Genderbend!Yellowjackets X Leitor

post-crash jackie taylor who's depressed and starving, but fights for her survival because her only thoughts are of seeing you, her girlfriend she left behind.

jackie who lays awake at night, shivering despite three layers of blankets, with her glossy eyes fixed to the ceiling.  memories of you play behind her eyes, specifically watching you sleep on a lazy sunday morning.

if she thinks really hard, she can see you in her bed, lying face-to-face with her.  she can see your peaceful features and the slow breaths leaving and entering you nose.  she can nearly feel you reach out in your sleep, your arm encircling her waist or your head burying itself in the crook of her neck.  her heart melts just thinking about it.

she didn't realize how well she slept beside you until her many sleepless nights after the crash.  she would give anything to hear you softly snoring beside her again.

jackie who collects little pieces of nature that remind her of you.  a perfectly shaped leaf floats down from a tree and lands on her head.  she finds an unusually smooth rock by the lake.  she smiles at whatever it is, a sign from nature that you're still out there waiting for her, and keeps it in her personal collection.

jackie who purposefully doesn't wear the shirt she stole from your closet the day before she left so that it still smells like you.  every night, without fail, she brings the shirt to her nose and inhales like her life depends on it.  when she notices the scent starting to fade, silent tears stream down her cheeks.  she's losing you.

jackie who does, however, wear your cheer bow in her ponytail.  you had given it to her for nationals as a good luck charm, and now she feels like she has a part of you with her wherever she goes.  when one of the girls teases her for wearing it, she shoots them a glare so deadly they instantly seal their lips.

jackie who speaks aloud to you when no one's around, looking up to the sky for you.

"god, i wish you could've seen the look on misty's face!  it was hilarious.  you would've laughed so hard, you probably would've peed a little," she laughs, sitting with her back against a tree trunk, her fingers twiddling with your bow.

"do you still think about me?" she pauses for your response.  "d-do you think i'm dead?" pause.  "well, i'm not.  at least i don't think so." longer pause. "are you...moving on?  you better not." pause.  "she better not be prettier than me."

"i miss you.  so much."

jackie who can't even talk to anyone about how she's feeling because your relationship was never public.  it was always sneaky glances from across the hall and shared moments behind closed doors.  now, thousands of miles away from you, she regrets not loving you like she should have.  she promises to love you harder than anyone ever has if when you're reunited.

jackie who could spend hours staring at the polaroid she took of you.  it's a random one of you doing homework on her bed, your brows knit in adorable concentration.  it's the only one she has with her.  she keeps it in the back pocket of her jeans wherever she goes.

one time she loses it and runs outside, frantically digging around in the dirt on hands and knees to find where she dropped it.  in reality, she misplaced it on the kitchen counter where shauna finds it and recognizes the polaroid as coming from jackie's camera.  she asks jackie about it, who's still knee-deep in dirt, and jackie suddenly bursts into tears, confessing everything like word vomit.

although she nearly went into shock from losing your picture, it does feel nice to share her feelings for you with someone.  she feels a little less alone.

jackie who loves sleep, although it seems to elude her many nights, because it means seeing your face in her dreams.  it doesn't matter if it's a good dream or a nightmare, as long as she can see you again.  when she wakes up she keeps her eyes glued shut, greedily hoping she can fall back asleep and see you once more.

she ends up being the last up and first to bed.  the other girls think she's not pulling her weight, but how could anyone blame little lovesick jackie taylor ☹️

jackie who hated some of your favorite songs back home, but now finds herself humming them while doing daily chores.  she smiles remembering lying on your bed, watching you dance and sing along to them around your room.  she always told you to "turn that shit off and play some real music," but now she loves those songs because they represent you.

jackie who realizes how utterly devoted to you she is.  it wasn't as clear back home with so many distractions, but now that she's alone with her thoughts almost all the time, the only thing she can think about is you.  nothing else really matters to her or motivates her besides you.  it only took a plane crash for her to realize that.

jackie who looks up to the sky and promises both you and herself that she won't die before she sees you again.

jackie who is rescued (because she doesn't die, idk what you guys are talking about) and keeps that promise.

jackie who can't believe her eyes when she sees you for the first time.  for a second, she thinks she's dreaming.  she's had a recurring dream of this exact moment after all.  but, when you start running toward her, she snaps back to reality and it hits her: it's really you.

