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shaunamilfman · 1 month

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i'm just gonna call you mine

summary: Jackie answers Shauna's phone call while you're fooling around, and well, you didn't feel like stopping. A/N: Jackieshauna x reader smut if it's not obvious. based on this post by @t4tnat

You curse softly under your breath as Jackie reaches for her phone. Her face lights up as she flips it over, quickly swiping to accept the call. “Hey, Shauna,” She says excitedly, grinning at whatever Shauna says in reply.

“Are you serious right now?” You whisper. Jackie quietly shushes you as she presses the phone closer to her ear, nodding enthusiastically as she talks to Shauna. You catch something vaguely about Mari's boyfriend, but you find that you don't really care all that much. Better women than you have been distracted by far less than their half-naked girlfriend sitting in their lap.

You slump back defeatedly against the couch, your gaze shifting downward as Jackie shifts in your lap. Your eyes land on her bra, laying uselessly against the couch next to you. Inevitably you look back at her breasts, still glistening with your spit. The beginnings of a hickey marked where you'd buried your face between them. You watch with no shortage of disbelief as Jackie giggles with Shauna with her dress still hiked up to her waist, seemingly oblivious to the visible damp patch on her panties.

Whatever. She could talk to Shauna if she wanted to, but this was your time. You couldn’t prove it, but you knew Shauna did this shit on purpose. You squeeze your hand still resting on her thigh, digging in your thumb as Jackie gasps. She quickly attempts to play it off as a surprise to a suspicious-sounding Shauna. She gives you a weak glare but doesn't seem to actually be upset about it.

You lightly grab the back of Jackie's neck as you pull her towards you, immediately intent on giving Jackie another hickey. You feel oddly relaxed at the soothing sounds of Shauna's voice coming over the phone, providing a stark contrast to Jackie's shaky replies. You wonder what Shauna's making of Jackie's breath hitching as she unconsciously grinds down on your lap.

“What are you doing?” Shauna asks, a hint of suspicion coloring her voice. “You sound… weird.”

“Nothing,” Jackie insists, the word coming out much whinier than she probably intended. “Just tell me about your day, Shipman. I missed you today.”

Shauna's silent on the other end of the phone, the soft sounds of her breathing the only sign that she's still on the line. You take Shauna's indecision for what it is, a gift, and palm Jackie through her panties. She gasps, biting at her lip halfway through in an effort to muffle it.

“Please,” Jackie says, words laced with desperation. “Tell me,” She adds after a moment, for a confused Shauna's benefit. Her face flushes in embarrassment but she still looks at you pleadingly.

She melts into you, head resting on your shoulder as she silently spreads her legs looking like it was all she could do not to start begging. You keep your hand still, just a teasing pressure until Shauna resumes talking about her day. Jackie catches on unusually quick as you start and stop touching her with every lull in the conversation, leaving her torn between paying attention to the conversation to keep it going or relaxing into your caresses.

Jackie squirms in your lap, trying unsuccessfully to hide her moans. Still, she can't help but whine when you pull your hand away. You breathe out a laugh as you gently push at her shoulders, standing her up on shaky legs as you get the rest of her clothes off her.

“Who's that?”

“What?” Jackie asks with a nervous chuckle as she impatiently settles back in your lap.

“Is… Is someone there, Jax?”

“Oh. It's just uh– just Y/N. Say hi.”

“Hey, Shauna,” You say amusedly.

“Has she been here the entire time?” Shauna asks slowly.

“Yeah, we're just hang–” She gasps as you pull her thighs apart, her fingernails digging into your arm as she continues, “hanging out.” You hesitate, giving Jackie a warning look that she completely ignores as she whines for you to continue. You shrug. If she wants to embarrass herself in front of her best friend, that's her business.

It’s your turn to stifle a groan as you slide your hand between her legs, finding her already soaked and wanting. You could feel how wet she was through her panties, sure. But this was something entirely different. Jackie tenses at the touch, stuttering over her sentence before arching into feeling, always seeking more– harder, faster. Anything that didn’t involve putting actual work in.

