JACKIE TAYLOR.ᐟ

cheerleader captain with THAT football team captain?

miss you jackie :((

jackie who still sticks to soccer when she goes to college.... i could be misreading ur entire anon but im going with what i originally thought im sorry if you meant something different i just assume ur British or something..

having multiple classes with her and only realizing that she's on the soccer team when it's soccer szn and you guys cheer them on during their first home game. it quickly becomes your favorite sport. always making sure to tell her in class how good she was and congratulating her team on their wins :) she tells you that she couldn't do it without your cheering her on which makes you blush. slowly becoming more than classmates and actual friends!!!!

telling her where you work and she shows up to 'buy' things but ends up holding the line up while talking to you about this recent scuffle her teammates have gotten into which is making her brain hurt. you understand completely, as you're the captain of your cheerleading squad. thinking of her mentioning how good you look in normal clothes instead of your cheerleading outfit, but she does miss it. you don't know what she means by it.

cheerleader!r and soccer captain!jackie who sneak off to makeout when they're supposed to be holding meetings for their team after practice. you somehow always forget to send that "sorry! had to cancel today's meeting" text because jackie's pulling your phone out of your hand and pulling you onto her lap. sometimes you convince her to cut it short and you walk her to the soccer field before going to your own meeting, feeling crazyy at her swollen lips as she tries to act normal and pump up the girls.

being a cheerleader for another college and meeting jackie at a rival game.... ur teammates clock it very quickly and make fun of you for having a crush. you're so thankful that your college's soccer team plays them a couple more times throughout the season 😭 trying to befriend her and coming up to her before the game, wishing her good luck and asking for her number which actually works. it sucks that she lives so far away though. jackie who sends you photos of her at other games, saying she wishes you were here to cheer her on </3

cheer captain!r and jackie where you both kind of have a thing for the other in their outfit.... she, of course, loves when you're in that skirt. you, on the other hand, have kind of just been pavloved into liking her soccer uniform because of how often you mess around while she's practicing. she also loves stealing ur varsity jacket and Loves making out in it. has definitely helped you get ready in the morning and purposefully put you in her Taylor varsity jacket too.

doing routines for her!!! asking her if it's good enough or if you should practice more. jackie who comes and watches you practice too!!! she's the MOST supportive gf. when you're cheering for another team and she's able to go, she shows up with flowers and makes a sign to hold up when you guys are on 😭

Batfam x Neglected Tomie Reader

English version

In the Wayne Manor, there was a room without history. It had a small window, a neatly made bed, and a mirror without fingerprints. And in that room lived her.

She didn’t have a cape.

She didn’t have gadgets.

She didn’t have battle scars or soul wounds that others could see as worthy. She only had a face.

And in that house of masks, that meant nothing.

Since she was little, she learned not to make noise. When she walked through the carpeted hallways, she tiptoed, as if the echo of her steps were a crime.

When she spoke, she did it in a soft voice, afraid of interrupting the conversations between the heroes. When she laughed... she stopped. No one laughed with her.

She didn’t belong to the "team." She didn’t have official training. She wasn’t Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, or the new girl from the orphanage with a perfect memory. She was just the daughter. The mistake. The useless shadow.

Her mother had died giving birth to her. Bruce raised her out of duty. Alfred was polite but distant. And the rest... simply didn’t see her.

"Since when has she been here?" Tim once asked aloud, not realizing she was right behind him.

Jason mocked, "She's always been here. She's like a nice piece of furniture.Looks good, but isn't useful for fighting."

And they all laughed.

She didn’t.

She just looked at her hands, delicate and soft, then lowered her head.

Bruce never trained her. He said he didn’t want to "put her in danger," but everyone knew he didn’t trust her strength. He didn’t consider her useful. He taught her to keep silent. To observe. To read books instead of reading bodies in combat. And she did. She learned to see without being seen. To understand without asking. To lock everything she felt in a corner of her chest where no one could enter.

But there was one thing she inherited: the gaze. That deep and sharp look. The one that made the guilty tremble. Hers was different, yes. Softer. More beautiful. But just as hypnotic. And no one in the house dared to hold it for too long.

---

One day, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was fourteen years old.

She had the darkest eyes in Gotham.

She had lips as soft as silk.

She had skin that seemed sculpted. And she felt nothing. "What’s the point of being beautiful if no one sees you?"

Someone knocked on the door. It was Damian.

—Move, useless. Some of us have things to do.

