the sound of a locker door slamming shut. 

Step Two: Establish a rapport

You’re packing your stuff up a few days later when your English teacher asks you to stay behind for a second. You can see Henry out of the corner of your eye mouth Good Luck, as he heads outside. You finish packing up your stuff and wait awkwardly by her desk until everyone else has left the room. Your teacher sends you a quick smile as she shuffles some papers on her desk before handing you a handwritten note.

You grab it and glance down at it and read, Shauna Shipman. Library during 4th period. You trace your thumb gently over the words for a moment. You reread it a couple times. Not to savor it, just because her handwriting is fucking awful. God, you think. She’s lucky she’s hot. And smart. And funny. and… 

You’re getting off track. “Shauna Shipman?” You ask, feigning confusion. “Does she have a free period during 4th as well?” Your teacher nods encouragingly.

“She’s my best student, besides you of course. It’s really lucky that you were both available at the same time.” She says. Yeah… Lucky. You smile and make your goodbyes before meeting Henry in the hallway. You hold the note lazily between two fingers and flash him a smirk. He laughs and shakes his head.

…

You leave lunch a few minutes early to beat Shauna there. As you look around the library you wonder if it would be too much if you picked her favorite table. Could you play it off as mere chance? You wonder. You hope that by picking it you’ll make her more comfortable. You hear an impatient sigh behind you. Shit, you’re still blocking the door. You decide to pick it anyway, and lay your things down on the table.

She walks in a few minutes later, just as the bell signaling the start of 4th period rings. She looks around unsurely for a second before she sees you. She blinks slightly when she sees the table you’ve picked, but seems to shake it off quickly enough. You shift in your seat and twirl your pencil a little anxiously. Maybe it was too much. She sits down across from you and sends you a tight smile.

“Y/N, right?” She asks, “I’m Shauna.” You smile playfully.

“You obviously knew me well enough to pick me out from across the room.” You say teasingly, “Now you want to ask my name?” She rolls her eyes, but the corners of her lips lift slightly.

“Jackie makes it a habit to know everyone in our year” She says, a little stiff. You nod, as if thinking carefully. 

“That’s the blonde girl, right?” You ask. Her eyes widened slightly. “Yeah,” Shauna nods, suddenly paying you more attention. 

“Well, that’s nice of her.” You say, and then gesture towards your notes. “Should we get started?”

… 

Shauna’s been meeting you in the library twice a week for a month before you gather the courage to approach her outside of it.

You're walking out to your car with Henry trailing behind you when you see it. You stop in your tracks and Henry curses as he bumps into you. You turn to him and hold a finger over your lips before nodding your head to the side. He glances over and rolls his eyes. He throws his hands up defeatedly before walking off to lean against your car. 

There she was, Shauna Shipman all alone on a bench. You walk over to her but she doesn't seem to notice you as she writes furiously in her notebook. You make sure not to look at it before asking, "You journal?" 

She slams the journal shut instinctively before shooting you a startled look. Interesting. You think. You've never seen her this unsure. Her hair is messy and she's a little sweaty. She must've just gotten out of soccer practice. You try not to think of how she'd look sprinting across the field, lest you daydream the day away. 

"Uh… Yeah." She says sharply, talkative as always. You look down at your feet as if embarrassed. "Sorry, were you busy? I just wanted to talk to you about my English essay." You mumble, half turning to walk away. 

She softens considerably. "Wait" She says, "How'd it go?" You grin happily down at her as you shift your backpack off of one shoulder to rummage around inside. You pull out your crumpled paper and hand it to her proudly. 

She glances down at it, her face unreadable. "We didn't discuss this," Shauna says softly as her eyes move quickly across the page. "This is… Very in-depth Y/N."

You freeze and try not to noticeably panic. "I'm pretty good at making stuff up at the last minute," You admit with a touch of anxiety. You try to shrug it off but you can tell she doesn't completely believe you. 

"Anyways, I wanted to know if I could make it up to you somehow? Like buy you a coffee or something?" You ask hopefully. 

She gives you a long look before she seems to decide on an answer. Just as she opens her mouth you can hear the sound of a door opening and a bubbly laugh. Shauna immediately stands up and glances towards it. 

Of course, You think, Jackie Fucking Taylor. You try not to sigh audibly, but judging by the way the corners of Shauna's lips twitch in response you don't think you succeeded. Jackie Taylor was the one flaw of your plan. 

Jackie and Shauna had been Jackie-and-Shauna way before you ever had a crush on her, and you were never quite sure where they stood relationship wise. Sometimes they looked deeply in love, but female friendships are just like that sometimes, right? Right? 