Each movement of your hand, every circle of your fingers, was calculated. Carefully avoiding anything truly sensitive as you revel in her stuttering attempts at conversation, a hand gripped tight on her thigh as she tries to force your fingers inside her. Jackie’s nearly tearing up in frustration as you keep teasing just at the edge of slipping inside of her. You can tell from the look on her face that in any other situation, she’d have her back turned to you, huffing and sighing dramatically till you gave her the attention she so clearly wanted, but you’re too far into enjoying one of the rare times you get to just play with her.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously as you realize that the conversation has gotten rather brusque and choppy on both ends. She definitely knew. You're a little surprised about how much the idea excites you, but as you take a moment to gather your thoughts you realize that it shouldn't be all that surprising. Knowing that Shauna Shipman, the perpetual pain in your ass that constantly fought for your girlfriend's attention, was enjoying listening to you feel Jackie up gave you a perverse thrill.

Well, if Shauna wanted something to listen to…

“Fuck,” Jackie moans, drawing out the word into something unmistakable as you finally brush your fingertips against her clit. Shauna lets out a harsh gasp at the sound, silent as she listens with bated breath to every sigh that escapes Jackie’s mouth as you tease her.

“Something’s come up, I’ve got to go,” Jackie rushes out, quickly tiring of this game and wanting to really get into it.

“No!” Shauna snaps, pausing a moment before pleading. “No, I’m sorry. Please. Please don’t hang up.”

Jackie looks torn between the two of you: the desire to give into the increasingly firm touch between her legs that she’s been begging for all night, and the desire to give into anything that Shauna wanted from her. “Put her on speakerphone, Jackie,” You offer with a roll of your eyes, making the decision for her.

Jackie's eyes widen dramatically as she glances back and forth between your face and the hand between her legs. “She obviously knows, Jackie. Tell her Shauna.”

Shauna’s voice comes out loud and clear over the phone, a quiet rustling sound indicating movement as she shamefully admits “Yes.”

Jackie moans, trying to hide the reaction as you purposely begin to rub firm circles over her clit. “The whole time?” Jackie complains, almost seeming offended. You’d be nervous if you didn’t know how obviously upset she was about her lack of subtlety than anything else. You’re sure she thought she was being so sneaky as she whined and whimpered over the line. God, you love this girl.

Shauna makes a noncommittal noise through the phone, clearly coming to the same realization. “You sound really hot,” She offers, trying to diffuse the situation. Credit where credit is due, you suppose, as Jackie visibly relaxes. Jackie thinks it over for a minute before obviously coming to the same conclusion: Yeah, she did sound hot.

You could tell by the sound of Shauna’s breathing, rough and needy, that she was fantasizing about fucking your girlfriend. “Are you touching yourself, Shauna?” You ask. Her rough breath and silence on the other end of the line told you all that you needed to know.

“How?”

“... How am I touching myself?” Shauna asks slowly, hesitating after your confirmation before committing fully.

“I'm laying on my back, I've got my… fingers inside of me.”

“How many?” You ask.

“Just the two.”

“Yeah? Does that sound nice, Jackie? Do you want two of my fingers?” Jackie nods immediately, an excited look crossing her face before she sheepishly glances at the phone and shakes her head.

“I do but… Shauna can hear,” She whispers, face flushing with embarrassment as she looks imploringly at you. You shrug as you reach for the phone to hang it up, not entirely committed to the idea anyway.

“I’ll call you back later, Shauna,” She murmurs, relieved.

Shauna shushes her over the phone and Jackie immediately quiets, looking surprised at the action. “Stop playing shy, Jax. You know you want to show off.”

“You think I want that kind of attention?” Jackie asks, almost offended. She pouts, almost on the verge of crossing her arms and walking away in a huff. “I'm not– not that kind of girl.” She's a little interested despite herself, slowly relaxing back against you as she seems to consider the idea.

You groan internally. If Shauna fucks this up for you…

“I think you want my attention,” Shauna continues. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? My full attention as I listen to you whine and moan as you get fucked?”

Jackie sighs dreamily and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“You… You’ve been touching yourself? This whole time?” Jackie asks lowly, verging on a whisper.

“You sound so good,” Shauna says. “I thought you were by yourself too, but I should’ve known it was Y/N.” You laugh softly against Jackie's neck, listening closely to the quiet sounds Shauna’s trying to stifle on her end.

