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Shauna watches Jackie slowly, habitually, and very annoyingly turn into her.
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13 Oct 2025
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Jeff wants a lap dance for his birthday. Jackie wants Shauna’s help practicing. Shauna wants this night to last forever.
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30 Sep 2025
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https://twitter.com/jackietaylorluv/status/1968769230804824249
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drunk walk home by cuckooclocktopus, lesbianjackies (dykegore)
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
06 Oct 2025
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Shauna grabs her by the shoulders and pins her to the wall, forearm pressed tightly against her throat. “Keep Jackie’s name out of your whiny fucking mouth, Ibarra,” Shauna seethes, not seeing Mari so much as a ball of fire, a Mari-shaped glowing orb labeled “OPPONENT.” She digs her arm in deeper, going in for the kill. “You’re going to stop fucking pushing me, Mari, or you’re gonna find out what can happen when I’m pushed.”
Mari wheezes, eyes bulging, too-short nails clawing pathetically at Shauna’s skin. Shauna loosens her hold and Mari takes a gasping breath, looking at Shauna with something that… doesn’t quite seem like fear.
Shauna frowns, slight confusion disorienting her for a moment before she regains control. “Do you understand?” she asks.
Mari doesn’t respond, breathing heavily, eyes darting rapidly between different areas of Shauna’s face.
“Hello? Mari?” Shauna waves her hand in front of Mari’s nose. Mari barely blinks. “Okay, genuinely, what the actual — ”
Shauna’s expletive is cut short by Mari’s mouth crashing right into hers.
Oh. Okay.
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or: basically the ShaunaHat makeout but if it happened with MariShauna pre-crash instead. and then the fallout of that.
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24 Sep 2025
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She almost has it. Just past Mari and then onto her feet and Coach will never be able to catch her.
Mari grabs Shauna’s injured wrist and twists. Pain explodes across Shauna’s arm and a yelp scrapes itself from her throat as she falls on top of Mari.
By the time the pain fades enough for Shauna to remember to move, there’s a noose around her neck, pulled taut. Mari lies underneath her with wide-eyes and shallow cuts sliced across her cheeks. Her clothes are caked with dirt and ragged and her hand rests overtop of the bone of Shauna’s wrist, like she’s preparing herself to twist again.
“Holy shit Shauna,” she says, out of breath, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The pit makes a bad day worse for Shauna. Or maybe that’s just Mari. (canon compliant up until the end of 3x2)
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23 Sep 2025
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Here’s what an average day in the afterlife looks like for you. Shuffle aimlessly down an abandoned street. Moan and groan. Fall into a pack and hunt. Eat your fill. Then back to moaning and groaning. Rinse and repeat.
Look, it’s not as bad as it sounds. Apart from the whole “constant hunger for living flesh” thing, you mean. That part kind of sucks. But honestly, it could be a lot worse...
Tomorrow, you’ll do it all over again, and again the day after that, and on and on until there’s nothing left of you but a pile of bones.
It’ll be just one more fantastic day in the afterlife of a Dead girl.
An unconventional love story after the end of the world, with guts, brains, and a whole lot of heart.
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09 Sep 2025