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~ Travis Martinez x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader Headcanons: NSFW Alphabet ~

Words: 3230

Note: this was originally written for an OC, so if there’s any pronoun issues, that’s where it comes from haha. Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately - work has been crazy, so there’s been a lot less writing time for me, but I’m hoping to slowly make my way back into it!

A - Aftercare

At the beginning, Travis had no idea what to do. He would awkwardly ask if you needed water or if you wanted to cuddle - it’s the thought that counts. He had only ever been told how to have sex, not what comes after. Honestly, he didn’t think anything came after, from what he’d heard. He thought it was just cum and then leave, no more words exchanged. He was a little naive to say the least. But when he got together with you, he quickly learned from you taking the lead and asking what he needed afterwards. He quickly learned that there needs to be aftercare - at least in his opinion. He always thought the whole fuck and then leave was a little gross anyways.

Now, he’s the first one to give you a water and rub your back. He learned that you love sweet physical touch after sex so he’ll run his fingers through your hair, trace shapes into your sweat-soaked skin, and press gentle kisses to your shoulders and face.

B - Body Part

Travis *tries* not to come off as a shallow dick. The keyword is *tries*. But he always feels like he is when he stares at your chest. He feels like a grade A pervert even though he’s the only one who *can* do that. But he can’t help it. He’s a warm-blooded teen who’s too deep in love with his girlfriend. He can’t help but notice how some of your shirts tighten around your chest or how your breasts sit so nicely in a tank top. The very thought of it makes him red. So, it’s safe to say that he pays extra attention to them during sex - biting, licking, sucking. You couldn’t tear that boy away if you tried. Stares at your nipples through her shirt when they’re prominent and definitely has an oral fixation for them during sex; you couldn’t tear that man away from sucking on your nipples if you tried.

Travis has never had a very good relationship with his own body. He’s very insecure, and knows that he’s not the role model for what girls are looking for in a guy - at least that’s what the magazines and TV shows tell him. White guys with six pack abs and bright blue eyes and *confidence*. He gets down on himself pretty quickly, never thinking of himself as generally attractive. It doesn’t help that girls never really looked at him in high school. That only further pushed the idea home that Travis was not socially acceptable looks wise. With all of that being said, when he’s feeling a rare sense of confidence, he can always count on those big brown eyes of his. That never was something he would think was in his favor until you. That is, until you told him that he could literally just bat his eyelashes and you would do anything he asked. So, he uses that to his advantage. If there’s an argument, he’s looking at you like a kicked puppy. If there’s a kiss, he won’t take his eyes off of you until you’re blushing. And if there’s sex, he makes his eyes look as innocent as possible while doing the least innocent thing he can. He’s just proud he can have that effect on someone. Travis gets a little more confident by the day when he realizes that everything he has makes him *him* and you adore that, so that’s good enough for him. During sex, stares up at you from his knees as his mouth is deep in your pussy, tongue doing gymnastics on your clit.

Later in the wilderness, this changes as he gets more muscular. It wasn’t because he felt that he needed to, but rather just a mode of survival. Everyone was quick to widen their eyes when Travis showed up in the spring with biceps - where did those even come from? And Travis is not immune to the effects of ogling. So, he’s pretty damn proud of his new figure - and it’s definitely a bonus that you like it too. There’s been multiple occasions where you’ve ridden his bicep, and you’ve even bitten him there multiple times, leaving purple hickeys that everyone sees. You adore the look of his muscular biceps on your body as he manhandles you into whatever position he wants. Manhandling you onto your knees, holding your hips down as he feasts on your pussy, holding you up with his hands against a tree - in everything, his biceps are prominent and drool-worthy.

C - Cum

Travis does *not* have a breeding kink. He doesn’t, and he will tell you that until the day he dies because he really truly doesn’t. But there is something possessive in him that makes him incredibly proud of himself when he comes inside of you. This is literally only possible because of your birth control - thank the ancestors for that three year Nexplanon implant. Because yes, Travis will be as safe as possible and use the condoms Coach Ben gave to him, but… they ran out pretty fast. And Travis is thankful every damn day for that implant so that he can continue to be inside of you for as long as possible. Yes, it’s a sweet, romantic, intimate thing for him, but it’s also something animalistic that snaps when he sees it drip out of you and he goes down to either push it back in or lick it up.

That’s his preference, but his happy second is on your tits. (Although this is more rare because Travis immediately gets red and embarrassed about it after he’s come down from his high).

Also, for some reason because he finds it weirdly demeaning to you, will *not* come on your face. You will never understand why that’s so uncomfortable for him, but he always says that it just feels gross like he’s using you.