“She’s so wet, Shauna,” You say, rubbing Jackie gently before sliding your hand down. You slide a finger inside her, earning yourself a sharp gasp– a sound that's picked up clearly by the phone as Shauna sighs into the receiver. “Bet you’d love to be the one touching her, wouldn’t you?” The question hangs in the air for a long moment, the tension skyrocketing as an uncaring Jackie grinds against your palm.

Shauna groans out in agreement, voice thick with desire and just enough desperation that it makes you squirm. “Yeah? Are you thinking about the way she’d feel around your fingers?” You continue, adding another finger to the mix much to Jackie’s benefit.

Jackie cries out a little louder than normal, clearly putting on a show for Shauna’s benefit. You give her a knowing look as she catches your eye, but she doesn’t falter for a second as she half-heartedly rocks against the rhythm of your fingers.

“God, yes,” Shauna finally admits softly, a surprising touch of actual emotion slipping through. “Wish I was touching her. Wish you were touching me. It’s killing me knowing that…”

“I want your fingers inside me,” Jackie interrupts, more than used to skating over Shauna's more morose moments. You curl your fingers in thanks, wrapping one arm around her to hold her still as she arches off your lap with a shuddering moan.

“Hear that, Shauna? She gets so turned on when we share her,” You comment. There's a brief flash of embarrassment on Jackie's face, but she gets over it just as quickly.

There's a faint sound of buzzing as Shauna says “Maybe we should pass her around sometime. Would you like that, Jax?”

Jackie whimpers at the mere thought of it, nodding furiously in agreement. Shauna cries out suddenly, a long needy sound unlike anything that's previously left her mouth. You listen closely to the faint sounds of Shauna's bed creaking in response to the movements of her hips, each creak accompanied by a desperate noise as Shauna chases her high. Jackie’s whining in your ear and nearly clawing at your shoulder as she pleads with you to speed up, clearly affected by each and every gasp leaving Shauna.

“Fuck,” Shauna groans.

“Shauna,” Jackie whines, fumbling for the phone she's got loosely gripped in her hand.

“I grabbed my vibrator,” Shauna admits with a gasp. ”My fingers weren't enough.”

“The– the blue one?” Jackie asks. Your eyes narrow slightly, but you'll come back to that after.

Jackie gives you a pleading look so pathetic that it takes everything in you to not immediately give in to what she wants. "Tell her what you want, baby," You prompt Jackie.

Jackie acquiesces with a petulant groan, gripping the phone tighter as she mumbles “I want another one.”

“I thought you wanted it faster?” You ask.

“I want both,” Jackie complains impatiently.

“Another what? Another finger?” Shauna asks, punctuated by an irritated click of her tongue as Jackie quickly agrees.

“Fine, Jackie. You can have it. Whining too damn much to beg properly, anyway,” Shauna adds with a touch of derision.

“Be nicer to her,” You admonish.

Shauna scoffs. “You know she likes it.”

Jackie moans as you slide another finger in, gently working her open before speeding up like she's been begging for. You hum in consideration, before finally admitting. “She's certainly wet enough for it.”

“I can hear you,” Jackie mutters, face flushed with embarrassment as she hides it in your neck.

“Quiet baby, the adults are talking,” You chide with a grin, pressing a kiss against her neck. Jackie bites at your shoulder in warning but is clearly hanging on to every word that leaves either of you as she whines out her agreement.

“You're so loud,” Shauna comments.

“Mmm, Yeah?” Jackie asks breathlessly.

“Yeah. Whole neighborhood is probably enjoying the show, it's a wonder Y/N hasn't gone deaf with all that screeching you're doing,” Shauna starts, slowly gaining traction as Jackie listens intently. “Tell me, can you survive a moment without being the center of attention or do you save that just for us?”

“No. No, I can't,” Jackie agrees pitifully.

“Don't listen to her, Jackie. You sound so good whining for us like that,” You say.

“Please,” She cries out, voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, she really liked that,” You comment idly, thumbing at Jackie's clit as her hips stutter. She's at a loss for words as she makes an incoherent plea against your ear, her arms gripping you tightly as she loses any semblance of a rhythm in favor of bonelessly letting you fuck her.