she instantly bursts into tears as your arms wrap around her, the warmth of your embrace striking her like a train and grounding her at the same time.  she squeezes you so tight you might break a rib, her head burrowing into your shoulder.  she deeply inhales your scent and lets her tears trickle onto your skin.

jackie who doesn't let you pull away or say anything before she pulls you into a bruising kiss.  she doesn't care if the two of you are alone or in a crowded room, nothing matters to her except showing you just how much she missed you.

she pecks your lips repeatedly, whispering an "i love you" in between each kiss like it's her mantra.  it's heaven on earth.

jackie who sleeps beside you that night for the first time in nearly two years.  she holds you to her chest like a teddy bear as you whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears until you fall asleep.  it's the best sleep she's ever had.

she wakes up the next morning and the first thing she sees is your peaceful face.  she watches the slow breaths leave and enter you nose and finds silent tears slipping down her cheeks.

jackie who knows the sleepless nights, insatiable hunger, and depressive episodes were worth it just to come back to you.

i love you lovesick!jackie please come save meeeeeee also jackie x cheerleader!reader 🤭

Being the “it” couple with Jackie Taylor

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

Pairing ! Jackie Taylor x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First Jackie headcannons

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

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

jackie taylor x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

post planecrash!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girl dad! Joker I literally need more bat!reader turned mini joker, Harley getting a daughter and they have fun little mother daughter playdates blowing all of Jokers money😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

hihi ty for the ask !!!

okay so I would like to think contrary to everyone - i think Joker before what's happened to him - back when he was a normal functioning human being was actually thinking about having a kid.

Like he genuinely wanted a kid with someone he loved and appreciated- just wanted to make another being genuinely happy . Then tragedy strikes and he turns into Joker and for a good few years - his morality changes drastically and the thought of a kid is pretty far fetched.

So when he sees this little girl in the the rain crying her heart of because someone ran over her doll - he feels an ache in his cold heart and it scares him at first - he literally avoids her for a good while but then one day he sees her fall while sliding fown a lil slide.

And he just rush over to pick her up and from then on she became his daughter.

Him and Harley loves her- I mean how could they not ? All they ever wanted was a chance at domestic life after everything they've been through - contrary to popular opinions I don't think they'd involve her in their criminal endeavors .

I feel like they'd hold onto her as their ine chance at feeling normal so they just have someone trusted watch over her til they get back. Notably they don't do alot of messes that could land them in jail because after all they have a little girl to go home too.

I feel like Joker would read her a bedtime story and Harley would wear matching pj's with her. Like I said before in a precious post , Harley is that mom he's on the pda board and goes to every meeting and Joker is a big sponsor of the school.

Hey they might kot be good role models and they're both equally insane and fucked up but they make good parents.

Jackie Taylor x Hispanic Masc Reader headcannons + short blurbs.

Word count: 901

(Might have done some projecting on this one but it is what it is)

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• Jackie can’t cook for shit, she just got take out or ate at Shauna’s place. That all changed when she met you. She was somewhat of a picky eater so it was a surprise when Jackie actually sat down to try your version of a pot roast and liked it.

“Baby, I’m gonna make some pollo guisado, you want any?” Y/n asked as she glanced to the living room where Jackie was sitting watching Ferris bueller.

A look of hesitation crossed her face, she liked tacos, barrito’s and quesadillas. She didn’t know if she would like this dish but she would try for you. “Can I pick some off of your plate and get some later if I like it?”

With a small chuckle, you nodded in agreement before finishing up the food.

Once done, you took the bowl to the living room and gave it to Jackie to try.

The way her eyes widened and a grin grown in her face was enough to make you smile and walk back to the kitchen to get another bowl, knowing that one was know hers.

• Jackie was never close to her parents nor did she have a real relationship with any of her extended family. Imagine her surprise when your family not only welcomed her with open arms, but genuinely like to talk and spend time with her.

“But yeah, stiles kept teasing Scott until he made us run laps around the lacrosse field for almost half an hour.” You said to your cousin who laughed as he knew how the three of you were, especially during practice.

As your cousin, Danny, talked to you about what’s been happening in his own life, you couldn’t help but glance around until your eyes landed on your beautiful girlfriend.

She was laughing as she talked to your abuelita, Tia, and cousin Sammy. She looked so beautifully comfortable as she talked with the three, an ease to her body language that was never shown around her own parents or family.

• Jackie, who sucked at almost every language class that’s she’s ever taken, picks up every and any swear word she hears from you. Actually managing to string together legible sentences if mad enough.