D - Dirty Secret

Travis masturbated to pictures on your Instagram before, but only once because he felt so guilty after that he completely deleted Instagram.

Loves when his girlfriend pegs him. He will never admit it, but that’s his favorite type of porn and the one he seeks out most often. But he’s too embarrassed to say that he enjoys it so much, and would completely deny it if any of his friends called him out about it. But a lot of nights, he comes home and stares at you with puppy dog eyes and asks “can we?”

Another thing he struggles to admit that he likes because he always feels so embarrassed - he has an oral fixation on your breasts for sure. If he’s overwhelmed and feeling too much, he’s kissing and sucking on you. He really doesn’t feel comfortable going into depth on why he enjoys that so much - please don’t bring up mommy issues - but he does.

E - Experience

You were his first. And not just his first time, but his first kiss, his first handjob, his first anything. He’d never even gotten close to a girl except for that one time at a party but she was drunk and thought Travis was someone else. And the most that happened was that she sat on his knee.

Like it was mentioned earlier, Travis was barely told anything about sex. His parents never gave him the birds and bees talk, hoping the school would figure that out with sex ed class. The best Travis got was his few friends telling him about their experiences (which weren’t great because his friends weren’t really good people to begin with and their sex life definitely reflected that) and watching porn.

So, he was *very* insecure during their first time. Needed reassurance every thirty seconds, counted on you to show him what to do, staring up at you with those big, worried doe eyes. His favorite phrases during their early relationship were “am I doing this right?” “you feel okay?” And “I’m doing good?” You were happy to be there to let him know that he was doing fantastic and that he was a quick learner.

F - Favorite Position

You know, call Travis a basic bitch, but he really does enjoy missionary. He needs to see your face - part of his need for reassurance. Because of that, he’s also happy to do cowgirl but he always makes sure your energy levels are okay with that because you have to do most of the work there and living in the wilderness isn’t great for your knees… or your health. If you’re feeling especially loving, you’ll do chair position to be as close as physically possible. Travis is fine with spooning in the morning, but he really hates making eye contact with the back of your head. And as the relationship goes on, he’s happy to experiment - doggy is rare but it exists. Wall position doesn’t exist simply because you can’t grow five inches taller. 69 does not exist too because that has never gone well for anybody, but you can still try.

G - Goofy

Travis takes sex pretty seriously because to him, it’s important and it means a lot to him. Especially in the beginning, if there was even a hint of a laugh, his lack of confidence would get the best of him and he would lose all momentum he had before. It took a while for you to convince him that sex didn’t have to be serious all the time - that they could have fun and laugh. He does once and a while, but for him, sex is serious business.

H - Hair

Travis is already pretty hairless - another thing he feels self-conscious about because he’s a little bit of a late bloomer when it comes to hair. So, there would also be little hair down there. There’s a little just around the base, but it’s not needing to be trimmed or maintained, really.

I - Intimacy

Travis takes sex seriously as was already covered, so he really leans into the romance of it. He’s also a very touchy, physical person since he never got much of that from his family growing up. So, during sex, he’s very attentive to your needs, wanting to prove just how much he loves you in those moments. So focused on making you feel as good as possible - such a giver. Can’t live without giving you constant kisses. Also needs skin to be touching skin - it’s definitely a calming thing for Travis. He needs to feel close at all times, scared that if he lets go, you’ll be taken away.

J - Jack off

I mean… he’s a 17 year old boy. So, he’s been there, done that. Being with his girlfriend, he’s definitely had to a lot less, but if it’s been a while - you’re gone off hunting for the day, for example - then he’ll resort to going to your shared makeshift bed and humping into his pillow when everyone else is gone, smelling your hoodie that you left or the blankets that you use. Feels really embarrassed and red about it after but it gets the job done.

K - Kink

Praise, and lots of it. Travis is also a newbie when it comes to sex when him and you first get together, so you have to teach him a lot - and he really enjoys that aspect of it. He wants to learn how to please his girl and if he gets some praise out of it, that’s a win too.

Could kiss for hours. Just loves to lay there and make out for as long as possible. It helps him relax and honestly, he doesn’t even need sex sometimes. Just the intimacy of holding you in his arms, hand cupping your jaw as they kiss for as long as possible in the silent night of the cabin.

Edging - he loves when he’s at the mercy of his girl. He can finally let go of control and just *feel*. Doesn’t last for as long as he’d like to - within ten minutes he’s whining and within twenty he’s crying. But there’s something to the adrenaline of it all, waiting for it to come, and then the comedown afterward that always keeps him coming back.