You can faintly hear Shauna's voice coming over the phone, but it's drowned out by the sound of Jackie's ragged breathing interrupted by an occasional moan of your name.

“Look so pretty, Jackie. You're taking it so well,” You murmur, shifting to accommodate her as she absolutely melts into you at the words.

“You close, baby?” Jackie nods exaggeratedly, a desperate noise escaping her that you're more than familiar with.

“Ask her to come for you, Shauna. She likes that.”

“Yeah? I want you to come for me, Jackie. Please? I want to hear it.”

As loud as Jackie's been the whole night she's nearly silent as she comes, mouth open in a silent moan that turns into a long drawn-out noise of utter satisfaction after a moment. Your fingers work steadily inside her as you help her ride out her orgasm, only pulling out as she bites pointedly at your shoulder.

You can hear the soft sounds of Jackie and Shauna's breaths as you rub gently at Jackie's breath, the silence stretching on for a comfortable few minutes until Jackie breaks it.

“Shauna,” Jackie murmurs lazily, “Did you…?”

Shauna's quiet for a moment before slowly saying “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“When did you–”

“A couple times,” Shauna says firmly, clearing her throat awkwardly. You grin.

“Wowza, Shipman,” Jackie breathes out, nosing into your neck. “You're kinda easy, aren't you?”

Shauna scoffs. “Says you.”

“Says me? I'm not the one who…”

You groan in irritation as you relax back against the couch. They'll never change.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #shauna shipman x reader #jackie taylor x reader #minors dni

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tabithatwo · 1 year

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just a few of my jackie taylor is a lesbian and she knows it (or she at LEAST knows she likes women) thoughts

the opening. “jackie panting” on the infamous lesbian aunt photo. we are introduced to her for the first time without the other girls as firmly NOT enjoying whatever jeff is attempting while we are zoomed in on a picture of Her And Shauna.

she fakes it to get him to stop. that isn’t necessarily lesbian on its own, but the way she does it?? the completely unconcerned manner/low effort? this man is so low stakes for her. you know straight women are out there putting on actual Performances. this is not that. she knows she has to keep him in an intellectual/societal way and that’s her only goal

i don’t feel like i really need to explain this one? if you are a lesbian that ever tried to be with men i think this expression in response to those words speaks for itself lmao. our girl is Tired

this scene is jackie almost Emotionless. we don't see that a ton, especially not in her day to day. she is apathetic and trying not to Think about what she's doing. i left the subtitles on for a reason bc "today is the greatest" is very in line with "jackie panting" from earlier

they did NOT want us to miss the "aggressive tooth brushing" (as its written in the script). we have her image FOUR TIMES in this. this scene doesn't read as someone who is only annoyed bc her bf is bad in bed. this screams disassociation and knowing what is expected of you.

the necklace touch!! the way jackie associates this pendant w shauna comes up so much. shauna has been embedded in this scene throughout. jackie clearly hated hooking up w jeff and she looks in the mirror and touches her necklace after with This face

think about how jackie reacted to jeff. how she looks at him, the faces she makes when he leaves, her general energy. now in contrast we’re gonna see how she reacts to shauna (both shauna and jackie jump from disdain when seeing jeff to giddy little idiots when seeing each other) see also: YOUR KISSES ARE WICKED

this is FLIRTING the little faces she makes and her reachy little arm and her giggling? this is jackie flirting. we see her do this w jeff *in public* when its performative, but she's actively choosing to flirt with shauna right now like if you don't see that idk what to tell you

do not get me started about the music but this caption is killing me (see also: FLIRTY EXPRESSION)

the language she uses discussing deciding to sleep with jeff. "i've decided its time" and my ultimate favorite "its more poetic that way." thinking of sex w men as a task and fictionalizing it?? removing herself from the act itself?? lesbianism!! AND directly after the sleeping with jeff convo, jackie jumps into their dorm colors (PINK AND GREEN i could do a whole side tangent about hyperfemininity as a signal of lesbianism but i digress) and her tone is way more excited and invested than the one she used for sleeping with her bf

in conclusion, that’s my little lesbian

#jackie taylor #jackie x shauna #shauna x jackie #shauna shipman #yellowjackets #my lesbian thoughts on lesbian jackie #she likes girls #and your honor i believe she knows it

