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//ooc; hi yall - first thing's first, i got swamped unexpectedly with work and stuff so ive been quiet lately
secondly, im so deeply engrossed in the plot of this season it's actually blocking all my muse really hard because I don't want to write more before I know how this season ends fjklfsdkjl
counterintuitive i know but we're getting SO much crazy information that I'm having trouble parceling it out into selective threads week to week since so much keeps changing every 7 days
That said i DEF wanna keep writing here and i'm not dropping anything ongoing (unless you've lost interest) but i really won't get my ass back in gear til the finale drops I think, if i'm being honest
//ooc; gonna try to get back here soon -- had an insanely busy week last week and had to redirect my writing energies elsewhere
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//ooc; i did not think the jackieshauna art i posted would take off but sjdklfsdjk RIP my notifs, if i miss any replies in the next day or so feel free to poke me
closed starter for @rabbitbled set in the s3 springtime in a jackie lives AU
The worst part of all this is, now even if Jackie wanted to help, she couldn't.
Well, she could. Probably, if she wanted it that badly. But there's still a part of her that's frozen in place, left with the snow that had turned to slush a week or two ago. She's lost track of the days out here, but the others say it's springtime. They don't really say it to her, but they say it.
Ever since Lottie had dragged her in from the snow for some unseen purpose, Jackie has been trying to understand her place in all of this. She wasn't good, or strong, or brave like the others. And while her deadened nerves and blackened skin were recovering from severe third degree frostbite -- thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Quigley -- there isn't much she can do to really help with the chores and the reorganization of everything after the cabin fire.
They have her hanging the wash on the line to dry. Simple enough task to do with hands that can barely tie her shoelaces anymore. Actually, Jackie's not sure whose shoelaces these started as...
She notices Shauna approach, but says nothing, trying to build up words like walls in her mind to defend from criticism of her laundry skills -- or lack thereof.
"I don't even know where you end and I begin."
In honor of Yellowjackets Season 3 and the evolution from heart necklaces to slap bracelets, I wanted to finally get this Season 2 inspired JackieShauna art out of my head. Really happy with how it turned out -- in homage to Gustav Klimt's "The Kiss"!
Nat sits up, ramrod straight, and looks around a cabin full of dust and dank, sleeping bags and blankets and a cot and all of it, just like it had never come crashing down on its flaming timbers.
Everything's a mishmash in her mind, a pastiche of everything she's ever known or felt, every goal missed, or uncompleted, or abandoned is sunk into the mire of thoughts she feels as she slowly drags herself to her feet, feeling weighted and like it takes no effort somehow in equal measure.
"What d'you mean, how'd it end, nothing is over, Jackie." She says tone all accusation and disbelief. "I buried you - your fucking bones, after we..."
Life after all of that feels like a dream now - college, multiple tailspins, careers, lovers, Travis, Kevyn, Misty Fucking Quigley. "That bitch," she spits out like venom. Less a dream, more of a nightmare for the sake of honesty - and its like she's stuck in another one now, just waiting to wake up. "Naw, no, fuck you." Nat shakes her head. "No way- this isn't it - I'm just... bugging out or something, this is a dream or uh-a near death experience or something. I'm not supposed to be here."
"After you... licked them clean?"
News travels slowly in this realm but Jackie's picked up pieces here and there. Mostly from the survivors themselves, though... you can't survive forever, right?
There isn't any malice in her question, but there's a Cheshire grin of amusement. It's not often she gets to welcome someone into this world and it's not really worth the welcome besides. But it's inevitable -- might as well make it interesting, huh?
"Which bitch? We know quite a few of them," she says, thinking better of reaching out a hand to calm Natalie's terror. By the sounds of it, Nat wasn't ready. People rarely are, though Jackie herself had kind of come to expect it, hope for it. She'd been dying a slow death long before the frost took her the rest of the way there.
"Nat... we're all going to end up here eventually. I think you all know that by now. But if this really is just a bad trip or something, you'll be fine when they kickstart your heart. But, for what it's worth, it is nice to see you. In that sort of fucked up 'I wish it didn't have to be like this but them's the breaks' sort of way."
It wasn't often that she felt like she needed to rely on her parents to pick her up after practice - usually Lottie would catch a ride with any of the other girls and ask to be dropped off by their parents. It's how she was able to get so close to well, only Laura Lee at this point. But her mother and father had reassured her that they would swing by the school after practice. So she'd told Laura Lee and her mom that it was okay.