Along with his oral fixation, loves to eat you out. He just needs somewhere for his mouth to be at all times. He feels like if he doesn’t, he’ll just drool and get really embarrassed.

On the same note as the oral fixation, if you don’t give him something to put his mouth on, he gets whiny so you need to gag him sometimes. Can use a ball gag, but there’s something about duct tape that just does it too.

L - location

Travis definitely has a high sex drive after he does it for the first time, but in the wilderness, there’s not a ton of privacy. They sleep with everyone else in the same cabin and only have it to themselves for like twenty minutes a day, which is not ideal. So Travis and you made a little spot with a man made tent and blankets near the stream where you could go to have sex, sleep, or just hang out away from everybody else.

M - Motivation

Your motivation and strength as a leader is definitely a huge turn on for Travis. Seeing you boss people around, handing out chores and having them listen intently in turn, really makes Travis respect you, but also makes something stir in him. He adores how strong you are.

On that same note, if you’re hunting or doing physical labor and your muscles are present, Travis has to keep himself from staring.

When you sing, that’s also a turn on, but more of a sweet turn on like he can’t keep his eyes off of you as you strum your instrument and he’s just entranced and then the song ends and he’s still looking and gets all red because he was definitely staring intensely.

N- No

Travis doesn’t go anywhere near painful sex. Yes, they may get rough once and a while, but he will never strike you. Even spanking, he winces at the thought of hurting you. He doesn’t speak down to you either. He understands that some people like being mentally humiliated during sex, but he is not okay being the one to hand that out. Thankfully, this was very easily agreed to by both parties when discussing their turn ons and turn offs.

O - Oral

Travis lives for eating pussy and he’s honestly really good at it once he’s practiced a couple times. Tell that boy what to do and he’s attentive immediately. Could stay down there for hours happily. Absolutely drools.

Also loves to receive. He can’t help but fist the blankets beneath him and whimper at the constant attention, trying his absolute hardest to keep his hips on the ground.

P - Pace

Slow but hard is how the two usually like it but don’t be surprised when this boy just starts fucking jackhammering because he’s overwhelmed and whimpering. (Likes to go slow but hard so he can hear the slap of skin against skin.)

Q - Quickie

Likes to take his time with you where he isn’t racing a clock. Will do it if the two are very pent up and they don’t have a lot of time, but very much enjoys a long session where they can do whatever they want for however long they want.

R - Risk

Can be very shy about risky situations. Like doing things in public places can make him very nervous and anxious because he’s so worried about what people will think (that insecurity runs deep). But he’s willing to try anything to get out of his comfort zone and expand his horizons. When it comes to testing new kinks, as long as it isn’t dangerous or painful, he’s all in. He’s definitely a learner and loves to add new ways to give and receive pleasure to his list.

S - Stamina

1-2 rounds and that’s totally okay. He thinks that he should try to push himself and go as far as he can, but you make sure that he takes the time he needs to rest. “If you rest, we can go as long as we want.” So, he’s learned not to allow his stamina to hold him back. As long as he takes 10-20 minutes to rest between sessions, he’s okay to keep going.

T - Toys

Doesn’t own any toys but was always so intrigued by them and what they could do. He was always under the false impression that toys were for women and dudes just had their hands and their imaginations. But when he met you, you had a couple toys that you used on him and Travis never went back. Honestly, he gets why girls say they can’t live without their vibrator because that shit changed his life.

U - Unfair

Can be a huge tease even if he doesn’t mean to be. He uses those big puppy dog eyes to pretend to be innocent when he knows what he’s doing. In the beginning, he was so new to everything that when he would look up and stop doing whatever he was working on, he would inadvertently tease you. All that to say, whether he knows it or not, he’s a tease and likes it (but whines when he gets teased).

V - Volume

Loud and embarrassed about it, even though he doesn’t have to be. Was always told that men should be practically silent and the women should be porn star loud, but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that it’s okay to be loud. In fact, you admitted that it’s a huge kink of yours that he’s loud and it shows that he enjoys what's happening. Whimpers, whines, moans, cries - once he starts, he can’t stop.

W - Wild Card

Some mornings, he just decides that he’s going to be a munch and goes underneath the blankets and eats you out to wake you up. You wake up to the sound of his whining and whimpering as he eats you out like a starved man, his hips grinding against the sheets.