You quickly tell Shauna goodbye and walk off before Jackie reaches you. Turning your back means that you miss the annoyed glance Shauna sends Jackie as Jackie completely fails at winking and rocks excitedly on her heels as she watches you walk away. 

Step 3: Meet outside of school

You're slowly putting your stuff in your locker a few days later when suddenly you get tapped on your shoulder. You're excited, but a little confused. Shauna's last class is on the other side of the building, she shouldn't have been able to get here this quickly. You were hoping to catch her though, it's why you were still here in the first place. 

You spin around with a grin on your face before it noticeably falls. "Oh." You say unenthusiastically, "Hey Alice." You've talked to Alice a few times before, though it's better to say Alice has talked to you. She smiles widely at you as she talks about something exciting that happened in her math class earlier. 

You nod along disinterestedly as you glance over her shoulder for Shauna. "So?" She asks, "What do you think?"

You startle noticeably. "Sorry, what?" You ask, looking directly at her for the first time in this conversation. Her face fell a little, but she continues "I asked if you wanted to go to the movies with me this weekend?" 

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. Has she been flirting with you this entire time? 

"Uh no, sorry. I um… don't like movies." You lie, looking at your feet awkwardly. 

"You don't… like movies," She repeats slowly. "Right." She says stiffly, before turning and storming off. Atleast, she tries to storm off. You hear a loud thud and look up to see that she's hit the floor. 

"Whoops." Shauna says blankly. "Looks like you tripped." She smiles sarcastically, "Should probably be more careful."

"And you." Shauna says slowly, with a tight-lipped smile "You promised to buy me coffee."

"I did," You say weakly. "Do you think you should do it today?" She asks, tilting her head and feigning confusion. 

"Oh. Oh uh yeah absolutely. Do you want to go today? We could totally go today," You blurt out nervously. She nods and you reach down to pull out a piece of paper to write the address down. You notice that at some point Alice got up and walked away but you don't pay it any mind. 

You hand Shauna the address of the coffee shop. She looks down at it and back up at you in confusion. "Don't you always drive Jackie home?" You remind her. She hums in acknowledgement before turning and walking off towards Jackie. 

You close your eyes and rest your head against the locker. God she's intense.

… 

She shows up about five minutes after you, looking a little sheepish. Her shoulders are tense and she's fiddling with the button on the sleeve of her flannel. She scans the tables before making a beeline towards you. 

She sits down across from you and shoots you a quick smile. "Sorry, about earlier," She says. You tilt your head curiously. 

"I think I was a little short with you, before. I'd just gotten a bad test back." She says, not looking you in the eye. You stare at her for a second, unconvinced. Was she jealous of Alice? You wonder. You grin suddenly at the thought. 

You wave off her apology. "Shame that Alice tripped though." You tease. 

"Yeah," She blushes, "A shame." She glances around uncomfortably. Her eyes light up suddenly. "Oh," She says, "There's a bookstore attached?" 

"I thought you might like it. I do owe you one, after all." You say, trying not to sound too pleased. She tries to look interested in the conversation but you just laugh it off. "Do you want to go look at the books first?" 

She blushes slightly at being caught and gives you a soft smile.

…

You trail a couple steps behind her as she walks around, comfortably watching her in silence. She finally decides on a book to buy and you gently take it from her hands as she walks up to the counter. “I’ve got it. Why don’t you go ahead and order a drink while I get this.” You say.

You pay for the book, but don’t immediately walk over to her. You stand behind a shelf, mostly hidden from her view. You watch her for as long as you can conceivably get away with. You’ve always enjoyed just seeing her go about her day. She shifts slightly in her seat and crosses one  leg over the other, looking over her shoulder to see where you went.

You wait till she turns back and join her at the table, glancing down at the book and laughing quietly. “I didn’t peg you as a Jane Austen fan.” You tease. “A big romantic then, Shauna?”

“Maybe a little.” She confesses, “You can’t deny Austen’s influence on modern literature though.”

“Absolutely,” You acknowledge, “You know, I’ve always been really interested in literature too.”

“Really?” She asks, looking at you curiously.

“Yeah, absolutely. I’ve always been pretty good at it.” You say with a grin.

“So good at it you needed a tutor?” She asks smugly, grinning back at you. She takes a sip from her drink while still maintaining playful eye contact with you.

“I’ve got a confession,” You say confidently. 

“A confession?” She asks, still smiling at you. 

“I didn’t really need a tutor that bad. Just fell behind a little,” You admit, “I really only needed the first session.” She laughs a bit but seems confused.