Shauna and Jackie were at a party, waiting for you and Jeff to return with their drinks.

Jackie, missing you after being away for almost 10 minutes now, looks around in hopes of setting her eyes on you.

“Quién carajo es la pequeña perra que está coqueteando con mi novia?” Jackie said through gritted teeth as she glared at the sight of some girl holding onto your arm as you tried to get back to Shauna and Jackie with Jeff close behind you.(translation: who the fuck is the little bitch flirting with my girlfriend.)

Shauna looked at her best friend with wide amused eyes as she heard the clear sentence in Spanish. “Damn girl, where’d that come from?”

Jackie went to respond but fell silent at the familiar arms wrapping around her waist, Jeff now standing next to his girlfriend Shauna as Jackie leaned into your touch.

“What’d we miss?” You chuckled out as you handed Jackie her now full drink while Jeff did the same for Shauna.

“Someone’s jealous.” Shauna teased in a sing song tone as Jackie scoffed out her denial.

• Jackie wasn’t the quietest person, but she also never purposefully got loud. While she loved your family, she didn’t love being surrounded by chaotic noise for so long.

You’ve been at your family dinner for about an hour now and all you both could hear was your cousins yelling to one another, the adults talking over one another as they had multiple different conversations, and the younger ones running around and screaming.

Jackie was overwhelmed but didn’t want to pull you away from your uncle Ricky.

Thankfully, you had noticed her slightly tense body language as she flinched at two of your cousins running past while screaming bloody murder.

“You okay, mi amor? Wanna go take a breather for a second.” You asked her softly as your uncle left to talk to his other nieces and nephews.

Shaking her head with some excitement, she stressed out the word with a smile. “Please.”

•Jackie loves parties, always had and always will. She loved going to the parties your family would throw, or the ones that you and your friends had planned. Music was always blearing, talk was constant as well as drinks, food, and games.

Jackie was talking to her Shauna and Lottie at a party you had organized with your cousins for their win, only a few more games till the soccer player would know if her and her girls would make it to nationals.

You were off on the other side of the room, your cousins Maya and Danny beside you as you three took shots and sang along to dtmf by bad bunny.

Your other friends were playing uno against Nat, Van, and Tai. Losing badly and laughing at the playful trash talk being thrown around.

The Taylor girl laughed with Lottie and Shauna when they all saw how Stiles threw down his cards on the table while Scott groaned as Nat yelled out “uno!” With a smirk on her face.

It was chaos, and comfort and all the things she loved about having you in her life. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Cuddle Bug

summary: a flashfic exploration of Wally's inability to be anything but a plural image when you're within reach. aka: he's codependent as fuck and neither you nor he care.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. AU - everyone is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen.

bon reading, frens

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Wally Clark's love language is physical touch. No surprise there. The guy needs cuddles like flowers need sunlight to thrive. Always has. Being a ghost for 40 years exacerbated that need, and now that he's a real boy again, he can't help himself. Wally sits too close, hugs hello and goodbye, touches arms and knees when he's telling a story.

It's just that much more amped up when it comes to you.

He was affectionate before you and he became inseparable. Lightly grazed your hand when he walked beside you, found every excuse to tackle you when he tried to teach you football techniques. Ajay and Charley stood there like extra wheels even though it'd been Wally who'd rallied everyone to the field.

What? Your giggle's so damn cute! No way was Wally going to be able to focus on anything else!

Besides Charley's just as bad when Yuri's around, and Simon can't even function when Maddie gives him the eyes. So, everyone can suck it as far as Wally's concerned.

During group activities, Wally would find a way to sit next to you. Would squish his long limbs between you and Maddie and give you a bright, boyish grin. Sometimes he'd stare Xavier down until he got the hint and scooched closer to Nicole at the lunch table, leaving a gap that Wally could settle into beside you. His arm around your shoulders and his knee touching yours. Totally innocent.

Wally brought your favorite snacks to Game Night, established himself as your personal chauffeur despite the fact that you lived closer to Simon and Rhonda, and loyally helped you filter clothes when you and the girls went shopping. Yes. He'd made himself one of the girls just to spend time with you. Don't look at him like that; it worked, didn't it? 👀

Since accepting him as your boyfriend (he grins so big, his cheeks ache), Wally's dependence on your touch, warmth, shape against his, has increased a hundredfold.