X - X-ray

Average size, a little above average in girth. Another thing he was very insecure about - those playboys really did him dirty as a growing teen. But he was quick to learn that it’s not about the size, but how you use it, and he’s not really insecure about it anymore. Veiny when he’s hard, precums more than normal - like he gets touched and the front of his boxers are wet. Has a mole right above the base near the pelvic bone.

Y - Yearning

Never underestimate the horniness of a teenage boy. You have a high sex drive and when you meet Travis, it gets psychologically transferred to him. Always down to fuck, always having daydreams, always having wet dreams, always waking up with morning wood. Honestly, sometimes he gets so sick of it - like just let this boy wake up normally for once!

Z - Zzz

Passes right out after he cums - like head hits the pillow and he’s gone. He tries to stay awake to take care of you, but he’s such a goner like halfway through. Let him nap for like twenty minutes and then get him in the shower. That’s your best bet so he doesn’t pass out in the shower.

~ Older Shauna Shipman x Fem!Reader: 15 Years Too Late ~

Words: 898

Note: Sorry this month has been so dead for me you guys 😭I’ve been in family holiday mode, holiday hours at work mode, and also just suffering from a bad case of writer’s block - thank you for being patient with me while I get my writing legs back on 🫶

You’d only known Shauna for a couple years, first meeting at a grocery store where her eyes stayed locked on your body as she secretly followed you throughout the store just to try and get your name.

Shauna had just divorced from her husband, Jeff, and was looking for a new… distraction, she called it.

She just wanted a hookup, a crazy night, a one time thing.

She didn’t expect to be greeted and then enraptured by your bright smile and sparkling eyes - eyes that reminded her of what hope looked like in such a dark place

Shauna kept saying she’d break it off. After one week, two weeks, one month, six months, she kept repeating the same words - “I’ll end it after this date.”

But it never ended

Shauna couldn’t let go

But she also couldn’t let you in

There was too much darkness in her past, too much you’d judge her for. You’d see her differently - as a monster rather than the angel you viewed her as

She made sure to shield you from everything involving the Yellowjackets - she wouldn’t let you ever see Lottie or Taissa when they came around with trouble. She made up fake stories about her past, how she went to Brown and studied but never got her degree, how she met Jeff in college and had Callie, how she was just a normal woman living a normal life as a mother, nothing to be hidden whatsoever

And you believed her, because you trusted her

You started to feel like you’d finally found the one for you

Shauna revealed herself to be harshly protective and caring, intensely devoted to those she loved. She’d do anything to keep you safe, to keep you close, almost to the point of suffocation

She’d constantly ask where you were, what you were doing, who you were with - you viewed it as protective tendencies. She viewed it as making sure you never heard her name whispered in the same realm as the word “Yellowjackets”

She even lied about having gone to Wiskayok in the first place, desperate to remove every part of the wilderness from her story

She went to so much trouble to shield you, out of pure fear that you’d run if you ever knew the truth, because Shauna thought… who wouldn’t?

Then one day, it all came crashing down.

The media, the damn media. The one thing Shauna couldn’t account for. She would shut down their reporters, threaten her “friends” to keep quiet, and it still never stopped the TV from running that stupid special

It was titled “The Blizzard Girls: The Yellowjackets Who Survived,” and you hadn’t even realized you’d turned it on for white noise until you heard the name. Shauna’s name

You’d heard random facts from the Yellowjackets story. It’s impossible not to, living where you did. But never who was involved. And it always seemed that Shauna was around to shut down any rumors.

You were working on your laptop on your couch, eyes focused on the document across your screen when your eyes perked up

It was like a sleeper agent - you’d never paid attention to any of the words said on the TV, but as soon as Shauna Shipman was named, you jolted up, suddenly alert

You watched the entire special over and over again to make sure you were right. The images were there, pictures of Shauna in her high school years that matched her adult features perfectly, but you still couldn’t wrap your mind around it

Then came the hours of research. Finding out that Shauna didn’t go to Brown. She met Jeff in high school. She was stranded in the wilderness with her soccer team for over a year and did who knows what to stay alive, and *she lied to you about it*

Shauna had called you that night, a usual checkup of the day, but you never picked up

You didn’t pick up the next morning either

Shauna’s worries peaked, like antennas picking up a radio signal

She hurried over to your house, and when you opened the door, she *knew.*

You knew and she knew and Shauna’s worst fears were coming true

“So, you were on TV last night,” you started, crossing your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed in anger. And it was the first time Shauna saw that sparkle of hope leave your eyes

“You weren’t ever supposed to know about that” was her only response, hands limply hanging by her sides

It wasn’t an argument, to be fair. It was you yelling and Shauna standing there, awkwardly as the verbal assault continued

She’s heard it all before, nothing new, but coming from you stung worse than ever before

“You lied to me,” you finally finished. “Why didn’t you just tell me from the start?”