“I just… I wanted to see you again and I wasn’t sure if I could ask.” You say. Her eyes widen, but she seems pleased with your confession. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward toward you.

“Ask.” She says quietly, a teasing look on her face.

“Could I take you on a date, Shauna?” You ask.

“You could take me on a second date.” She says playfully, glancing around the room. “Seems like you already planned this place for me.” Your face lights up as you look at her and nod shyly.

“I did,” You admit. She looks quickly around the room before squeezing your hand affectionately. “I’m glad you did. I really enjoyed it,” She admits softly.

…

“So I’m guessing it went well?” Henry teases. You grin at him, but that’s not much of a surprise. You're still riding the high of your date with Shauna last night. “Not that I had any doubt it wouldn’t,” He admits. “That’s generally what happens when you watch someone around school for weeks.” You smile sardonically at him. He really didn’t know the half of it, if he thought you were only watching at school.

Step 4: The Date 

You exhale nervously and lay your head on top of the steering wheel. You tap your fingers on your thighs trying to get rid of your nervous energy. You were admittedly pretty surprised when Shauna told you to pick her up at her house. You knew that she usually got ready with Jackie, or rather that Jackie usually got her ready. You pull yourself together and out of the car in one fluid motion.

You raise your hand to knock on the door but it opens before your fist lands on it. “Hey,” Shauna says stiffly, still dressed in the outfit she wore to school that day. “Sorry, I’m running a little late. Do you want to come and wait in my room while I finish?” You nod unsurely, not sure why she suddenly seems so cold.

You sit down on her bed and fiddle with a string on your jeans nervously. You look around reverently at her room. It was so Shauna. “I really like your room. It really suits you.” You say. 

“Thanks. Not like you haven’t seen it before” She says seriously. You’ve seen it from the outside befor-. What? You glance up, startled. “What?” You ask, voice shaking.

She stalks closer to stand in front of you, fists tensed and face unreadable. “I heard you,” She says slowly, dangerously.

"Heard me?" You ask hesitantly. 

"Heard you talk about following me." She says, "I started thinking about things that you said. Things that I thought were just coincidences. They weren't though, were they?" 

"I… was just observing you."

"Observing me!" She yells incredulously. "You fucking followed me around for weeks," She says harshly, her gaze hard and intense. 

"I… I just wanted to impress you. I wanted you to like me." You defend weakly, blinking away tears. "I've had a crush on you since the 8th grade. I thought that if I knew everything you liked then…"

"Then what?" She asks sharply. 

"Then it wouldn't matter that I wasn't her." You say softly. 

"Her?" She asks.

"Jackie Taylor."  

"You think I like Jackie?"

"You don't?" You ask quietly. She scoffs and shakes her head. "Then I ruined it for nothing."

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth before saying softly, "I wouldn't say ruined." You glance up quickly, not sure if you heard her correctly. 

She sits down next to you on her bed and grabs one of your hands between hers. "I had a crush on you too, you know?" She says, then pauses. "Have," She admits, glancing away as if it pains her to say. 

She squeezes your hand again and continues. "You definitely didn't need some elaborate stalker plan to get me to date you. But… I can't say that I don't like it."

"Like it?" You ask. 

"I like the idea of you being so desperate to be with me that you'd follow me around. That you were watching me for months and I had no idea." She says, glancing at your lips. "It does something to me."

You shift unsurely towards her before asking "Can I k-". "Do it." She interrupts, before kissing you herself. 

… 

You grin happily, turning to hide your face in her neck embarrassedly. "Now you're embarrassed?" She asks wryly. "Not when you were telling me t-." You slap your hand over your mouth to silence her. 

"Don't say it out loud," You whine. "The moments passed and we can never acknowledge it aloud ever again." She nods mockingly and licks your hand. You snatch your hand back disgustedly and shoot her a betrayed look. 

She laughs beautifully and pulls you closer against her. You nestle closer and slowly let yourself drift to sleep in her arms. 

… 

You look down at your trusty notebook and toss it on your bed, smirking as you walk away. You've got a girlfriend waiting outside in the driveway. 

As you slam the door behind you the wind catches the pages of your notebook, blowing it open. Step Five, it read, Let Shauna find out.

[darkfalcone]

Hopeless - 3

Pairings: Jackie Taylor/Reader; Shauna Shipman & Reader

Warnings: Noncon (Shauna to Reader), Drugging, Abuse.

You woke up with a pounding headache and no memories of the night before. Granted, you remembered going home with both Lottie and Nat, but that’s all you could.