You sit on the picnic table before the first bell, chatting to Maddie and Claire about something Wally isn't listening to, his arms around your waist, upper body slumped between your legs, head resting on your thigh as you rake your fingers through his thick hair. Oh, he could die all over again and be the happiest of ghosts just for this. Not that he wants to be a ghost again. Not unless you're with him this time. Which would require you to die, too, and that's a terrible thought and he's never going to tell you about it. But the sentiment remains. Wally doesn't want to do anything without you, ever.

He managed to convince the secretary to put him in all your classes, pouting and pleading his case that he'd been dead since 1983 and, "it's so traumatic coming back, she's the only thing I have that feels real...please?" A tactic that he should stop abusing, but it worked on all the teachers when he requested to be sat next to you. Every time a teacher caved, Wally would fold into the desk beside you, beaming like a winner. And who cares? Mina and Ajay, and Charley and Yuri pulled the same doe-eyed trick and got what they wanted, why couldn't Wally do the same?

On Fridays, everyone piles into Wally's high school best friend's living room—Rodney now Wally's legal guardian for reasons—to have movie marathons. There's trivia to guess the movie. Winner gets one veto and can insert their own choice, but there's three movies in total so pick wisely! They figured out awhile ago that Wally sometimes (always) lets you win trivia when it's his turn to play his lineup. You never veto anything, equally as eager to watch what he opts for. It drives Simon and Ajay insane.

He takes over a whole couch, the three-seater, sprawls long-ways and tucks you between his legs, your body draped over him like a blanket as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go for anything. He traces patterns on your back, cradles your head against his chest, soaks up the physical contact like a sponge after years of ghostly numbness.

In the school halls, Wally keeps his hand on your hip. He kisses your head and cheeks and jaw. Doesn't care who sees because you're his girl and he'll do what he wants, thank you. He's proud that you call him yours and wants to show off who his heart belongs to. This one! This one said yes!

You're in his lap more than your own seat when the group descends upon Max's Diner after football games (that, no, Wally doesn't participate in. That era is firmly in the past and he'll never don a jersey again; sorry mom, God bless, rest in peace). His hands are all over you as you engage Rhonda in conversation; on your thighs, waist, back, hips. Anywhere and everywhere that's still appropriate in public. His head under your chin, eyes closed as he listens to your heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm matching his.

Wally rolls over in his bed, crushes you beneath his weight as he plays dead—knock on wood that that won't happen again for many years—and tries to stifle his laughter when you struggle to reverse the position. Eventually, he showers your skin with kisses, nudges between your thighs and laces his fingers with yours, pressing his smile to yours before kissing you deeply.

The sex is amazing, but nothing beats the afterglow when he has you pliant and sweet, curled into him on your side, your face in his chest, his hand on your lower back, whispering how much he loves you as you doze. Call him codependent, but Wally doesn't want to spend even an hour without you. He isn't a lost puppy, knows how to behave like a man. He just spent too many years being forgotten that he still has trust issues.

And you don't mind. You welcome it, in fact, and that makes Wally feel safer than he ever has. It makes it easy to ignore the looks people give you and him when you agree to go somewhere, "only if Wally's invited, too" because you and he are a package deal. And he does the same for you. Obviously, not for the same reasons, you're perfectly fine being alone, it's just that Wally's not ready to experiment with your absence just yet. Maybe never will be.

Rodney's long since accepted that Wally's room has become your room. From married and childless to married with several formerly-dead teenagers and their SOs, Rodney and his wife have accepted their homebase status like champs. They treat you like family—you have a house key for the rare occasion Wally isn't with you after school—and acknowledge that Wally can't sleep without you without suffering.

He stays curled around you all night, kisses you awake, big hand trailing from your waist to your hip as he nips the top knot of your spine and grinds his morning wood against your ass. God, you get him hard so easily, Wally sometimes thinks he should get checked out. You hum then sigh then turn in his arms, hook a leg over his and press yourself against him in exactly the right way.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wally gazes at you. Licks his lips as he rocks his hips slowly and watches your expression go from sleepsoft to wanting. You like how that feels baby? You want it inside you? And he kisses you deep and thorough, rolls you onto your back to fit between your legs, groans when one of your hands squeezes his ass through his boxer-briefs.

He needs to be inside you yesterday, loves how you feel, tight and wet and hot around him. Soft touches turn hard, light sweeps of lips turn to teeth and tongue and fresh bruises on your neck. Wally loves to taste you first, to prolong his pleasure by giving you yours, his tongue delving into you and sucking your clit gently; deliriously slow because he can't get enough.