“You wouldn’t see me the same.”

“I don’t see you the same now, because of this. What do we do now? Just start over? Three years of us… just gone? Who even are you?”

She was at a loss for words. Did she deserve to be able to start over? Did you deserve that?

She stood across from you, wordless but screaming from her eyes.

A standoff in your living room was not how you imagined three years to culminate

And now you had a decision - start over or leave Shauna with her past, alone

Ya'll I'm so curious (and this is a no judge zone!) Who are your top 5 or top 10 crushes rn? We can bond over hot people

~ Nat Scatorrcio x Fem!Reader Christmas Headcanons ~

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Notes: Writers block and working holiday hours has grabbed me by the THROAT recently - here is my apology in the form of a cute lil Christmas fic. Pls accept 🫵🏻

Nat never got to celebrate Christmas as a kid

Yes, she celebrated the holiday but she never got to really find joy in it

Her parents never cared to make it special, gave her sad hand-me-down gifts, never put up a tree, never decorated, never even told her about Santa Claus

So while she got to watch her friends parade around with bright smiles, telling stories about what they thought Santa would get them, Nat just pictured herself sitting alone on the couch Christmas morning with a candy bar in a Kroger bag

It gave her a resentment after a while

Why did everyone else get so much but she got so little? Half of the kids that got amazing gifts weren’t even good people!

So every year when the air got colder, and the snow started to fall, Nat cringed.

That is, until you and her started dating

You made it your personal mission to show Nat the best Christmas every year

That means getting your very own real trees from the lot, buying way too many Christmas decorations, and spending way too much time doing Christmas / holiday activities

Sometimes it stresses Nat out how much you want to do. Sledding, cocoa, watching tree lightings - it’s a lot. She feels like she went from 0 to 100, but when she sees how excited you are to show her all the amazing things she missed out on, how much you want her to feel safe in a newly found childhood, she never wants to leave

You and her always spend a night with holiday movies on the TV while you and her decorate the tree. She hands you ornaments from the ground while you climb the ladder to put them on the branches. But you always make her put the star on because while she doesn’t admit it, you know how special it is for her

She makes you hot cocoa (it’s a nice sober drink for her) whenever you complain about being cold. Adds snowman marshmallows to yours and reindeer ones to hers

Many nights of cuddling by the tv on the couch bundled in way too many blankets. Nat lays her head on your shoulder, falling asleep halfway through the movies.

Nat’s favorite Christmas movie is “Love Actually”, but she doesn’t tell anyone because she thinks it doesn’t “fit her personality”

You and Nat buy each other a set amount of gifts every year so nobody feels like they got too much or too little. One big, one medium, one little, and a stocking

Nat’s favorite gift she’s ever received from you for Christmas was a guitar - she’s always wanted to learn how to play it, and when she opened it, she didn’t believe it was real

“You got me a guitar? Like a real, huge ass guitar?!”

“It’s your big gift,” you replied with a smile

Nat gets you such thoughtful gifts - you mention wanting something once and she’ll remember forever

Got you a gold necklace with your initials connected that you wear every day

Nat will not wear an ugly Christmas sweater but she will wear matching Christmas pajama pants with you - the ones you have are snoopy in his big puffy jacket

On Christmas Eve one year, you and Nat actually fell asleep on the couch in the living room. When you woke up, you laughed, saying you two were “waiting for Santa.” It’s a moment Nat won’t ever forget, because you weren’t, but she’s always wanted to, and it’s like she just got to live out a little childish dream of hers as an adult

Note: did you catch that lil antler queen / reindeer Easter egg? 👁️👁️🤭

Lil nsfw part

The reader and her have to share a cabin and I imagine the reader either is a bit oblivious or doesn't think much of it like for example changing in front of Cindy and whatnot I mean they are both girls aren't they? Also side note being stuck in a cabin and not about to masterbate sounds low key like hell

Anywho sorry for the long ask no one gives my baby girl any love 😔 it stops now! And how better than you to end it - 🌺

~ Cindy Berman x Fem!Reader: Crazy Rebel Stuff ~

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Note: my first Cindy Berman fic! I love my Fear Street girl and she will finally be given the love and respect she deserves! Thank you 🌺anon for sending in this req! I love hearing from you and getting your amazing ideas 🫶I hope you’re doing well! Sorry this took so long to get out to you - I’ve had so many reqs to get done 😭but I hope you love this one! 