You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, and you were surprised by all text messages from Jackie.

Jackie: Where the fuck are you? Jackie: Answer your phone right fucking now, or I swear to God. Jackie: Tai and Van have both told me that you got into the car with Lottie and Nat?!? Is this true? Jackie: Next time I see you, you’re fucking dead.

You took a deep breath, suddenly fully awake, before unlocking your phone and texting Jackie back.

You: Hey sorry, Lottie did drop Nat and I off, and as soon as I got inside, I went straight to sleep. I love you and I’m sorry.

You were panicking, unsure of what to do. You knew this could go one of two ways: Jackie could forget all about it and not be too angry once she responded, or she was really going to hurt you. You got up and dragged yourself into the bathroom to shower, wanting to take as long as possible. All you could think about was Jackie and how she was going to hurt you.

You got out of the shower and got dressed, and you held your breath when you saw a text message from Jackie.

Jackie: You don’t fucking love me when you’re out here whoring yourself out to Lottie and Nat.

You rolled your eyes but stopped to look around as if Jackie were in the room. You hated how you were that afraid to roll your eyes at the accusation, but you shook the feeling off before you responded.

You: Jackie, no, I would never. I fell right to sleep once I got home; I was too drunk and tired. I’m sorry, I should have let you know.

You put your phone down for a minute to start making yourself something to eat just as you heard your phone go off again.

Jackie: I’ll be over in an hour; Shauna is going to drop me off and I’ll be spending the night at your house until Monday when we go to school.

You took a deep breath, realizing that Nat and you had made plans, and you were quick to text Nat, telling her that she could come over. To your surprise, Nat was over twenty minutes after you sent the text.

“You wanna play something?” you asked, giving her a plate of food. You knew she hadn’t eaten anything yet, and you made too much food for yourself.

Nat nodded, eating as you told her about a new game you had just ordered. You were still nervous, but you knew you were going to be okay for the next six or seven hours while Nat was over. Times like this made you wish your parents were home more instead of going off doing whatever they wanted.

After the two of you were finished eating, you brought out your system and hooked it up to the TV in your living room. You started up the game you were currently obsessed with, and before you could hit play, there was a knock at the door.

"Fuck, I forgot to tell you, Jackie is coming over,” you began, rushing to the front door.

When you opened it, Jackie glared at you, instantly changing her expression to a smile when she noticed Nat was sitting on the couch. You moved so she could walk in, and you shut the door once she was in.

“Hey, sorry, would you like me to leave?” Nat asked.

“Yes-“

“No, you can stay.” you smiled.

Jackie put her stuff in your bedroom before coming out to join both Nat and you. She sat quietly, watching as Nat and you playfully argued over cheating in the game. You occasionally looked at her; seeing as she was staring off into space, you instantly knew you were fucked.

“You good, Jack? You wanna take a turn?” Nat asked, holding out the controller for her.

Jackie rolled her eyes, admitting, “Nah, I’m good, but I’m having fun watching you two go back and forth with playing.”

You looked at her a bit longer as Nat continued to play her turn, nervously waiting for her to snap the moment she had you alone. Thankfully, the day goes by slowly for you, but when Nat gets a text from Lottie, Nat tells you that she’s got to go. You’re a little upset she was ending the day early with you for Lottie, but you shook that thought down as you felt you were being selfish. You were happy for Nat, even though she was planning on staying until later in the day when it was just one in the afternoon.

You said goodbye, moving away when she went for a hug. You tried your best to ignore the confused look on Nat’s face, but it was all you could think about. As soon as Nat was in her own yard, you shut the front door.

You turned around to find Jackie right behind you with her arms crossed. You bit your lip, backing up before you hit your back against the door. When Jackie moved closer to you slowly, you held your breath, putting your hands up to try and defend yourself from what was coming.

“Put your hands down; you deserve what I’m going to do to you.” Jackie spat, getting close enough that she could reach and slap you across the face. “Did you fuck Nat last night?”

You shook your head, still keeping your hands up. You whimpered, “No, Jackie, I would never!”

“So you were fucking Lottie, then?” Jackie pushed, “You have one last chance to put your hands down or I’m going to fuck your ass. I’m so sick of you, you know that? You wouldn’t even be a Yellowjacket if it weren’t for me.”

You put your hands down, balling them into fists, and as Jackie swung and hit you hard in the face. You bent over, your hand covering your eye as you began to cry. Jackie hummed in faux sympathy, frowning at you as you rushed to your bedroom. You didn’t shut your door; you knew better than to do that to Jackie. Especially when she was in this type of mood.

