Compulsive Actions, Intrusive Thoughts. (Yellowjackets Oneshots)

Puppy love. (Misty Quigley x Fem!Reader)

(The damned generator gave me misty. I love her, but i got no idea how to write her 😭)

(Also, i just realised that Eminence in shadow basically has the same plot as Matilda. "I made a random story up, oh shit, turns out it's true and i didn't even know!")

You and Misty don't really know eachother.

Well, you haven't ever tried to talk or aproach Misty unless it was needed.

She was kind of weird, and not to sound rude, a bit creepy and freaky in your opinion.

The only times you did talk to her was when your friends were busy, when the coaches asked you to find her, or bumping into her and apologizing for not looking.

Not to mention, she smelled kinda weird, but whatever.

You got snapped out of your thoughts by the laughing ginger in front of you.

"Heyyy! What's up dude? Doesn't matter, epic!"

You internally face palmed.

"Yeah, what's up Van? Are you and Taissa doing good?"

"Hm? Oh hell yea- ...What?" She asked nervously.

"I mean, you and Taissa are dating, right?"

"Well, yeah, but how did you find out? I mean, me and Taissa were keeping it a secret.."

"You were trying to hide it?"

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Her eyes widened in mock anger.

"Nothin', forget about it."

"Anyway, coach Martinez said that you needed to find uhm.. Curly, blonde girl, glasses.. Does it even ring a bell?"

"You mean our equipment manager? Misty Quigley?" You replied in amusement.

"Yeah! Yeah! Her! That's her name! I'll remember." She took out a sharpie out of nowhere and wrote down the girl's name down.

"Kay, i'll go find her. I also gotta ask if she wrote the homework for french class."

"Sick! See ya!" She ran away cheerily.

"Totally sick." You muttered under your breath.

You spent a long while trying to find Misty.

Bathroom? Nope.

Classroom? Nope.

Locker room? Nope.

Just as you were about to give up, you looked outside at the football field, only to see Misty gawking at some obviously gay man.

You got out of the school building and walked over to her, firstly waving at her.

You expected her not to recognize you as you didn't speak much to her.

"Oh, hey! Y-you're from the team right? Uhm, yeah! I remember you! D-do you need a-anything?" The girl asked shyly, stuttering a bit while doing so.

"Yeah, so coach Martinez wanted to talk to you for whatever reason..!" You joked a bit, trying to ease the air.

"Really? Thank you for telling me! Buy can i ask something?" She batted her eyelashes curiously.

"Sure, shoot."

"Shoot what- Oh, yeah. Uhm, was that all you needed?" She asked timidly, a bit hopefully.

You raised your eyebrows. "Hm? Oh- Oh, right! Have you written down the french homework? I kind of forgot to during class. You know, it's completely fine if you have but don't want to share it or whatever-" You quickly added before she cut you off.

"Huh? No, no! It's fine! Really! I can show you the homework! I mean, i can't really speak french myself but you know, i can help you if you don't understand some things!"

"Really? Oh, thanks." You replied quietly.

"No problem, i suppose.." She smiled.

(Time skip, like a few weeks.)

Since that, you and Misty have interacted quite a few more times.

She's a nice girl.

It's just that you can't shake the feeling that she's getting a bit attached. A bit infatuated.

You've seen her at places you never usually would.

Like the grocery store near your house, there are closer stores to the school, and you know for a fact her house is not near yours.

You always see her go the opposite way.

Sure, maybe there are things that are store limited to this exact grocery store but she visits regularly.

And it's always when you're doing the shopping.

You've asked your parents if they've seen a curly blonde with glasses and rosy cheeks, and they always said that even if they scavanged the entire store, eyes never met the described figure of the girl.

Chills. Down. Spine.

Doesn't matter, because you've seen her at multiple more places.

Like the grown out playground near your house, more shops, maybe even taking strolls near.

They can all be explained undet circumstances, but it still freaks you out.

It's like she's there everytime you are.

She's like your shadow that follows discreetly.

She's like a lovesick puppy that misses it's owner.

That's exactly what she is.

But you gave it no further attention as there was a game you had to attend.

(After the game.)

You had dominated the match scoring a hat trick in the 78th minute of the match.

The Yellowjackets won the match 5-1.

You sat on the bleachers as the rest went to change into non-sweaty clothes.

You just sat there, in your thoughts until you heard shouting.

"Hey, pussy! You gonna change or what?" Natalie yelled from across the bleachers, a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, coming!" You shouted back. Running down the stairs/chairs.

"Anyway, you're the last one. Make sure no one sneaks in and takes photos, aight?"

"Alright mom." (More like mommy cause GODDAMN 😩)

You made your way to the empty locker room, putting your bag on the bench.

You just then heard the door shut with force as if it was pushed.

Your eyes looked around and found Misty.

You stood frozen as you felt Misty walk around you, sniffing your hair.

"It smells even better than what i had imagined.."

Now you were sure that if she had scissors, she would cut strands of your hair to clone you.

You looked back at her, oh.

She did have scissors.

And you saw her wrapped in the jacket that you lost.

And her wearing the hat you keep in your closet.

And her wearing the bracelet one of your friends gave you.

She giggled when she saw your reaction.

You then felt yourself become dizzy, almost falling if it weren't for the lockers you held onto.

"Oh, shit! Did i add too much!?" She panicked.

Before you blacked out you had one last throught.

'I'm fucked.'