And now here she sits, leg shaking, wondering if maybe he's just late. Or if he forgot. She considers, for a brief moment, walking inside the school and asking to borrow the secretary's phone - but that makes warmth flush up her neck in embarrassment.
Across the way she sees Shauna and Jackie (Jackie and Shauna, always a pair, always glued together; Lottie's heart aches in jealousy and want — wouldn't it be nice if she had that?) and before she can convince herself not to, she's up and walking over. Her bag weighs heavily on her shoulder, and she slings across to the other, trying not to drop it or clench at the hands too hard.
"Hey, uhm." She clears her throat, trying to get Shauna's attention. "Sorry, I—" Lottie had heard the last little bit. They had plans, because. Well. Of course. Why wouldn't they? She swallows, grimaces, doesn't want to be a burden - doesn't want to intrude. But.. it's this or walk. And walking will probably still happen, even with asking. "I don't think my dad's coming. Could I.. get a ride home?"
Dropping the hatch with a satisfying clunk, she turns back to her conversation with Jackie, and the dig at Randy makes her crack up and shake her had back and forth for a second.
In the next moment, though, Shauna also catches Tai's look as she passes through the school parking lot, which makes her feel a little bad - she really had been tuned out at practice today, Jackie's fellow forward always takes the game so seriously sometimes. Shauna gets it, more or less - it's just not that deep for her; winning is nice, and she definitely plays to win, but sometimes other things are more exciting - Jackie's okay to hanging out after the movie, for instance. If she squints, it's almost like it's not just a movie with a friend.
Shauna's sullen face works it's way back into good humor and she starts making her way towards the driver's side door.
"Yeah," she says - what they'd grab she doesn't know right away, but she's sure Jackie'll pick it. "Yeah! that'll be good. If we don't load up on junior mints."
When the door creaks open she almost misses the voice behind her, stopping herself halfway into the car before she realizes somebody's saying something to her. Stepping back out she turns to find Lotttie, head tilting.
"Uhm." Shauna locks up for a second. Lottie looks so sullen, and like, of course she can have a ride; Shauna's not heartless - but at the same time…
"Jackie?" She asks, almost reflexively, staring at her friend across the roof of the Festiva with a questioning expression. She's never had a problem with Lottie really, but she's also realizing in this moment outside of soccer stuff that she's never really had anything with Lottie, except a couple classes maybe.
@feminaferitas @violenthungers
"As long as it's Junior Mints and not Red Hots. After Mari threw up After Shock at that one party, I still can't manage the smell of cinnamon without gagging a little."
It's amazing how someone so tall can sneak up so quietly. Jackie doesn't dislike Lottie (though she does dislike the way Coach Martinez compares the captain's footwork finesse to Bambi-legs over there). They've both got a reputation as the rich girls on the team -- but Lottie's like, rich rich. With a maid and, for better or worse, parents who don't seem to be breathing down her neck constantly. Jackie tightens her grip on the passenger side door but pauses.
It's Shauna's car. New (conceptually, at least) and exciting, of course. But it's her and Jackie's night. It's their plans. Lottie probably doesn't even want to watch the movie, which almost makes Jackie want to watch it more. Randy Walsh pee conversation notwithstanding.
But the initial wave of protectiveness -- just protectiveness, nothing more -- subsides. Lottie's a teammate, and she's hosted parties at her place before. Opened her home. So really, it's only fair of Shauna to open the doors of the Fiesta to her, right? And Jackie is nothing if not a magnanimous captain.
"Okay, sure. Yeah. I mean, it's your car, Shipman," she concedes. It's not like this is their new carpool. Jackie swings herself into the shotgun seat, claiming her space. "If we miss the movie... I guess we can find something else to do tonight?"
closed starter for @forgottensurvivor from adult shauna, set in Wiskayok after the bathroom incident at the restaurant
Shauna would be absolutely fucked if she took cheese shopping advice from psycho Misty Quigley. But, considering how badly she'd offended those insipid little hotel barons and now Jeff was upset and likely to lose a substantial source of potential income... she'd say she was already pretty fucked.
It felt good to watch Joel squirm, though.
Still, she's had to swallow worse things than her pride before, even if she's sure Jeff would agree with her that those two guys were total boners. Shauna couldn't help leaping into the fray when she saw the way they were preparing to batter her husband's ego around just a little more to make him beg for the privilege of furnishing their stupid "experience". So now she's here, buying fancy cheeses they'll probably waste or pair with stupid crackers or compare to caviar or something like weird rich men do.