"Oh, come on, I didn’t even hit you that hard. You’re such a fucking baby; I don’t even know why I’m with you anymore.” She began as she walked into your bedroom.

You looked up in your mirror, knowing that your eye was already swelling up. You sighed, turning to look at Jackie.

“Then we should break up.” You bit back tears, not wanting to cry anymore. “If you don’t know why you’re with me, then we should break up.”

Jackie grabbed you by the throat and pulled you towards the bed. Without a single word, Jackie pushed you onto the bed. She let go of your neck, slapping you in the face as she laughed.

“We’re not breaking up, not now, not ever.” Jackie stated, straddling you before leaning down to kiss you on the lips. The softness was a different contrast to her harsh words.

“Then why do you hurt me?” You frowned, her face just inches away from yours.

Jackie smiled, “Because it’s fun.”

XXXXXXX

Jackie sat in your lap as she did your make-up, explaining that the two of you were going out tonight with the team and she needed to cover up your bruises. You, of course, laid down and did as you were told, too scared to move.

“There, now no one will notice.” Jackie smiled, leaning down and giving you a kiss. “I love you.”

You swallowed, “I love you too, Jackie.”

Jackie got off your lap and went into the bathroom. You sat up, moving to the edge of the bed as you waited for her to come out. You were surprised to find her phone on the bedside table; normally Jackie would have it glued to her hands, especially when she was out of the room. You picked it up, looking at the doorway to watch for Jackie. You tried to unlock her phone but felt too guilty, so you quickly put it back the way it was. Although you wanted to know why Shauna was blowing up her phone, you knew it was none of your business.

When Jackie left the bathroom, you watched her walk back into your room, avoiding eye contact as best as you could. The last thing you needed was to set her off once more.

Jackie grabbed her phone and unlocked it, smiling at whatever Shauna had said. You sat there awkwardly, waiting for Jackie to say something, but she was too busy texting.

“Shauna will be here in an hour; I kind of want to kill time if you’d like." Jackie suggested sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, having a feeling of what she meant. You weren’t in the mood, especially after she hurt you, but it was going to make her angry if you tried to deny her.

“What… what did you have in mind?” You asked, biting your lip nervously.

“I don’t want to ruin your orgasm, and although I want to fuck you with my strapon, I know we don’t have time.” Jackie commented, pulling your shirt up and bra down. Without a word, Jackie pushed you down onto your back gently.

Jackie laid down on her side, wrapping an arm around you as she latched onto your nipple. She sucked on it gently, causing your eyes to shut with how good it felt. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan that was threatening to come out.

Jackie pulled her mouth off your nipple, humming as she watched her hand trail down your clothed stomach before slipping it into your pants. She rubbed your pussy through your underwear, smirking at how wet you were for her.

“Something tells me you actually enjoy when I hurt you.” Jackie pointed out.

You shook your head, “I don’t like it.”

Jackie pulled her hand out of your pants to pinch one of your nipples as hard as she could. You cried out, trying to move her hand, but she wasn’t budging. Jackie pulled on it before letting it go.

“Tell me you like it and I’ll make you cum,” Jackie promised, but you tried to sit up.

Jackie pushed you back down onto the bed, not allowing you to move. You assumed Jackie had had enough of waiting because she slipped her hand into your pants once more. Pushing your underwear to the side, she slammed two fingers into you, causing you to cry out.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Bunny.” Jackie hummed.

You cringed at the nickname, trying to pull out of Jackie’s grip, but she wouldn’t let you. You felt sick to your stomach at the nickname that once made you smile.

“Don’t call me that.” You said, your voice cold and short, and you knew that you were playing with fire.

“Aw, why not?” You are my bunny.” Jackie mocked.

Jackie slipped a single finger into your heat, causing you to cry out. She continued to fuck you with her finger as she attached her mouth to your nipple once more. You hated how good she felt, and you stared up at the ceiling to try and think of anything other than Jackie in the moment. Just as you were about to cum, Jackie removed her finger and bit down hard on your nipple, causing you to scream out. She took the opportunity to shove two of her fingers into your mouth to shut you up as she pulled on the bud with her teeth. Jackie pulled her fingers out and wiped them on your bedsheets.

You tried your best not to cry, not wanting to ruin the makeup Jackie put on you in fear that she would be angry with you. Instead, you held your breath as Jackie continued to suck and bite you. You took a deep breath once she pulled away from you for good and helped pull your bra and shirt back down.

“I know I keep teasing you, but you’ve made me so angry the past few days... I think it’s only fair, don’t you?” Jackie asked.