She didn’t answer. She just lowered her gaze. But that night, she broke the mirror with her fist. She didn’t cry. She just bled.

---

Time passed. She turned fifteen. Then sixteen. She knew no one would go to her room on her birthday. She knew no one would say "I’m proud of you." She knew that, to them, she was a mistake without scars. So, she left.

She didn’t scream.

She didn’t leave a note.

She didn’t seek drama.

She simply made the bed.Closed the door. And disappeared.

Bruce didn’t search for her. "If she wants to come back, she will," he said coldly. And the rest continued with their missions.

No one imagined she would find another way to exist.

And to shine.

---

First came the photos. Self-portraits on lonely streets. Her face surrounded by shadows. Her silhouette reflected in puddles. Her lips slightly parted as if whispering secrets. Someone found them. Shared them. And the world… listened.

“They call her the Marble Girl.”

They said she had an impossible face. Too symmetrical. Too pure.

But what attracted them the most wasn’t her beauty. It was what she hid.

A silent sadness.

A threat without violence.

A sweetness that was poisonous.

---

At seventeen, she was in Paris.

She signed contracts without giving her real name. She modeled without saying a word. And every time the camera focused on her, the world stopped. Not because she smiled.

But because it seemed she didn’t need to.

She denied it.

And that... drove them crazy.

---

She lived alone. In a small glass apartment with black curtains.

She slept little. Dreamed a lot. And never looked back at Gotham.

She never mentioned her family. Not because she hated them. But because... they no longer existed for her.

They had died the day they forgot her.And she... had been reborn.

---

One night, an artist asked to paint her face.

—You have something tragic about you —the woman said, as she traced her jawline—. Like a broken virgin. Or a sad goddess.

She just smiled, without answering. And when the painting was displayed, people cried in front of the canvas. They didn’t know why.

It just... hurt.

---

At eighteen, the world already knew her. Magazines. Art videos. Red carpets.

But never interviews.

Never words.Only that presence. Mysterious. Distant. Unreachable.

And then... Bruce saw her.

---

He was working in the Batcave when her image appeared on the screen. An irrelevant article. A gossip piece.

But there she was. Sitting in a velvet chair. Dressed in black. Surrounded by photographers. And smiling. That smile. Calm. Unbreakable.

Free. Bruce blinked.

—It can’t be… Dick looked down.

Jason clenched his fists.

Tim swallowed hard.

Damian, for the first time, said nothing.

Because they all remembered her. And she didn’t remember them.

—Why didn’t she come back? Dick murmured.

Jason clenched his fists. —Because we didn’t make her feel part of this.

Damian whispered: —She seems happy.

Bruce didn’t answer. He just looked at the screen. And inside, something broke.

It wasn’t guilt.

It wasn’t love.

It was fear.

Because she didn’t need them. And that... was unforgivable.

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

"THE WAYNE SIBLINGS READ THIRST TWEETS"

requested by anon

summary: the internet is horny for you, your brothers suffer for it.

pairings: platonic! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake x batsis! reader

A/N: 18+, on account of horny twitter users ;)

You and your brothers are lined up in a semi-circle, Dick, you, Jason then Tim, each of you sporting different expressions as the cameras begin rolling.

You and Dick are cheerful mirrors of each other, while Jason and Tim look like they'd rather be anywhere but here as the four of you settle into place.

"So today we're going to have you reading thirst tweets, but the twist is, they're all about your sister." The producer says from out of frame. Abruptly, your brother's moods swing violently.

"No!" Dick cheers, the blinding smile plastered across his face never even twitching.

Jason's frown has evolved from "mildly disgruntled" to "about to start shooting people."

Tim, meanwhile, appears to have stopped working altogether. "Timmers?" You giggle, waving a hand across his face.

"Ew... I mean, people find you attractive?" He scrunches up his nose, and your face turns murderous.

"RIGHT! Listen here you little - " you lean across Jason to strangle your little brother when a giggle from somewhere on set reminds you where you are, and you paste on a practised grin.

"I can see why Damian wasn't invited now."

"None of us should have been invited, this shouldn't be happening." Tim mumbled with a thousand yard stare.

Relishing in his stress, you quickly pull a piece of paper from the oversized thirst jug, staring directly at Tim as you read. "Bruce Wayne's daughter could smack me across the face with a brick and I’d say ‘thank you, mommy’"

Tim dry heaves, face a little green.

"Damn, now I can never use that in bed again." Jason grumbles, causing Dick to spit out his water as Tim gags once more.

"You're disgusting." He kicks Jason as you hum in consideration.