Cindy should just turn around and walk away. Just turn around, get into bed, close her eyes and forget that this even happened. But she can’t make herself move. She’s frozen solid, eyes wide as headlights, their lights shining directly on you. 

It’s a spacious cabin with enough beds to fit Cindy’s entire senior chemistry class. But for tonight, it’s just the two of you. The glow of the nightly bonfire shines through the windows where the rest of the campers accumulated with their cigarettes and hidden liquor. Cindy absolutely refused to join, even though Tommy kept prodding her to go. “Just loosen up” he’d tell her, but she was quick to cross her arms and stomp away. Cindy wasn’t that kind of girl. For some reason, nobody seemed to get that. 

She wondered why you were in here, already getting ready for bed. When she stormed in earlier and saw you lounging on the rickety camp bed, she internally groaned. 

Cindy’s internal relationship with you was… confusing to say the least. You were so different than she was. Freer, for one. You’d go wherever the wind took you, do whatever you felt like. She honestly thought there was something wrong with you at first, that you were some new brand of rebel that skipped class and smoked under the bleachers. She would roll her eyes every time you ran into math class late, breathless smile on your lips. 

It was obvious to Cindy that you weren’t serious about anything. Your grades, your future, the way people saw you. Nothing. Everything was a joke to you, a little dance party that only you were invited to. Tommy once called Cindy out for being jealous, but Cindy immediately scoffed and asked, “jealous of what?” with a side eye that could set fire. 

All throughout camp, you’d only reiterated what she thought. You never stayed with the group or did the pre-decided activities. When it was time for lunch, you’d be out on the lake with a stolen kayak and a couple friends, trying to tip each other over. When there was archery on the itinerary, you were snuck into the craft hall, smearing paint on your friend’s shirt with a laugh that transcended walls. And apparently, when it was time for team-bonding at the campfire, you were having downtime in the cabin? 

It was quiet when she walked in, the faint muffled tunes of music playing in your headphones. She recognized the band - one of her dad’s favorites… before he left that is. 

She almost gave her usual greeting as a habit, but quickly bit her tongue and walked straight to her bed. Her only plan was to head to sleep early so she’d be ready for a full day tomorrow, but suddenly with you in the room, she felt… self-conscious. She sat on the edge of her bed, rifling through her suitcase for something to do. Read a book? She pulled out *Pride and Prejudice*, worn from multiple rereadings over the years. 

She scanned the same page over and over, never taking in any of the words. Her eyes constantly glanced out of her periphery, searching for your movements, hoping you’d slip under the covers and shut your eyes, but you continued to lounge out across the blankets, music playing in your ears, flipping through a magazine without a care in the world, as if you were in your own bedroom back home. 

Cindy turned her head slightly, trying to catch the name of the magazine. It looked like something she would’ve read before she got so busy with school and extracurriculars. 

As soon as she caught a glimpse of the front page, your eyes trailed up and met hers. In that tiny fraction of a second, the two of you really looked at each other. But even that small moment was too much for Cindy. She panicked, whipping her head back down to her book. She prayed you’d just forget it, let her nervous blush drain in its own time. 

But you seemed to take this as an offering of conversation. 

“You look uncomfortable sitting like that.”

Cindy bristled at your voice, sweet and gentle. She took a deep breath, staring down at her book. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You haven’t turned the page in like five minutes,” you added. 

“You shouldn’t watch people. It’s rude,” she warned. 

The response was instant. “Oh, like you’ve been doing with me?”

She gawked, turning to face you. “No! What are you talking about?”

“I can see the way your eyes shift over to me,” you shrugged, playful smirk on your lips. “You’re not smooth.”

She scoffed, mouth agape. “Well, if you noticed that, you must’ve been watching me too,” she accused.

“I guess we’re both in the wrong then.”

She narrowed her eyes at you. She could’ve come up with something scathing to say in response. She could’ve. But that’s against her moral code. Cindy’s a good girl, and good girls don’t make enemies. 

She turned back to her book, biting her lip in frustration. 

“I was just trying to make conversation,” you prodded, noticing her tense shoulders and aggravated features. “Sorry.” 

“Well, maybe I don’t wanna talk to you,” she snapped, a bitter tinge in her voice. 

Your eyebrows rose. You didn’t know Cindy Berman was capable of being mean. It was new. It was exciting. You let out an awkward, “okayyyy” and went back to your magazine. 

But guilt was already eating Cindy away inside. It wasn’t even thirty seconds before she shut her book and sighed. 

“I’m sorry. That was rude.” 

You shrugged. “You’re okay. I’ll just mind my own business.”