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lottieurl · 1 year

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PLEASE do share your thoughts on Jackie's parents 👀

THANK YOU for the encouragement. this might get long

let's start with how a while ago i got an anon implying that jackie was pampered by her parents BASED on the scene with adult shauna and them on jackie's birthday. which was the first time it ever occurred to me that people watched that scene and saw something completely different from what i saw. absolutely incomprehensible TO ME to even imagine that because i remember watching it for the first time and thinking that jackie's parents are straight out of a horror movie. there is something so sinister about how they treat shauna all while essentially replacing jackie WITH shauna. shauna gets jackie's gift and i believe (although i'd have to rewach the scene to make sure) shauna blows the candles on JACKIE'S cake and shauna is there with jackie's high school boyfriend. jackie's mother went to her wedding!! the show is not subtle about them putting shauna in the role of the daughter they lost. so why treat her so horribly? when they have no reason to because they don't know she was sleeping with jeff before plane crash before it's revealed to them in that very scene

so what that tells me and how i interpret it is: that's how they were treating jackie when she was alive. there is this insidious sort of cruelty that's masked by fake kindness? but constantly puts you down in ways that's hard to shake off. and jackie was probably Never good enough no matter how much she tried. she only became the Perfect Daughter after death when they could start treating shauna the way they treated jackie. like WHY is jackie such a deeply deeply insecure character? why does she crave validation sooooo bad? and we know she doesn't have a good relationship with her parents from how she talks about her mother when she gives shauna the pills on the plane (and implies her parents are neglectful) and when she says she has curfew and it's very much implied her parents would react badly vs shauna saying she has curfew too but being so unbothered by it she finds time to fuck jeff on her way home lmao. and to me people who fail to notice that are fooled by the appearances. jackie's parents have money and a big house and AFTER JACKIE IS DEAD idealize her. but what they seem not to notice is that the purpose of talking about how perfect jackie was is to belittle shauna. this isn't grieving parents who miss their daughter to me

and now actually let's talk about how i think that interpretation influences jackie as a character. we see how in moments of insecurity she does say things that are... i suppose a mix of self centered and not INTENTIONALLY mean but still hurtful to shauna. but she does usually backtrack and says sorry and her (many many MANY) moments of kindness always come off as genuine to me like she's starved for approval, she craves being loved. i think she keeps coming back to jeff just because even tho she doesn't want HIM she wants to be wanted and wants to be seen as someone who's wanted. but so much of her kindness sometimes feels. how do i put it. anxious? and so i imagine how living with her parents was for her. you're a kid and your parents keep finding ways to belittle you and to shame you but in ways that aren't very obvious especially to a child. you're a kid! you want their approval! so you learn HOW to be and HOW to act to maybe get it. if i am sweet and compliment them and i become the perfect daughter maybe they'll love me. and then you start applying that behavior to all your relationships and you're not even self aware about it. you're a teenager and you're trying so hard

#this might be incomprehensible idk #that's My Take on jackie and jackie's home life and i stand by it #yellowjackets blogging #jackie

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zeezelweazel · 10 months

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something about lottie getting mean towards reader bc reader is giving her the silent treatment after a big fight, and lottie feels like being mean is the only way to get her attention. and they end up having angsty sex ? 🤭🤭🤭

Lottie Matthews| Fool me once, fool me twice|

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MEAN LOTTIE OMG

I love reading angsty sex but I've never written it before so I hope it's good. Also sorry this took quite some time

I kinda don't like how this turned out

TW: mild degradation, mentions of cheating, fingering (both receiving), afab female reader

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The girls knew that having so many couples within the friend group ment that when a fight between them inevitably happens chaos endures. It happens with Shauna and Jackie all the time. Tai and Van too, sometimes. But it was never you and Lottie. You were the sweet couple known for communication and being honest and open with eachother.

But not this time. She was hiding something from you. It was obvious, with the way she seemed to be so set on stopping you from opening the second drawer on her bedside table. You weren't snooping around, obviously not. She told you to find her old necklace and in her words ' it's somewhere in my bedside table '.

She appeared out of thin air when you went to open the second drawer and immediately closed it shut. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"You can't open that drawer."