It's not until you're begging him so pretty for his cock that he finally lets himself fuck into you, so hard and sensitive his brain explodes upon fitting deep inside you on the first thrust. A refrain of fuck, yes and oh God baby, you feel so good fills the room—sorry Rodney—the headboard smacking against the wall in time with Wally's hips. Throughout, Wally holds you like something precious, kisses you like salvation, breathes you in like he can't live without you.

He makes sure you come first before he even thinks about letting go, the sensation of you shaking apart around him ripping his own release right from his core. Wally licks into your mouth, moans like a beast, and then, one two three more stunted thrusts and he goes still. Hazy eyes hold yours and you can see the depth of his emotion for you. At least, he hopes so. How he'll treasure you forever. He'll never love anyone as much as he loves you. That's a promise and a threat and he smiles a lazy smile at you as you begin to giggle.

"What's so funny, baby?" Wally nudges your cheek with his nose.

"Nothing, I promise, I'm just...really happy." You tell him and he moans in delight.

"You don't feel suffocated or claustrophobic like Rhonda said you would?" Wally asks, a little insecure. Okay, a lot insecure, even if he doesn't usually feel that way about how reliant he is on your proximity. You've never given him a reason to feel anything but safe and happy and loved, but still. Rhonda knows how to hit bone even when she means well.

You shift, forcing Wally to look at you, your hands cradling his jaw, "Never. I will never, ever want this, us, to be anything but exactly how it is. I love having you all over me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." And you grin, a warm little thing, "I like sharing everything with you. It's nice. My very own witness to my life."

Wally kisses you again, another slow, deep, sentimental gesture; everything he feels poured into it, before he settles down on top of you, careful not to crush you, his head above your breasts and his eyes fluttering closed. Relaxed. Sated. Safe.

Wally Clark's love language is physical touch, and, in this second chance at life, he's profoundly grateful to have found someone fluent in it.

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also on AO3!

if you liked this, you may also enjoy Fifty Seven.

fluff. between 1982 and 1983, Wally meets and falls completely head over heels for a girl who changes everything. his biggest fan, his greatest love. you.

I’ve got you Batfam x Batsis

request for @aestheticllylosers my power just went out the other day at my house so i was wondering if i could have batfamily, plus maybe Selina Kyle trying to entertain a scared little bat baby (age three) through a blackout and storm. very fluffly….  _____________

The whole family was gathered in the living room preparing ways to entertain themselves in an attempt to drown out the storm, sadly living with tech geniuses and a billionaire father does not help keep the power on, in fact you’ve all been sitting in the dark for about an hour whilst Alfred went around lighting candles, that being said their attempts of having fun during a thunderstorm only did the bare minimum when it came to distracting you and due to the loud crashes outside you had your head buried in your dad’s chest for half of it anyways so you couldn’t even pay attention to it. 

Your family were at a loss, they didn’t know how to make this situation any more comfortable for you, even your mother Selina attempted to take you upstairs and distract you with your toys but you ran down the stairs screaming as soon as you saw a flash of lightning outside your window. Bruce was thinking about calling Diana to see if she could tell you an old story about the Gods because you always enjoyed those but given the situation the cell towers were down so he had no way of getting through to her, but he figured he could help you all on his own, almost on his own, your brothers were also in panic mode trying to find ways to calm their little sister down. 

Dick attempted books, cooking and even some old board games he found in his room but nothing seemed to keep your attention for too long before you were back whimpering in your dad’s arms. Tim thought hide and seek was a good idea but it was ruled out because he joked about the manor ghosts finding you first and you started bawling your eyes out, Damian attempted to fight the lightning as a way to make you laugh but he slipped in the mud outside and that made you think that the lightning was attacking people so that took a whole 2 hour conversation from your dad to try to explain to you that lightning can’t push people over and Damian is just clumsy, he scoffed at that but a pointed look from his father got him to play along with the story. Jason, well he tried but ultimately gave up and tagged Alfred in, it’s not that he didn’t want you to feel safe it’s just he had one idea since the fighting lightning joke was taken by the demon spawn as he likes to call him, he’s also came to the conclusion that Damian can read his mind when in actuality he just found the piece of paper that Jason used to write his two ideas down with.