You nodded, despite everything in your body screaming out "no," but you just wanted to get to that party so you could have some space from Jackie. You sat up and moved to the edge of the bed as Jackie smiled at her phone. You wanted to ask what she was smiling at; curiosity was taking over, and just before you were about to ask, Shauna honked her horn, causing you to jump.

Jackie rolled her eyes. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.”

You decided to ignore her, locking up your house before following Jackie to Shauna’s car. You got in the back seat, feeling a little awkward as Jackie and Shauna had a conversation, acting as if you weren’t in the car with them.

“Where’s the party at?” You asked, looking out the window as you watched the scenery change.

“Lottie’s house, right?” Jackie asked, looking at Shauna, who nodded.

You frowned at that, considering Nat rushed out of your house when she was supposed to hang out all day. Out of everything that has happened today, that hurt you the worst. She ditched you to go to the same party you were going to, and that was when the realization hit you. Jackie was telling the truth—no one liked you at the end of the day, only being your friend because of who you were dating.

You picked at your nails—a nervous habit you had stopped once you started dating Jackie. But like clockwork, it started back up once Jackie began to hurt you.

Your eyes widened as you pulled onto the street. Lottie’s house was packed, and that was a little terrifying to you. At least it gave you more room to be away from Jackie for a couple of hours. Once you were out of the car, you wasted no time in rushing away from Jackie, silently promising yourself to not drink as much as you did last time.

You grabbed a cup and poured yourself some water before making your way to the empty seat that was next to Misty. You smiled at her as you sat down, and she turned to look at you. You took little sips of your water, letting her go on and on about something you knew nothing about. But you listened the whole time.

You sat your water down on the coffee table that was on the side of you, flinching when Shauna appeared out of nowhere. She sat on the chair that was next to where you were sitting, and you watched as she placed her drink down next to yours. You thought nothing of it, turning back to Misty so you could give her your full attention. You grabbed your drink a few minutes later, taking a bigger sip than what you were doing. Setting it back down, you turned to see Shauna was still there, but she was staring at you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling Shauna’s eyes burn into you once you turned back to Misty.

Was she keeping tabs on you for Jackie? Was she just sitting down and it just happened to be next to you? All of these questions were running through your head as you finished up your water.

You told Misty that you’d catch up with her later before standing up off the couch. You moved to get some alcohol, deciding to have a little bit. As you poured a glass of some cheap vodka that you weren’t sure how to pronounce the name of. You gripped the counter, unsure as to why you suddenly felt a little lightheaded.

You made your way up the stairs and into a random room to get away from the noise. Your head began to throb, and you sat the cup down on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed. You weren’t sure why you weren’t feeling the best, but as you closed your eyes and hoped to feel better,.

You weren’t asleep, just too tired to open your eyes as someone was pulling your pants down. Your brows furrowed, trying to focus on opening your eyes, but you couldn’t.

“Stop, Jackie,” You whispered, but a hand covered your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” they said, and you tried your best to recognize the voice.

You winced as they pushed your legs apart roughly, causing you to flinch as something hard lined up with your entrance once they got between your legs. You opened your eyes a little, but your vision was blurry, but you saw the plaid shirt Shauna was wearing earlier. You shook your head, trying to focus on getting your energy back.

They slammed into you all the way, holding your mouth so you wouldn’t scream. “Good girl, no wonder why Jackie fucking keeps you around.”

Your eyes snapped open without you thinking about it—vision still blurry, but as the person lifted up your shirt and pulled down your bra, you realized that it was Shauna.

“Get… Get off me,” you cried out weakly as Shauna sucked one of your nipples into her mouth. She sucked on it roughly, biting it before releasing it. Shauna sat up a bit, moving your bra up to your face to shove it into your mouth. She held it there as she began to fuck you at a brutal pace, her eyes never leaving your face as she watched you gag on the cloth of your bra.

“Fucking take my cock,” Shauna seethed. Snapping her hips roughly to emphasize her point. “I see the way you look at me when Jackie’s not paying attention. I’ve had enough of your eye fucking.”

You squeezed your eyes shut once Shauna took your bra out of your mouth. She continued her movements, but as they began to get harder, Shauna leaned down and buried her face in your neck. She came, moaning into your mouth, and as you could only lay there and take it, you were thankful that she didn’t bite you. You knew if she did, Jackie would kill you.

Shauna fell on top of you, catching her breath as she kept the toy buried inside of you. You were still too weak to push her off you, taking a deep breath when she pulled off you. She got dressed and gave you a kiss before helping you get your clothes back on and fixed. Shauna stayed in the room with you, scrolling through her phone, and after a while, you were able to get yourself up.