"I don't know, I think I could get behind it."

"Never speak again, actually." Tim fires back.

"Well, if you liked that, then you'll love this one: Sit on my face, I'll pay you, anything! please, SIT ON MY FACE! SIT ON MY-” Dick, who's only just recovered from his previous near death experience starts choking again, making you hit his back a little harder than strictly necessary.

Jason starts attempting to take the jug off your hands, but you quickly dance out of the way, "Oh look, this one's not even that bad." Your brothers look sceptical, but they don't stop you, "She's so fine, I'd kill a man just to breathe the same air as her."

"What is with people and committing crimes?" Jason seems genuinely concerned. How chronically offline of him.

"I attract a very passionate demographic." You shrug.

"You attract future convicts," Dick mutters in devastation.

A shit eating grin covers your face as you read the next one, having lulled them into a false sense of security.

"Need her to pull on my hair like a leash as she fucks me into next week with the strap." Dick wails, falling sideways off the chair like a fainting Victorian woman.

"Hmm, you want the pink or the green one, baby?" you smile seductively at the camera.

"That's it! You're done, you're done!" Jason lunges for you at the same time as Dick, your older brother getting the jug whilst you're hauled over Jason's shoulder.

You shriek, but you refused to be deterred, unfolding one of the papers you'd managed to grab before Dick attempted to thwart your fun. "Not to be dramatic, but if Jason’s sister looked me in the eye and said ‘kneel’, I’d hit the floor so fast I’d break my - hey."

Tim pulls the paper from your hands, staring at it like it killed his puppy. "Why are you encouraging this?" Tim gestures accusingly at the Buzzfeed staff members laughing behind the cameras, before he does a double take at the twitter handle.

"Wait... This is from Roy's Twitter account!" Tim yells, whirling on Jason like he's personally responsible for all of his grievances.

"There's one here from Conner too," You clear your throat, holding the paper far above Tim's head with your superior height courtesy of Jason's unwilling help, "I’d treat you right. You ever want someone to make you cum till you forget your own name, hit me up babe."

Your brothers scream, and you’re having so much fun that you only mildly worry about Conner’s safety in the near future.

(You wonder if you’ll have time to take him up on his offer before his inevitable funeral.)

The video ends with a message flashing across the screen: "Several of the tweets submitted came from Wally West's Twitter account. Some were deemed too explicit to share."

jackie in new york exploring her new life and independence with reader !!!!!

mueheheheh jackie meeting you in nyc and realizing some things about herself…

probably is a little drunk on wine when she makes her first move, dancing in her rented apartment after dinner

jackie never thought she was gay, but this was something she was very sure of……being her first time OH MY DAYS

moving in with her and getting jobs to align your schedules as well as possible! she wants to spend every single waking moment with you im not even joking

suuuper giddy to introduce you to all her friends as well (who end up loving you just as much as she does)

jackie exploring a whole new section of herself she never knew existed, she was finally free from all the small town everyone-knows-everything bullshit, and could just find her true self with you right by her side

constantly insists that you do stuff to keep your relationship healthy and happy, going on a mandatory date every week, which surprisingly does help…….it’s not even always some expensive, excessive stuff, mostly a nice coffee and walk, a pottery class or simply a homemade dinner! she makes some mean alfredo, im sure.

˖⁠♡Left In Metropolis✧⁠*⁠。 ( Batfam x Toddler! Reader)

(That one scene in home alone.) Masterlist

It was a short flight from metropolis to Gotham but they were finally back home, currently they were all at the airport conveyor belt standing from oldest to youngest collecting their luggage.

Bruce would pass down each of their bags as they came out of the machine and it seemed as if everything was going smoothly, that is until your luggage came out.

"Dick, pass this to (reader)" Bruce passed the luggage to Dick.

Then to Tim, Damian and then....

It hadn't yet clicked in Damians head that his little sibling was missing from next to him so he just passed the bag back to Tim.

"(Reader) isn't here" Damian passes the bag back to a sleep deprived Tim while he passes it back Dick and then to Bruce.

It takes a while but they all finally notice what just happened.

"What do you mean reader isn't here, I left them with you" Bruce asks Dick.

"And I left them with Tim" he turns to Tim who's a wearing a confused expression that slowly turns into one of shocked realization.

"And I left them in Metropolis..." he whispered but they all still heard.

"You left them in Metropolis, do you know how far that is from here, they could be dead by now" Dick suddenly shouts.