You were confused. Lottie never got defensive or possessive over anything. Plus you two don't have any secrets... Right?

"Why?"

The conversation escalated into a fight as both of you started yelling. The fight ended with you leaving Lottie's house and slamming the door.

The next few days were more than awkward. You were set on ignoring Lottie even if Van told you time and time again that it was probably nothing. What if she was hiding some other girl's fucking underwear in there?

Lottie decided to give you some space. But after a week you were still avoiding her, not even sparing her a glance much less speak to her.

She was getting frustrated. It was unfair how you expected her to let you in in every aspect of her life. She was acting like a child she knew that much, but she couldn't just sit by and watch you slowly detach yourself from her.

It was probably not the best way to get your attention but it was the only way Lottie could think of. So she started being mean to you. Saying out of pocket things when you were doing absolutely nothing. She had something bitchy to say every time you saw her.

It was getting on your nerves.

The glass spilled during a scrimmage. You hadn't played so well on your last game so you wanted to train as hard as you could. If only Lottie would just shut up. She has a comment for every little mistake that you made. After you missed an easy pass and she straight up laughed at you, you just stormed off the pitch practically running to the locker room.

"Lottie what the fuck?! I don't care if you two broke up or whatever but we're a team. Go and make this right. You won't cone back on this pitch unless Y/N is with you."

Jackie has had enough of your shit. Someone has to get you two to short it out. Lottie grumbled and started jogging towards the locker room.

You had tears of anger in your eyes as you threw your stuff in your bag. You are so done with Lottie fucking Matthews. Next time you see ger in front of you, you swear you'll slap her.

"Hey."

You sharply turned around to meet her eyes. Lottie was awkwardly staring at you, like a child who was forced to apologize by their mom. You scoffed and continued packing your things.

"Oh so now you stop ignoring me."

Lottie was thinking of what to say until she noticed you walking towards the door. She quickly stepped in front of you, her much taller frame completely blocking the door. You look up at her hoping that your glare would be enough to discourage her and make her step away from the exit. Of course Lottie being the stubborn bitch that she is, she didn't budge an inch.

You push her against the wall, your hands tightly fisting the collar of her shirt. Your bodies are pressed together and you swear you can feel her heart beating wildly against your breasts.

You haven't touched her in weeks. Spoken to her in weeks. And yet here you are. Faces only inches away, hands itching to touch and grope, eyes locked together intensely.

It happens faster than a lighting bolt hitting the earth but the scorching heat it leaves behind is all the same. Your lips are crashing together, hot and wet and angry and your hands are returning to familiar territory, on the sides of her neck and her biceps and then they slip under her shirt.

Neither of you pull back, the stupidity of the situation clear to the both of you, instead your panting breaths mix together and fog your brains even more. The hazy atmosphere turns toxic when Lottie takes the liberty of pushing her hands under your bra to find pebbled nipples.

You hiss and gasp under her hands. She still makes you shiver with every touch. You almost melt into her arms but then you remember. How she was being a bitch to you for no reason, how she got under your skin on purpose.

You don't waste any time. Your hand shoves it's way down her shorts and find her wet and desperate. She throws her head back and you almost wince when it loudly bangs against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You missed her. You missed her whines and her breathless pleas and how she clenches around your finger every time you stroke her clit. You missed how she strokes your breast while her hand caresses your inner thigh. How she enters with two fingers because she already knows how wet you are.

Your hands are hurried and your breaths are mingled with eachother. You're both still half dressed and you look at Lottie and you know she's close and you are too. You reach your peak together and your thigs are shaking and Lottie's legs give out and suddenly you're both panting on the floor.

After the lust frenzy dies out you realise that you've just had sex with your girlfriend who's been relentlessly mean to you for the past few days. You glare at her and she awkwardly stares at the ground.

"You have a ton shit to explain Matthews. But first I need a very long apology."

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #smut #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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ultrone · 11 months

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can you write hcs for how shauna, jackie, natalie and lottie would act in a relationship with reader when:

being jealous:

simping:

being angry:

how would gf shauna, jackie, nat and lottie react when jealous, simping, and angry.