“You might feel a bit sick,” Shauna pointed out, watching as you sat at the edge of the bed. “Just tell Jackie you drank way too much; she’ll understand.”

No, she really wouldn’t.

Your mouth was dry, and you did feel like you were going to be sick, unsure of what to say or even think about the whole thing. All you knew was either way, Jackie wasn’t going to be happy.

[juchily]

Yellowjackets (+ relationships) as song lyrics

(most if not all of it is rock ithink) and italics are being rlly weird so please excuse irregularities with that

Ve: tragic angst JackieShauna (Snackie), my beloved. Drug refs

Yellowjackets

"In a crooked little town They were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves Fallen leaves on the ground" - Billy Talent's "Fallen Leaves"

"From chagrin I've been released Paint me in a portrait sans The fig leaves, fig leaves And I will not be concerned Or ignore the things I yearn My hunger is the rule I cannot overturn" - Dirt Poor Robin's "Enchanté"

"We are the angry and the desperate The hungry, and the cold We're the ones who kept quiet And always did what we were told" - Rise Against's "Prayer of the Refugee"

Literal all of "'Shia Labeouf' Live' by Rob Cantor

Natalie Scatorccio

"I've got a new low All fifty two cards in a row I see now that I won't let go No I won't let go

Well who am I? A cold shoulder left to cry You feel bad, well so do I Yeah so do I" - Middle Class Rut's "New Low"

"Did I try, did I try to make amends? To live and die or did I really just pretend? Nightmare's talking as I'm sleepwalking And I can't stop thinking" - Bad Wolves's "If Tomorrow Never Comes"

Lottie Matthews

"You can't breathe until you choke You gotta laugh when you're the joke There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive

Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?" - Sixx:A.M.'s "Life Is Beautiful"

"I raised myself My legs were weak I prayed my mind be good to me

An awful noise Filled the air I heard a scream in the woods somewhere

...

How many years I know I'll bear I found something in the woods somewhere" - Hozier's "In The Woods Somewhere"

Misty Quigley

"'Cause you don't talk to the water boy And there's so much you could learn But you don't wanna know You will not back up an inch ever That's why you will not survive" - Spoon's "The Underdog"

Shauna Shipman

"Strawberry lipgloss, oh, it's wasted On this dumb boy who likes the chase

But why am I so angry in the first place? Why am I hurting?" - Nxdia's "She Likes a Boy"

Jackie Taylor

"Maybe you were wrong and I was right I don't care, won't you stay another night? I just need some time to be myself I couldn't say "I need you" on that night When you left and I lost all track of time I just want you close so I can feel you Can you feel me? Mmm" - Prateek Kuhad's "Co2"

Taissa Turner

"This is unbecoming of me It's like my own reflection's not what it used to be Tryna figure out where I missed I'll never find the answer, it's just the way it is" - Saint Asonia's "So What"

Van Palmer

"I'm on fire" - Pitbull's "Fireball"

Laura Lee

"Early days and sleepless nights Death and resurrection, life My body is a sacred note Sung between the flesh and hope My dirt transformed within a breath Before I took a single step I'm looking forward to the day When life can grow without decay" - half·alive's "creature"

Travis Martinez

"'Cause so badly I wanna go outside. (Such a lovely day) But everyone knows that a man ain't suppose to cry, listen. I gotta cry 'cause cryin' eases the pain, oh yeah. People this hurt I feel inside, words can never explain. I just wish it would rain. (Oh, how I wish that it would rain)" - The Temptations's "I Wish It Would Rain"

Jackie x Shauna

"I've been cold in the crypt But not as the cold as the words across your lips You'll be sorry baby some day When you reach across the bed where my body used to lay" - Three Days Grace's "Chalk Outline"

""Come on in, boy" said the skeletons Sitting by her closet door Dirty secrets, empty memories And broken hearts across the floor I was knocked out, heels over head So you dragged me by my feet To a ghost town, where you buried me No wonder no one heard my screams

Love's so alive, but it died in it's sleep And now that it's dead I live in your head And I will haunt your fucking dreams" - Set It Off's "The Haunting"

Taissa x Van

"Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes, well, I almost fell for my Lola Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola" - The Kinks's "Lola"

"Believe me you really don't have to worry I only wanna make you happy and if you say "hey go away" I will But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face Do you think you love me?" - The Partridge Family's "I Think I Love You"

Lottie x Laura Lee

"Maybe in another life I could find you there Pulled away before your time I can't deal, it's so unfair" - The Offspring's "Gone Away"