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“what are we gonna do?” Dick asked looking around the kitchen at all the baffled faces of his family, Selina was laying with you in the other room trying to put you down for a nap but from the sound of your little cries it wasn’t working.

“well we could-” “no” Jason said cutting Damian off “tt you didn’t even let me say it Todd” “we already know it’s sh*t stop wasting time” “Jason” Bruce said in a warning tone, “there’s a generator in the cave if we go down there and get it working we can put a movie on for y/n to help her” Bruce said and looked up to everyone staring at him in disbelief,”wait so your telling me we could have had power this WHOLE TIME” Tim yelled , Bruce sighed, “I just wanted to spend time with you all, your sister has been asking for you and with your jobs you hardly get to see her, I just thought that if i forced us all together with no technology to distract you that you’d end up enjoying it a bit” when he finished talking Alfred smiled to himself, when the storm alert first hit the news his master told him to turn the generator off and tell everyone to come home, he knew Bruce missed them but would never admit it out loud so he just went along with it, the truth is he needed this time with his family just as much as the rest of them and secretly didn’t want the generator on but if it helped miss y/n he was open to trying. “wow, I didn’t think i’d ever hear you admit to wanting us here out loud, like i’ve heard you say it in so many dreams but real life? i’m shocked” Jason said jokingly “ you know that’s all you needed to say right? keep it off” Dick said smiling “but-” Tim tried to object but got a warning nudge from Damian who would never admit it but this has been one of the best days of his life.

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Once they got back into the living room Selina looked up at Alfred and the two smiled knowingly at each other, and you slowly lifted your head up to look at your family walking back in “the storms calmed down sweetie do you want to try play a game again?” your mother asked you and you tilted your head to look up at her and then to your dad again “okway” you said sniffling as you crawled off your mom’s lap and down to the floor with your brothers.

Bruce sat with Selina and put his arm around her pulling her close to him and watched his kids actually get along to play a game of monopoly, and slyly wished for more storms in the future.

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i’m in a batfam mood so send in requests! 

Fandom/TV Show: Yellowjackets (1996). Set pre-plane crash. Based on the Allie scene in the first episode.

Pairing: Jackie x GN!Rival Team!Captain!Reader. (Reader's team are called the 'bears').

Warning: afab/female reader is implied but anyone can read it. Broken/exposed bone. Secret relationship. Enemies (rivals) to lovers. Jackie refers to reader as 'baby'. Sexual innuendo at the end (Natalie makes a comment about Jackie 'dominating' reader, but it's quickly reiterated by Tai, who knows damn well that's not true...top!reader's for the win!). Cussing. Most of the dialogue is from the girls. This was originally a lot longer but I had to cut it, because it wasn't going anywhere and it's been in my drafts for too long, so I might split it and make a pt. 2??

*GIF ISN'T MINE, CREDITS TO MAKERS

YJ MASTERLIST

Imagine... Being in a secret relationship with Jackie, your teams rival captain, and when playing against her school, she accidentally let's your relationship slip, when her teammate, Taissa, breaks your leg during a game.

"GO, BEARS!!!" You heard the crowd cheer, as you dribbled the ball down the center of the field, dodging every now and then whenever the opposing team tried to take the ball from you, barreling right past them and causing another round of cheers to drown out the boo's from the other side of the arena. The many supporters that came out to watch your team play, completely immersed and at the edge of their seats. "YES, Y/N!!! GO, GO, GO!!!"

Despite the bubbly feeling that arose in your chest from the crowds support, you felt your resolve falling, the closer you got to the goal, and closer to her. Your eyes catching her hazel ones, and causing you to lose all focus. Completely encapsulated.

For a moment, it was like you were the only two people on that field. Where nobody could touch you and you could be happy, without having to worry about what other people thought of your relationship.

Something you both swore would stay kept behind closed doors until after nationals but as you come back to reality, ready to kick the ball to your teammate closest to the goal, your worries of how the teams would react is suddenly put to the test as the girl in question slaps a hand over mouth, horrified. Unable to look away as one of her teammates attempted to swipe the ball out from under you, only to miss and kick in your ankle instead, sending you barreling forwards into the terf and with your leg snapped in two. The bone exposed.

"AAAAARRRRGHHHH!"

