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The Yellowjackets Girls Varsity Soccer team never made it to Nationals. Years later, Shauna’s carefully built life is shaken when she meets Callie’s new preschool teacher… and recognizes a face she thought she’d left buried in the past.
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“I want to have sex—with Jeff,” she interrupted.
Of course. Of fucking course. This wasn’t about me. This was about her. About Jeff. About Jackie Jackie Jackie.
Always.
This is Jackie’s world and we’re lucky to be living in-
“And I want to practice… with you… before him.”
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Jackie let out a slow breath. “You really like her, huh?”
She didn’t. Shauna barely even tolerated Melissa’s company. But, still, she asked, “What if I do?”or
Shauna tries to use Melissa to make Jackie jealous. Her plan works until it backfires.
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Whats left of me; a shell of who I used to be. by writ3rsBlocks
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
05 Aug 2025
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"Lottie already promised that she'd take care of you on the plane ride back, Shipman." Jackie teased, but her eyes held a small glint that sent chills down Shauna's spine. "Just on the plane ride back though. Once I'm home, you're mine again."
Shauna rolled her eyes, ignoring the sudden burn against her cheeks, hoping Jackie would mistake it for literally anything else. "You're ever awaiting slave."
The 'Like always' buried itself in Shauna's throat, hiding in Jeff's car like the rest of her secrets.
"Oh hush, Shipman." Jackie lips curled into a lazy smile, one that Shauna loved to see. "You know you love taking care of me."
That she did.
Shauna spared a glance at her arm, her smile softening just a bit like it always did for Jackie. Her hand clasped over the heart chained necklace that Jackie had given her. "I'll call you as soon as I get home."
"I'll be waiting." Jackie spoke, softly.
Neither of them knew that those few days would turn into 19 months.
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Red, orange, yellow. Chattering. Muttering. Whispering. Across this endless darkness, a bonfire. People around it. People? Animals. Animals? People. People that look like animals – animals that look like people. Nat’s soul tilts its head. Squints its eyes. Her whole, not anymore existing body feels like a phantom limb. It’s not there. Still, she feels it. It tickles. Or is it a itch? Still, she feels it. Across this endless darkness, people she knows. Covered in fur. Covered in skin. Covered in hair. Above one, antlers. Antlers? Antlers. She feels drawn towards them. She steps closer, needs to take a better look.
She falls into a pit of darkness and cracks her own neck.or:
There, where the wild things are: a journey through love not being enough.
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