"Damian where are you going?" Bruce asked.

"Back to metropolis" he says curtly.

He hadn't really gotten to know you that well as a sibling but he still watched you from afar and knowing you were currently all by yourself in a large crime ridden country was all it took for him to move.

"And how are you getting there?" Bruce asks but is then cut off by the sound of Damian shaking the keys to the batplane.

Meanwhile your currently in the airport sat next to a worried Clark and Jon licking a small lollipop they bought you.

Luckily you remembered they're number and called immediately.

"Can't we just fly them home Dad?" Jon glanced over to you as you mindlessly licked away at the lollipop.

"Shhhhhh" you immediately went to place your sticky hands on his mouth.

"Nooo cave talk outside of the cave" though you stumbled over your words but he still understood.

"Either that or we keep em" Clark muses.

"What about him?" Jon asks while pointing to Jason who sat right beside you, watching you struggle to bite your lollipop with your small front teeth.

"I'm sure they'll take him back as well, seeing as they're the ones who brought him" Clark stated confidently

Safe to say Jason had to hitch a ride back home on the Clark Kent express. (Mainly because Damian kicked him out of the jet)

You know how in most neglectful batfamily fanfic the reader dies and then goes back in time

Instead of the reader going back in time what if one of the family members goes back in time and tries to change things so that they don't die

Bonus points if it's Damian :3

(English is not my first language)

hihi ty for the ask >.<

━ if in this au a character who somehow goes back into time and witnesses just truly how neglectful the reader is, this character should have privy had a solid relationship with them ?

━ like im thinking initially when Damian came into the family - reader and him were pretty close , bonded over the fact they were outcasts, but as he grew into being Robin, they drifted apart ?

━ so like when he does go back in time ? Could be before his time of entering the family or the period they both drifted apart he feels guilty?

━ maybe he tries to reconcile with reader but the thing is - when you're so used to being left alone - socializing can be so stressful for you.

━ so when he is trying to rebuild that bridge reader is having a mental breakdown , too overwhelmed to really grasp the reality and it gets so bad one day she actually fainted .

━ freaked the hell out of Damian that he had to beg Bruce to carry her to a hospital because he's blaming himself for her condition.

━ Bruce starts feeling guilty as hell especially when the nurse is asking questions about the reader and he can't answer half of them .

━ reader gets evaluated on and the nurse literally tells Bruce straight up that she has to be put in a specialized facility to be properly taken care of and he starts tweaking out.

━ he starts like asking if reader can come home and how he can take care of her and the nurse is like " Quite frankly enough putting the patient in this specialized facility is the best option for their wellbeing"

━ we can have Damian visiting the reader , slowly but surely building that bridge and soon enough others begin trickling in.

━ somehow he gets teleported back to his own universe and sews his own reader and starts breaking down when he hugs her.

━ reader is confused and annoyed and just pushes him away because in this universe she has her own life and wants nothing to do with the batfam.

━ Damian literally tells Bruce everything form the other universe and their own outcome, and Bruce immediately guilt ridden and get everyone on a plan to get reader back.

any headcanons for nat with a tmasc reader? :]

she likes to steal your clothes all the time (⁠^⁠^⁠) you barely have any clothes left in your dresser cause they're all shoved in hers or tucked somewhere in that pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. she chooses to wear your shirt when waking up the morning after, sometimes even your boxers. she wears your sweaters when it's cold. she uses your ripped up shirts when you help her bleach her hair again 😒

you're jealous of her voice ;-; or maybe that's just me...but she reassures you so much when you get voice dysphoria :( she gets sad when you go mute sometimes because of how bad it gets. she's kissing your cheek, rubbing your back, and knows just the right words to cheer you up. helps you voice train if you want to, or just helps you get more comfortable with your voice. always mentions how sexy she thinks it is. begs you to keep talking but if you're genuinely uncomfortable, she stops and apologizes... likes kissing your adams apple too :) if you don't have one, she likes kissing your throat and hearing/feeling you hum.

calls you a pussy for almost passing out at your monthly blood work appointments (if you hate them just as much as me) after you come out and tell her how nervous you were, but was right there in the waiting room, rubbing your arm and putting her hand on your bouncing leg to try and calm your nerves. never makes fun of you (at least not too much..) if you want her to go in with you because you feel calm and safe with her there.