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗠𝗔𝗡

when shauna gets jealous, she gets instantly defensive, acting without thinking first. she’ll prolly stand in the way of whoever's flirting with you and tell them to get the fuck away, as if everyone in the world knew you that the two of you were dating. she's fr not afraid of making a scene, since she's used to making it everyone’s problem whenever she's angry.

i can also see her frequently getting jealous of other people you talk to just because she’s insecure. she’ll probably get upset and question you a lot, so u’d have to give her lots of reassurance to make her feel better.

when simping, she stares at you a lot—whether it is with longing eyes or with in-love eyes, you’ll frequently notice her big brown eyes gazing deeply at you. she writes you tons of love notes and writes about you on her journal—she also has an entire journal dedicated to you, where she makes collages with pictures of you and other things she likes that remind her of you. she has lots of pictures of the two of you on her wall. she also cooks for you a lot.

shauna has a complex way of dealing with her emotions, so i guess it really depends on what she's angry about. usually tho, she tends to bottle up her feelings, getting angrier and angrier until she bursts—and when she bursts, she bursts. the moment shauna reaches her limit, she'll raise her voice at you and say anything she thinks will hurt you, the more it hurts you the better. It isn't until one of you leaves the room that she instantly cools down and regrets it. she'll then proceed to look like this emoji “🥺” and overthink the whole interaction until she finally gets the courage to apologize to u.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥

when jackie gets jealous, she doesn't say it directly, but she does everything she can to get your attention—mostly in negative ways tbh. she would never cheat on you, but i can see her using other people to make you feel jealous or insecure so that you go chase after her. for example, if someone's clearly flirting with her, she won't back away or anything, she'll slightly lead them on until you notice that someone else is giving her attention and u go do something about it.

when simping, she's all giggly and flirty. she twirls her hair and bites her lip with a smile while looking at you. she also does little things to annoy you but in a playful/flirty way, like grabbing the tv remote, changing the movie and being like “omg, were you watching that? hehe 😳🤭”

when angry, she goes away dramatically but expects you to go after her. for example, if she's angry because you fucked up in some type of way, she'd avoid you but expect you to go chase her—and the moment u apologize, she'd immediately forgive you and be like 🥺😔 i missed u 😊

if she doesn’t do that, then she'll straight up tell you everything she feels, but won't insult you at all. even if she's mad at something you did, she’ll look more indignated and disappointed rather than resentful or angry. after dropping the weight off her shoulders, if you don't say sorry right away, she'll then avoid you until you genuinely apologize to her and cuddle her or sum.

𝗡𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗢

when nat gets jealous, she gets visibly angry and possessive. if someone's flirting with you, she'll wrap her arm around your shoulders and say something like "they're taken, you can leave now." if the person doesn’t listen tho, she’ll tell them to fuck off and won’t leave your side for the entire day.

when simping, she's very cute but subtle. she isn’t the best at showering you with gifts and affection, but she'll do little gestures to make you happy, like taking you out to eat, making you playlists, driving you around the city at night, or sitting at the top of her van to smoke together. you'll also notice that she wants to be with you all the time, even if you're just sitting around doing nothing.

when she’s angry, she'll get visibly angry but try to contain herself so that she doesn't hurt you. an angry 'fuck you' might come out of her mouth, but that's the worst she'll say before she walks away to cool down. she'll always apologize for whatever she said to you during the argument after y'all talk about it tho, even if it wasn't that bad.

𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗦

when lottie gets jealous, she gets annoyed and protective. if someone's flirting with you, she'll stand in the way and softly push you back with one of her arms in a protective manner while she tells the person to go away. she wouldn’t be straight up mean or impulsively aggressive though, she'd just be serious & confident abt it. if the person doesn't listen though, she’ll get annoyed and say something like, “i said they’re with me, are you deaf?”

when simping, lottie is the biggest spoiler ever. she'll put you on the highest pedestal and do everything for you. she'll always bring you up as a topic of conversation when talking to anyone else. whatever you want or like she’ll get it for you, no matter how hard it is. she'll also give you lots of physical affection, specially cuddles and soft caresses—like massaging your scalp or running her hand through your back while you lay down on her chest.

lottie has good control over her emotions, so usually when she gets angry, she avoids you until her anger cools down and she's ready to talk—the reason being that she doesn't wanna burst out and hurt you. she'll then either talk to you or wait for you to reach out to her.