At the sound of a scream so agonizing, it had the neighbors across the street cringing, Jackie shook off her shell-shocked state and ran towards you, her legs working on auto-pilot, "OH MY GOD, TAI!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"I'm sorry, I--I didnt mean to--wait, what the fuck? Are they?..." Tai went to apologize, before freezing, her and everyone else's expression twisting from worry to confusion to one of amusement as their captain dropped to her knees besides you, whispering sweet-nothings the teams picked up to be 'it's okay, baby, I'm here.... we're gonna get you some help' and other things not usually said between 'sworn enemies', such as yourselves, before yelling for the medics to hurry. Indicating, what had been dished out on the field wasn't a hundred percent truthful and all that trash talking, was just for show; the team's deduced, awing as the yellowjackets captain smoothed your hair back, in comfort, before pecking the top of your head.

"Oh, yes, they are..." Natalie smirked, watching as their captain ripped into the medical team for taking as long they did, before assisting you, herself, to the med-bay, completely disregarding their safety protocols. Believing you to be in better hands with her, than their 'incompetent asses', "looks like the field isn't the only place our precious captain has been taking her stress out on, when it comes to dominating the enemy..."

"Pfft, you really need to lay off your mum's stash," Tai scoffed, cringing at the smell of alcohol on the bleached blonde's breath, "because I know damn well, if anyone's doing the 'dominating', it sure as hell ain't Jackie..." She left it at that, a round of 'mhm's' following after.

If you guys were wondering how long it takes for me to put out content, know that I wrote this in like, November of 2022, and am only finishing (if you call this finished, that is) it now, lol. Written and Posted by ©️noonesgoneuntiltheyregone between: 08/11/22 - 26/10/23. All rights reserved.

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I just saw your Makima post and I loved it! Is it a bad thing to ask for a part two of it? Where the batfamily tries to get reader back but somehow Makima is always there, like they see Makima hug reader, treating her like a sister/ daughter (or kind of like a dog like she did with Denji). Only if you want, if not it’s fine! It’s your blog and your choice what ever you want to do and I respect it!

Makima wraps the scarf around your neck like you’re her little sister headed out for school. Gentle. Patient. Her gloved hands don’t tremble—never have, never will—but there’s something protective in the way she tucks the last corner in and smooths your hair.

“You’re cold,” she murmurs, as if it’s the only thing that matters.

You nod quietly, letting her fuss over you like you’re something fragile. Something worth fussing over.

Across the rooftop—hidden but not unseen—the Batfamily watches.

Jason growls. Damian twitches. Dick takes a small step forward before Bruce halts him with a hand.

“She’s not hurting her,” Bruce says tightly. “She’s… caring for her.”

It’s the caring part that guts them.

Makima doesn't treat you like a soldier. She treats you like her baby sister. Like someone who needs warmth, not commands. Someone she braided hair for in the morning. Someone she taught self-defense and sharp wit and the kind of elegance that makes enemies kneel.

And you—so different now—you don’t look lost anymore. Not like the little ghost that haunted the Batcave’s corners. You’re dressed in crimson and black, with your chin high and a soft smile tugging at your lips.

You laugh at something Makima says.

And the Batfamily flinches.

You never laughed like that with them.

Later, Makima wraps an arm around your shoulders as you walk down a rainy alley. She holds her umbrella above you both, shielding you first. You lean into her like a sister you’ve known forever, and when she gives you the last piece of mochi, you take it with a quiet thanks.

“She’s using her,” Dick whispers. “She has to be.”

But even he doesn’t sound convinced.

You stop walking. Your head tilts slightly—listening. You know they’re there.

“They’re watching again,” you say softly.

Makima looks up, right where the shadows ripple, and offers a serene smile. She leans in and whispers in your ear like an older sister sharing a secret at a sleepover:

“Do you want to talk to them?”

You shake your head.

“I already know what they’ll say,” you murmur. “And they never listened when it mattered.”

Makima squeezes your shoulder. “I did.”

Jackie’s girl

Pairing ! Fem!Reader x Nat Scatorccio

Summary ! Nat has wanted you for months, before the wilderness, but now that Jackie’s gone, she can take the chance to make you hers

Note ! Wanted to show Nat some love on here!

Request !

Nat watched as you sat in the corner of the living room, looking at the fire place, knees to your chest. You ate your girlfriend, but for survival! She would’ve wanted it! Atleast that’s what you told yourself.

The fire crackled and popped, sending sparks flying into the air. You stared into its flickering flames, lost in thought. Memories of your girlfriend flashed through your mind, and guilt surged through your body. You told yourself that she would’ve wanted it, that it was necessary for survival, but deep down, you knew that this act had changed you forever.