nat giving you cool haircuts 😁 she has such good style that you trust her to give you a haircut. makes sure to tell you how handsome you are and kisses you until you believe it. you love when she has her hands in your hair/on your face guiding you where to look so she can cut, and she likes touching you in general ! :)

scrawny lil nat with buff or even chubby tmasc reader.... she's got some muscle, but barely. she loves the size diff tbh. loves how beefy you are and loves that tummy. she loves post-shot times where either she or you inject the T into your stomach and then loves to rest her head on your bellayyy. she loves how she can squeeze your thighs and arms and belly and cheeks and everything. also loves being carried.

singer!reader whose singing voice changes drastically on T and nat who fucking loves it. you were able to do high notes but now you can't really do them without your voice cracking... goddd she lives for your voice. starts geeking and giggling to herself when she catches you singing. requests her favorite songs always....... asks you to sing her to sleep or sing to calm her down when she's having bad days :(

nat who does ur makeup :) making your face more masculine with tutorials she found online, getting distracted by how handsome you are, and messing it up with her kisses... or if you like wearing makeup, she likes sitting in your lap and doing it. nat who always forgets to put blush on your cheeks because you're constantly red while she's holding your face so gently anyway 😭

nat who starts arguments with anyone who looks at your trans pins weirdly. if they look at you weirdly, let alone say anything, may god not have mercy on their soul... she will get into fights for you. she doesn't take that shit lightly at all. idkk. just thinking about talks with her about staying stealthy after she almost got arrested one day for assaulting someone (deserved) who was being weird to you. telling her you don't feel safe even when she confronts them and protects you :( asking if she could just leave it and focus on you. but also jokingly bumping her shoulder and saying, "i don't care what you do after, though. if they end up dead on the news, i don't know anything." and she smiles

nat buying you trans books/films. ESPECIALLY films. :D buying you gender affirming things all the time, her heart bursting at how happy you are when she gifts them to youuu

hey, we had fratboy shauna, lottie, and... fratboy jackie?

— so into you || fratboy and g!p jackie taylor headcanons 🎬

a/n: nothing smart to say this time. just need her. also, she gives strong ariana grande songs vibes if you ask me.

summary: she changed since high school and turns out…she’s not as bad as you thought she is. modern college au. girlfriend!jackie.

warnings: NSFW - content - MDNI

★ — well, you didn’t know that someone like jackie taylor exist til the day you walked in class. she sits spread open at the desk. varsity jacket around her shoulders with college soccer team logo. there’s weird, like really concerning amount of silver rings on her fingers. and, oh god, boxers are picking out from the waistband of her jeans.

★ — after that you learn that this girl is a soccer team captain! and your friends are pretty sure she’s into you. you let it slide for now, cause jackie…simply doesn’t make a move. sure, smiles at you, sometimes throw compliment or two. but nothing besides that.

★ — and hell, that girl got reputation. people say she’s mean which…just doesn’t make sense in your head. she’s so nervous around you, how could she be mean to anyone? then, when she finally gets her shit together, she catches you in cafeteria and in front of all your friends she asks you out.

i mean, she tries. cause what comes from her mouth sounds like she’s choking. “hi…so…” she swallows. “i actually don’t know, i mean, you don’t have a boyfriend, yeah? or hell, girlfriend? i just…” she stutters. “maybe you wanna go out? tomorrow? i mean, no rush! we don’t have to, it’s your choice, really…”

“jackie” you cut her off. “just pick me up around 6.”

she stares at you for a moment then she looks like she’s suddenly buzzing with energy. “oh fuck, great—“ she says relieved. “i mean, yeah. cool. whatever.” she mumbles, trying not to sound overexcited. she does anyway. she blushes like a total idiot walking away.

★ — did i mention her obsession with varsity jackets? no? cause this asshole has whole ass collection in her closet. not like you’re complaining when she borrows you another one. they’re smell like hell. (borrows is a big word, she just warps you in it. deal with it.)

★ — oh jackie’s smell. always so fresh, with that cologne sticking tt her skin that fills up your nostrils anytime she’s hovering over you.

★ — right! going back to her rings! the same with jackets — whole ass collections is placed at her nightstand. she wakes up in the morning and put random ones on. the more the better. turns out she loves jewellery in general. necklaces, bracelets. yes, she wears your bra strap as a bracelet.

★ — speaking of which — jackie has piercings! just in ears tho. beginning with basic lobes and ending with conch, helix and rook. and well…one hidden one. albert king piercing.

★ — you gasp when you have sex for the first time, feeling something like ring brushing against your velvet walls. you stare at her. not used to this new sensation.

“jackie, is that…?” you start but she nods swiftly, cheeks are flushed both from embarrassment and arousal.

