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“No, wait, you’re using the cosine function, it says sine.” Misty said, tapping the eraser of her pencil on the page as she looked over Jackie’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Jackie hummed. Misty slid sideways, halfway wedged behind Jackie on the couch.

She rolled her eyes, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and catching some of Jackie’s with it. “The function is sine. You’re using cosine. You’re going to get the wrong answer, you’re using the inverse.”

Jackie frowned down at her paper. Not out of confusion- she had long since given up understanding Calculus, that was for Nat to walk her through- no, her frown was more out of annoyance. How dare this little piece of paper keep her from her lovely girlfriend, who was sitting oh-so close to her, hair tangled together?

Stupid calculus.

“I give up.” Jackie said, slumping backwards against Misty and letting her pencil drop onto the coffee table. “I hate math.”

“You hate things you’re not good at.” Misty said, her arms falling around Jackie’s shoulders.

“So just math, then?”

Misty fought a laugh. “Yeah. Just math.”

Jackie tipped her head back against Misty’s shoulder. She reached a hand up, tugging lightly on one of Misty’s curls. “You should let me braid your hair again.”

“You’re never touching my hair again, you remember how long it took to take down the last one? I lost like half my hair.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s not true, you still have all of your beautiful curls, and second of all, I was trying something new! It’s not my fault it didn’t work out.”

Misty just sighed, but Jackie could hear the smile in her voice.

“Please?” Jackie asked. “I’ll just do regular braids I already know, promise, your hair will survive.” She craned her neck to look up at Misty, huge hazel eyes blinking up at her.

Misty huffed, ears starting to turn red, putting up her hand to cover Jackie’s eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Jackie grinned knowingly. “Why not?”

“Shut up.”

“Aww, cmon, baby-“

“Shut up!”

-

“Put your chin down.” Jackie said, pushing lightly on the back of Misty’s head.

Misty hummed, dropping her chin to her chest. She let her eyes slip closed as Jackie’s fingers glided through her hair, separating curls to weave them together.

As she reached the nape of Misty’s neck, Jackie leaned back to finish the braid.

Misty leaned back with her.

“Hey, stay,” Jackie told her, pushing lightly at Misty’s shoulders to make her sit upright again. “M’almost done.”

Misty let out a disgruntled little hum, but sat forwards, slumped over.

Jackie just laughed, tying the braid off with a hair tie and flicking it over Misty’s shoulder.

“See?” She said, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. “No curls lost. You need a haircut, though, the split ends-“

“Don’t even start.” Misty warned, already laughing.

“I’m just saying-“

“I’m not talking about this with you again!” Misty laughed, turning around to pounce on her girlfriend, her braid flying over her shoulder again.

Jackie’s method of ‘fighting back’ was really more of a calculated maneuver on her part.

In this case, it ended with Misty sitting on her, arms crossed with a little ‘now what?’ look on her face.

Jackie looked up at her with the stupid gaze she saved specifically for her girlfriend, before shaking her head slightly like a horse shooing a fly and saying “This is the perfect angle for eyeliner, yknow.”

Misty scoffed a little bit. “When have you ever sat on me to do eyeliner?”

“When have you ever let me put eyeliner on you?”

Touché.

“No, cmon, you should do it.” Jackie said after a pause.

Misty raised an eyebrow. “You trust me to do your makeup?”

Jackie shrugged. “Every girl should learn.”

“Why do I need to learn, I have you to do it for me?” Misty said, smirking a little bit at her and rolling off. She shoved Jackie’s legs up, sitting on the couch.

That was true. Every school dance, every nice dinner or school recognition, Jackie was in Misty’s bedroom an hour beforehand, covering her in mascara and eyeshadow while complaining that Misty didn’t need any of it.

Jackie didn’t reply. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked over at Misty, who was already back to her homework.

“Please, I wanna teach you…” Jackie whined. She scooted around on the couch, putting her chin on Misty’s shoulder. “Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Misty…” Jackie complained, dragging out the last syllable.

Misty let out a sigh, looking over at Jackie. “If you finish your homework, and let me finish mine without interruptions, I will try.”

Jackie grinned at her. “Okay, great. So I finish my calculus homework and you write your chapter report and then we’re done?”

Misty looked over at her. “I still have Biology and Health to finish too.”

Jackie had celebrated too early.

“I can hear you pouting,” Misty said, nose already buried back in her book. “Remember what you promised about not distracting me.”

Jackie slumped back onto the couch again.

Stupid calculus.

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- they’re such an odd pair but they make it work

- misty calms mari down and mari riles misty up

- do you see what i’m saying

- let me explain

- mari is mouthy as fuckk but a pointed look from misty

- and miss girl just rolls her eyes and shuts her mouth

- misty is quiet asf but one glance from mari

- and she’s making some intelligent argument that aligns with mari’s opinion

- mari’s such a bitch i love her

- such a hard ass to EVERYONEE but it is not uncommon

- to find her sprawled across misty’s lap

- whining and complaining about something

- and misty’s giving her short little quips and all but poking the bear

- but then if you look at her she’s got a hand in mari’s hair and she’s looking at her with the softest eyes and ajahdyjsab

- bringing back the height difference gfs except this time it’s like

- 4 inches

- wowza amirite

- no but seriously

- misty wearing mari’s hoodies😭

- with the sleeves all rolled up😭

- because her arms are so short😭

- im sick to my stomach

- mari coming up behind misty just to put her chin on the top of her tiny gf’s head

- they’re definitely the “agree in public, fight at home” kind of couple

- mari will go along with whatever misty is saying

- and then as soon as they get in the car she’s like

- “ok wtf was that i KNOW you did not-“

- and off they go

- but they’re so sweet with each other

- they’re both so bad at being nice to each other verbally

- their entire relationship is banter

- and then sometimes when things slow down

- maybe when it’s just the two of them

- it’s just really soft tentative compliments

- mari with her head on misty’s shoulder on the couch

- and she doesn’t look up from the tv or even pause it

- just a little

- “i liked your shirt today. you look good in blue.”

- and misty doesn’t say anything and mari doesn’t either

- but the words make themselves at home in the warm spot behind misty’s sternum

- or maybe they’re at a coffee shop and mari orders a drink

- and misty orders the same on and mari looks at her like ???

- and misty just shrugs and fights a smile and says

- “i trust your judgement…”

- someone kill me

- they’re an “i love you” ALWAYS kind of couple

- what do i mean you ask WELL let me tell you

- mari is pissed at misty for something?

- silent treatment the whole day

- BUT

- as she’s leaving, she still drops a kiss on the top of misty’s head

- “bye, i love you”

- “i love you too”

- and then back to silence

- or when they’re going to sleep after an arguement

- it’s misty’s soft little voice that mari picks up even as they’re facing away from each other

- “good night. i love you.”

- “i love you too.”

- no matter how upset or petty or frustrated they are

- they always love each other 😭

- ugh guys these are my little babies i love them so much

I do not own Yellowjackets or its characters