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It's that tiny, baby goat named Bruce being brown and furry, like the pelt Shauna Shipman wrapped her dead baby in.

It's the fact that it's a boy goat too.

It's her immediate and irrational fear—upon even hearing the word sacrifice—that she's going to have to kill the kid. The goat. The baby. This precious, innocent life in her care. Because everything she loves gets taken away from her, doesn't it?

All her fault.

Every last bit of it.

She can't have anything that she doesn't eventually hurt.

(And yes, it's about Jackie. It's always about Jackie, even when she swears that it's not. Jackie, her first victim. Jackie, her first love.)

(She's wearing her shirt in this episode. She's wearing her life in this whole damn series.)

It's her sitting alone in the woods, disassociating, triggered by a goddamn goat, and it's her utter panic when she realizes that he's missing.

It's Misty telling her, “Well, you’re not that innocent either.”

And it's her so bitterly replying, “Do you think I don’t know that?” as she frantically searches for Bruce, yet another living creature that she thinks she’s failed.

It's the tenderness with which she holds him when she finds him again, mothering him so gently. She tells him—this goat—that he's delusional and dumb if he thinks she's gonna hold him all day, but then she fucking does it! She holds him! She cradles him to her chest like a baby, and it's so lovely.

But it's so, so sad too.

Because it's her pleading with the barn worker to make sure that the goat is okay; she doesn't trust her ability to take care of him; she'll fucking lose it if he gets hurt in her care.

And it's this guy robotically replying, "The kid’s care is entwined with your own." And it’s the way that Shauna's pupils immediately blow, and we intimately understand—well before she tells Lottie—that she's thinking about that baby in the woods.

And she's thinking about Callie.

And she's thinking that if this much is true—if her ability to care for herself is the metric by which she can care for a kid—then, of course, her children are so totally fucked.

With her as a mother, they were doomed from the very start.

(Relatedly, it’s Melanie Lynskey saying in an interview: “I don’t think Shauna’s really disappointed in people. I think she’s disappointed in herself. She takes things out on herself, and she just feels kind of fundamentally unlovable.”)

It’s her confrontation with Lottie, which is charged with their fraught and bloody past, by Lottie's obsession with the wilderness baby, by the dream where the baby is cannibalized, by Lottie's willingness to become both Shauna's punching bag and martyr.

It's the tears that run down her face as she says, as she confesses:

"I’m not crying about the goat. I don’t really know, um, what’s happening right now. Um, I think it’s just that I’ve always kept my daughter, you know, Callie, like, at arm’s length. I think just out of fear that she would… die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. I don’t know. I try to tell myself it’s okay. That I’m safe to… to think of her as-as mine, you know, and to just be her mom. But I think something is broken, Lottie. I just can’t do it.

God, it’s how every line of this monologue is so fucking broken and raw. She told that bastard cop that she's just not very good at loving her daughter, and here is both the reason why and the brutal extent. In the woods, her baby died, but for just a brief moment, in the tantalizing spaces of that dream turned hellish nightmare, he lived. But then he died again; he was consumed; or was he?

No.

Abso-fucking-lutely-yes, but not in the way that Shauna could have ever conceived.

Because this is the idea that she can't think of Callie as her own when that first baby was never hers either.

Not really.

Our baby, Lottie had called him. He was their communal savior, their shining hope, their personal Jesus who didn’t live.

And Shauna's singular moment alone with him had been a cruel fantasy too.

It's her murderous rage at his death, the violence that such grief engenders in her, which in and of itself is an echo of Misty's Steel Magnolias monologue—the way she wants to hit someone until they feel as bad as they do.

It’s how she can't allow herself to love Callie completely because of her fundamental incapacity to discern reality from the nightmare. In the cabin, she accuses them all of killing her baby. Every goddamn day she fears that her daughter will die, if she even exists at all.

It's the panic in her eyes when she clutches the phone and asks Jeff if Callie is okay all the same.

Because that's her first instinct, her immediate assumption.

That something with her daughter is horribly wrong.

And that's the crux in the end, the horrible conclusion to all these frayed and tangled threads.

Something going wrong is the only reality that Shauna Shipman can ever reliably count upon. The entirety of her life is an open, gushing wound.

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