“is it bad, cause…?” she pants but you shake your head swiftly.

“no, fuck that’s…” you manage to choke out. “that’s hot, jax.”

★ — you see, jackie was a virgin until she met you. she’s so panicked when you’re fucking for the first time. constantly asking you if she’s doing okay, if she’s not hurting you.

“jesus christ, jax.” you breathe out with amusement. “just fuck me.”

and god knows she does. firstly, she’s hesitant, taking things slow. but when her dick is buried deep inside your slick folds? she nearly cries out from pleasure. poor jackie, never had pussy around her cock. when she gets more confident, she fucks you like woman possessed. and she even moans way louder than you. whimpering in your ear with each thrust.

★ — not to mention the first time you give her a head. her eyes rolls back in her head from pleasure while you suck her tip with piercing.

★ — here’s another thing: jackie is prideful. jackie doesn’t like when people tell her what to do. always cocky, in charge. like she’s the best in every single thing she does (she’s not. she’s just annoying.) and then, there’s you. and she loves when you put her in her place while riding her dick. or even without fucking her. she just obeys.

★ — she loves affection but only privately. in public she plays this unbothered, smug frat. keeping your close but not always touching you. pressing kisses to your neck occasionally but she doesn’t cling to you. not around people at least. cough, reputation.

★ — cause when you’re alone? fuck, she does cling. her hands are all over you, lips travelling constantly up and down. like she’ll die if she won’t be touching you. call her all you want, she’s secretly an awful simp for you. also, people know that. probably after she fell asleep on you at that one party. gripping you like you’re the last person on planet earth.

★ — she gives you a lot compliments. leaving the notes on the fridge, in your notes, in your bag…everywhere. and you learn to compliment her too by that! she’s blushing like hell when you call her handsome.

★ — she’s annoying. like really fucking getting on your nerves sometimes. caring too much about her reputation. her clothes. her fucking appearance. all the damn time.

“jax, what the hell?” you ask irritated walking into the bathroom. “you’re sitting here for hours.”

“yeah, to look pretty for a date with my prettiest girlfriend” she grins tugging you for a kiss. and yeah…you melt right and there.

★ — she’s a smoker — always walking everywhere with her vape. she probably smokes something awfully sweet. like strawberry or raspberry.

★ — she needs to keep up her reputation of that confident, perfect asshole that somehow is loved by everyone around. but when it comes to you…you’re her safe place. she’s sensitive. more than people think. sometimes she simply cries in your arms because of the pressure. only to feel a little guilty next day and brings you breakfast to your bed. from your favourite restaurant. she memorised.

★ — she doesn’t say much i love you’s. she’s definitely not so obvious with her love. but she’s sure as hell possessive — you’re her absolute everything. and jackie taylor doesn’t share.

back on my tmasc nat thoughts because i love him. being so attentive after his top surgery, like he could be saying "ow" from the slightest wince and you're already rushing to his side

you honestly can't stop admiring him, maybe he's in denial of not seeing the changes yet you completely reassure him :((( getting so flustered at his voice getting deeper and raspier, especially from the hair growth too UGH

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i like to think that since hes Italian, he started getting way more body hair after starting T. nat who whines about it because his roots are even darker, and he has to bleach his hair more >.>

also, trans or not, nat with body hair 🤤🤤 nat with fuzz on his stomach....nat with hairy arms and hairy legs... nat with that prepubescent mustache that every tmasc guy has a phase of. Yeah.

feel like he'd love the amount of attention you give him after surgery, blushing while telling you that he can get up on his own but pouting when you actually give him space. nat who loves being taken care of!! gosh he's so thankful that you have everything ready for him back at home... his favorite pillow already fluffed up and his cozy clothes ready for him to put on. he loves you so much.

nat crying because of the pain :( he moved the wrong way and hated the way the compression binder rubbed against his scars and just lost it, breathing out heavily while trying to control his tears but he ends up calling for you, face twisted up in pain that makes you almost cry. ur so much more attentive after that, literally any slight "ouch" from him and ur asking a million questions to see if he's alright 😭

nat whos slightly disappointed at how it looks post op because all he wants to do is be shirtless all the time but it's all bruised and he's so nitpicky about it but i think he's just in slight denial of this huge change he went thru. of course he's happy tho!! and all those times u reassured him that it'll look good once it heals helps him so much :(

also thinking of him working out after it heals too 🤤 taking progress pics and sending them to you whenever he goes to the gym...