“No, I… I feel bad. That’s not like me.” She leaned forward on her bed, eyes scanning your magazine once more. “What are you reading?”

Your eyes darted up to meet her warm brown gaze. She seemed to be reaching out, interested even. Maybe it was her moral dilemma to make everyone like her at all times, but you’d play along, sure. 

“Reading? Nothing. I am looking at this year’s fashion trends though.” 

“Oh,” she responded, quiet and awkward. “You like fashion?”

“Kinda… I don’t know. I just found this under my friend’s bed. Didn’t have anything to do.”

“You didn’t want to go to the bonfire? I thought you were all about the crazy rebel stuff.”

You chuckled. “Crazy rebel stuff?” Cindy shrugged awkwardly, red tinting her cheeks. 

“Well, sometimes I need a break from the crazy rebel stuff,” you finished. “I like the quiet, believe it or not.”

Cindy looked surprised, as if you’d just told her you got out of prison. 

“What?” 

“I just… didn't expect that from you, I guess.”

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, not with any malice, just as a fact. 

There’s that guilt again, eating away at Cindy’s stomach and crawling its way up her throat. She gritted her teeth, annoyance at herself growing. She knows better than to judge a book by its cover - that’s what her honors teacher says you should never do lest you be judged next. 

“I guess I don’t,” she nodded. 

There’s a beat of silence where the trees sway outside in the summer breeze and the chorus of drunken teenagers laughing around the bonfire bounces off the cabin walls. 

“I don’t blame you for that, though. I mean, I know what people think about me. Or what they say about me,” you speak up. “I wouldn’t blame you for latching onto it.”

“But I know better. I mean, I know what people say about me too. I’m no fun, I’m uptight, I care too much about things nobody else cares about.” 

“It’s just things people say. It doesn’t have to be the truth,” you respond. 

Your voice is soothing, the way you say the words like a smooth hot chocolate to Cindy’s ears. She hates to admit that she’s wrong, but maybe this once, she was slightly incorrect in her assumptions about you. 

“I don’t believe those things about you,” Cindy adds, reaching out with her eyes, urging you to reach back. “Now I don’t. What people say - that you’re reckless, and care only about yourself, or that you’re only gonna end up in prison or dead by 20.”

There’s a moment of silence. You could hear the creaking in the floorboards. “People say those things about me?” Your face dropped and so did Cindy’s heart. 

“No, no, no! Oh my god,” Cindy panicked. “Oh my god! I didn’t mean-“

You busted out laughing, unable to hold it back anymore. Cindy’s face dropped just like yours did seconds before. “I’m just joking. I’m just joking. I’m sorry.”

“What-“

“I’m just fucking around. I’m sorry. But all of those things are true so… but Jesus, that last one’s cruel.” You smiled, and Cindy couldn’t dare stay mad when somehow the stars migrated from the sky to your face. 

“You’re… that was… that was mean!” Was all Cindy could blurt out. 

But you were laughing, and then she was laughing, and suddenly it felt like those slumber parties Cindy used to have before she got “boring” as people would say. 

“Alright, I’m getting into my pajamas. Laying in bed with jean shorts just isn’t as comfortable as Madonna makes them look.” 

You jumped up from bed and without as much as a warning, to Cindy’s chagrin, started stripping out of your sweaty day clothes right in front of her! 

Her mouth dropped. Suddenly her tongue was as dry as a desert. You peeled off your t-shirt, and while you were facing away from her, she still got quite a teasing look at your lace bra. 

She was desperate to say something, to tell you to get a room, but she was mesmerized by the soft slopes of your skin under the cabin lanterns. 

But then you started to unbutton your shorts and she squeaked out, “Wait!” 

You stopped, turning your head just enough to catch her scandalized face out of the corner of your eye. 

“What are you doing!” She screeched. 

“Changing. I told you.” 

“Wha- right in front of me?!”

“We’re both girls. We have the same body parts. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” you shrugged. 

“It is! How can you not think it is! It is!” 

“Okay, Jesus, I got it,” you laughed. You gathered your clothes in your arms and moved to the cabin bathroom. “I guess I’m doing too much crazy rebel stuff for you, huh?” 

You shut the bathroom door behind you, and Cindy fell forward on the bed like she’d been punched in the back. She exhaled hard, eyes wild as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Not even what just happened, but how she felt about it. 

She’s with Tommy. She loves Tommy. But somehow just watching you strip your shirt off, and getting the tiniest peek at your bra was enough to make Cindy readjust herself on the bed, wetness gathering in her underwear. Tommy never did that to her. 