Lottie x Nat

"Tell me who you are Your father has forsaken you Left you with those scars My hope is that you'll make it through Hate must never win Even when we're worlds apart Your love is not a sin Even if it's hard" - Falling In Reverse's "Coming Home"

Travis x Nat

"I am still dreaming of your face Hungry and hollow for all the things you took away I don't wanna be your good time I don't wanna be your fall-back crutch anymore" - Everclear's "Santa Monica"

Laura Lee x Nat

"I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me, that's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all my dreams

And then I saw her face Now I'm a believer" - Smash Mouth's "I'm A Believer"

Jackie x Nat

"I just feel so out of place Well, except for when you're near me When you're gone, I'm like a plant with no root Or a song that's on mute Don't you dare call it cute! You should fear me!" - Kaden MacKay's "Your Stupid Face"

Adult TaiNat

"Maybe you should just fall And leave the world and lose it all And if that's what you need To finally see I'll be with you through it all

Bring on the pills, roll the dollar bill Medicating will never heal Relapse, rehab, repeat Always thinking about the me, me, me

Self-destruct, spiral down Until your want becomes your need Please get up like I know you can Or forever love the fall" - Nothing More's "Jenny"

Adult MistNat

"Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you" - Frank Sinatra's "My Way Of Life"

This has been sitting in my draft for like, a week now, and I needed to get it outta there, reblog with songs/song lyrics you think fits a Yellowjackets character -🦎

[natsredbra]

https://www.tumblr.com/natsredbra/775777065777725440/okayyyy-since-season-3-is-here-and-im-just?source=share

YEAHHHH You can ask for my hand in marriage and I will definitely say yes, then we will be a lesbian power couple, the mothers of lesbianism😆✨️

I don't normally request other Yellowjackets, BUT Shauna has been a bitch and has been annoying me a bit so I would really like to see her put in her place.

Thinking about taming Shauna by fucking her in a way she's never been fucked before until she puts some sense of collectivity in that beautiful head.

Everyone is asleep at the camp, so you take the opportunity to sneak into the cabin Shauna shares with Melissa, basically kicking Melissa out of her own cabin (she went to your cabin and you stayed in hers, just a trade👍), then as soon as you're alone with Shauna you play all sweet at first, pretending to let her dominate before switching roles and forcing her on all fours, teasing her so much until she's dripping and squirming but you haven't even started to actually touch her yet ;) she'll definitely curse you out in the most horrific ways possible but fall apart like putty the moment your fingers are deep in her pussy<3

Also using some torn piece of fabric to improvise a damn collar, using it around her neck while fingering her, pulling hard when she tries to be naughty and say something nasty, making sure to make her moan like a pathetic little thing loud enough for everyone in the camp to hear from their respective cabins, making her moan loud and clear that she will apologize to Nat for treating her badly and that she will stop acting like a child just like Mari, spanking her ass hard enough to leave red marks and making her beg to cum😩

You love her, but you were fed up with her acting like an idiot to you and everyone around her :)) plus, I really think Shuana would secretly love the rough treatment

-🌺

we are the definite mothers of lesbianism! together! married! writing thoughts about soapy characters!

(also this one’s prettyyy crude so viewers discretion advised!)

Also…domming Shauna Shipman, I’ve prayed for times like this.

After you trade places with Melissa, the whole thing sparks up pretty quickly- barely minutes when you tease her and use a very very suggestive tone with her. At first, yeah, she’s acting all big and scary but it doesn’t intimidate you at all, as the smallest touches to her clothed pussy make her relent immediately.

Once you her under you, you put the makeshift collar around her neck, making her apologize for being such an ass all the time. If she does it badly (or you just wanna fuck with her, not that she doesn’t deserve it), you pull on it slightly, which- not that she’d ever admit it- makes her whimper (and makes her cunt just a littleee wetter each time)

Spitting in her mouth, multiple times because she can’t follow an order when to swallow and when not.

Just as she thinks you’ll start touching her, you make her get on all fours, face down and ass up.

You finally drag her panties down, making her count the slaps that you deliver to her ass- each one is deserved, you tell her. By the time she’s fully red, and positively dripping, you finally plunge your fingers inside her, all at once. And safe to say, her needy hole does nothing but accommodate the intrusion.

At this point, everyone at camp heard her and you couldn’t give a flying fuck. Apparently she couldn’t either, her only goal right now is to cum.

And after much teasing (and a bit of edging) she does! Yay!

Safe to say, she was much more reserved and polite to everyone from then on.