Nat watched you intently, studying your every movement. She approached you cautiously, careful not to startle you out of your thoughts.

Nat sat next to you, watching the fire in the fireplace. The heat from the fire washed over her face, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for you.

She turned to you, her expression soft and concerned. “Hey, are you doing alright?” she asked gently, her voice breaking through the sound of the crackling fire.

The cabin was quiet, everyone was still processing resorting into cannibalism. “I’m fine.. I just miss her.. I feel so guilty for doing that.” You said as you put your hands onto your forehead and massaged the migraine you had.

Nat nodded, understanding the pain and guilt you were feeling. She knew all too well the toll that this situation take on their mental health.

"I know," Nat said quietly, her hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder. "It’s a lot to take in, and it’s okay to feel guilty. But you did what you had to do to survive."

“I wish I had checked on her! Stupid Shauna, she just had to complain about something!” You said, clearly annoyed

Nat sighed, her eyes hardening as you brought up Shauna’s name. She knew that you and Shauna had been butting heads lately, and she didn’t want to get caught in the middle.

“It’s not your fault,” Nat said firmly. “You couldn’t have known what was going to happen. You did your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for in these circumstances.”

You nodded, feeling a little bit of the weight lifted off your shoulders. Nat sat there quietly, giving you time to process your emotions and thoughts.

She scooted a bit closer, her body warm next to yours. She placed her hand on your back, rubbing small circles to soothe you.

Natalie helped you feel better about yourself and about the situation throughout the weeks, yes, she felt bad that your girlfriend died. but cmon, she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to get closer to you.

Natalie continued to support you through the difficult times, constantly checking in on you and making sure that you were okay. She comforted you when you cried, listened to you when you needed someone to talk to, and even made sure to bring you things that helped you feel better.

Right now, you and her are walking through the woods, just enjoying the scenery, you were both bundled up in sweaters, and shirts.

As you and Nat walked through the woods, the crunch of leaves under your boots filled the air. The sun was shining through the pine trees, casting shadows on the snowy forest floor.

Nat looked over at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “It’s beautiful out here today, huh?” she said, her breath coming out in little puffs of white mist.

“It’s fucking freezing, but yeah it is..” you say with a small laugh, you looked up at her and her rosy cheeks.

You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, with the sun glowing between the branches and landing on her pale skin and blonde hair.

You slowly slid your hand into Natalie’s, looking up at her for any sign that she didn’t want you to touch her.

Nat's eyes widened a fraction, surprised by the contact, but she quickly relaxed into it. She wrapped her fingers around yours, her hand feeling warm against your icy one.

A smile curved at her lips, and she swung your hands between the two of you. "Took you long enough," she teased gently, nudging you playfully.

You blushed at her words, surprised by her forwardness but also pleased. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

Natalie chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, don’t act like you haven’t noticed," she said, her voice growing softer. "I’ve been giving you hints for months."

Nat slowly stopped walking, stopping to face you. Her gaze was more intense now, her eyes locking with yours. You felt your heart start to race, unsure of what was happening but also wanting to know.

She reached out, gently stroking your cheek with her thumb. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for so long,” she said softly. “But I’m tired of waiting.”

You blushed at her words, but you felt guilty, you were only thinking about what Jackie would say if she was here right now with you.

She would want you to be happy, right? Want you to live on, move on from her, even when she’s gone for good. “You’ve liked me even when I was with Jackie?”

Nat nodded, her eyes searching your face for any sign of rejection. "Yes, even when you were with Jackie." she said softly. "I couldn’t help how I felt, no matter how hard I tried."

Nat’s hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to her. “I know you probably feel guilty about it,” she said softly. “But you don’t have to be. You deserve some happiness, after everything that’s happened.”

Nat’s thumb traced gentle circles on your hip, her touch soothing. Her body was so close to yours, all you could feel was her warmth and her breath against your skin.

“I can make you happy,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours. “If you let me.”

You looked down, thinking for a moment, you hesitantly looked up, her brown eyes looking down at you, waiting for an answer. “Okay.. but we need to take it slow.. my girlfriend just died for fucks sakes.” You joked, earning a small laugh.

“Promise I’ll take it slow..” she says, her voice genuine and soft. You nodded your head, and the two of you started to talk again like normal.

I had to do this two times because the first time I finished and I clicked saved tumblr decided to delete the second half of this sooo