Cindy licked her lips, suddenly chapped. She stared at the bathroom door, images flashing through her mind of what you’d look like changing. What did your underwear look like? Was it the same as the bra? What if you didn’t wear any- NO, Cindy, get it together! You don’t like girls. You like Tommy. 

This was just the beginning of a friendship, maybe… nothing more. Nothing more. 

~ Jackie Taylor x Rockstar!Reader Headcanons ~

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Note: Don’t you just love when a fic is meant to be done on a specific day and then it’s late? That’s crazy, I would never do that 👁️👁️ anywayssss…. More Jackie, my sweet angel girl ❤️thanks for the req anon!

Jackie didn’t expect anything from the tiny little bar five minutes from campus

She just wanted to get drunk off vodka crans and dance way too close to random campus strangers

Instead, she found herself staring at you from the bar under the old, clunky stage lights while you masterfully plucked the strings of your guitar

She was lost in your confident glow, apparent in the way you easily swayed to the beat and let your eyes close, taking in every note and lyric as if there wasn’t a full audience packed into the bar like sardines

Jackie wondered how she’d never heard of you before, or seen you at least. You just seemed so… loved. Everyone in that bar was there to see you, screaming your name and cheering, hands towards the sky like you were an angel or a god.

She felt a jealous pang that she wasn’t the first one to notice you, but was instead late to the party

She watched you play from her seat at the bar. Her friends had long abandoned her to dance, and while Jackie would usually happily join, she wouldn’t admit that in the crowd, she wouldn’t be able to see you. So she stayed sat, alone.

When the show was over, she sought you out with a beeline, eyes never leaving you as you shuffled through the packed crowd, all of which were jumping to say hello

It got to a point where you reached Jackie and she didn’t even know what to say, lips flapping but no words coming out

You took mercy on her and pulled her along to the green room backstage

The noise immediately dissipated, but all Jackie could focus on was the feeling of your warm hand in hers

When the door to the green room closed, you flopped onto the couch, exhausted, while Jackie stood there, awkward as a wilting tree

“Uhhh… why did you bring me back here?”

“Sorry, I was getting overwhelmed out there. Figured we could talk back here.”

She screwed up her face. “Talk? We don’t know each other.”

Then you smiled. “Yeah, we do. I’ve seen you on campus. You’re in Mr. Wilkes’ class.”

Then it hit her - holy shit, you and her go to the same college

Oh my god, she could’ve spoken to you at any time *but she didn’t*!

She nearly slapped herself at that moment

“You’re Jackie right?”

She immediately turned pink. “Uh... yeah, yeah.”

You chuckled, leaning back against the couch with a confidence that made Jackie sweat.

“What?” She asked, wiping her palms on her skirt

“You’re just usually so… confident and right now, you’re not is all. It’s weird.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You watch me a lot?”

“Uh, well we have a class together, so sometimes.”

She could’ve slapped herself again.

“Sorry, not trying to be creepy,” you finally apologized.

She let her hands drop and sighed. “No, you’re fine. I just feel like I would’ve recognized you. Kinda feel shitty that I just made myself look like a fool because I don’t know you.”

You lean forward on the couch - “you could get to know me.”

And that’s where it started.

After that, Jackie was tied to your hip.

She’d go hand in hand with you to classes as well as band practice, where she got to meet your closest friends

She’d happily watch from the couch while you practiced, addicted to the joy music gave you

You attempted to teach her how to play guitar at one point, but she got so frustrated that she gave up

“This is too hard!”

“What? Did you think it was gonna be easy?” You teased.

She settles for watching you play.

One of her favorite things is when she comes to your dorm and while she studies, you pluck strings, making songs out of thin air

You named a few songs after her.

You even played her one during your one year anniversary and she cried

She’s such a cheerleader for you, always in the front row

She also makes it very known that she’s your girlfriend every chance she gets!

Anytime someone watches you with the same awe that she does, she leans over and goes, “that’s my girlfriend” with such a pride that it makes the sun jealous

You two look like polar opposites when you go out, a punk rockstar and a popular prep, but somehow it feels like it was always meant to be

Jackie’s always the first to hear new songs, and when an album is finished, she’s the first to give it the okay

Runs up and gives a hug and kiss backstage after every show

Wears your leather jacket when it’s cold, or just when she’s feeling possessive

All in all, there’s not even words to describe how utterly proud she is of you. She sees you accomplishing your dreams, and she knows that she’d go wherever you wanted in life. If Hollywood ever calls your name, she’s going, and who knows… maybe a career in modeling will call to her after all!