Shauna gets in her car after spending an amount of money she'd rather not think about -- but if it's in the name of Jeff getting a deal, she'd have to survive it. But before she turns on the ignition, she gets this strange sense she's being watched. She checks the backseat, thinking of that one in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark before wondering whether she should get out or just go. She's exhausted by this strange feeling that's been following her since Natalie's memorial and feeling just punchy enough to confront it -- even if it's all in her head.
"Is there someone fucking with me? Is that what this is?" She calls as she steps out of the minivan, one hand curled around her keys as she circles the car. It would be naive to say that whatever is going on ends here, but for her part, she won't let it go on any further. "What do you want?"
The aftermath of Camp Green Pine is not a pretty one. Nothing sacred of whole about letting the past rear it's ugly head once more, shaping into something formed by the psychosis of a teammate who is clearly struggling. And yet, still, the memory of the queen card in her hands has makes her fingers shake -- but she refuses to fucking call herself scared in any sense of the word.
She has real shit to worry about. A husband and a daughter, for fuck's sake.
A daughter who, really, should be way more damaged thanks to her own influence -- but is somehow.. normal? Ish? Shauna rolls her eyes at herself, and starts to move to go upstairs to raid said daughter's bedroom for contraband when there's a knock.
Another roll of her eyes and she practically stomps like a petulant 40-something year old child towards it -- and nearly shuts it in the face of who's behind it.
Her fingers curl at the door, gripping tightly until the tips of her fingers ache with the effort of keeping it together.
"Jackie." At first she doesn't notice the coffee, intensely focused on the sight of her eyes, too expressive, too open, too fucking easy to take the wrong step and fall into all over again. There isn't another word, but she steps forward, and closes the door behind her.
It's then she notices the cups, and starts to reach, but stops. "We'll walk around back."
Jackie straightens and steels herself for what would be a well-deserved door slamming in her face, but she watches the wave of anger crest in Shauna's eyes, rolling into something like resignation.
It's not a no, at least.
She isn't expecting Shauna to step forward, out of the house, though. Her friend had always had a few inches on her, but looking up at Shauna and silently weighing words that sounded like excuses, apologies, and her own righteous anger made Jackie feel even smaller than usual. She wonders (and worries) if Jeff or Callie are home... especially after all of that business. Shauna isn't wrong to be upset, but she knew what she was getting into.
What scares Jackie is how easy it was to slip back into the wilderness after they'd all spent so long keeping it at bay. She was never its favorite anyhow.
"Shauna," she replies simply. "I, uh... sure. Sorry, if this is a bad time, I can come back." Still, Jackie uses her pained hand to twist a coffee cup for Shauna out of its cardboard cradle. She won't drop it, even if she's shaking somewhat with the effort and terror of it all. "Or I can just... go."
//ooc; friendly reminder that jackie is probably my most active muse and i do canon, divergent survival AUs, adult timeline, ghost jackie, hallucination jackie, whatever you want nothing is sacred except her big beautiful eyes
YELLOWJACKETS 105. Blood Hive ➙ 303. Them's The Brakes
That drive back to Wiskayok had been painfully awkward, but they had survived, and so far, neither Jeff nor Callie brought up anything that had transpired in the woods that night. The cops left them alone, and frankly Shauna was stunned that it had all been resolved so easily. For a few days after they'd returned, she kept expecting to wake up to detectives at her front door to reopen the case based off whatever batshit story that the others might have come up with.
But nothing. It was perfectly boring.
Shauna came to that realization, staring at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom she'd used for the last twenty years, wondering what the fuck it was all supposed to mean. Natalie was dead. Lottie was in a psych ward. She honestly wasn't sure what the fuck Tai and Van were doing, and Misty was Misty.
It was like something had broken inside of her, like lighter fluid leaking to fill every hidden crack in her mask. One wrong move and everything will go up in flames. Again.
So Shauna spent too much money at the store and has seemingly covered every inch of empty counter space with the spread of a lifetime. Fresh fruit and sliced cheeses, a baker's dozen of glazed donuts in a classic pink box sitting right beside it. An apron is tied around her waist, and there's a streak of flour smudged on her cheek as she tries to flip strips of bacon sizzling away in a pan while trying to scoop the batter into the waffle iron.
Callie's voice tears her attention away as she is trying to pour a glass of milk, and she beams at her daughter. "Oh, hi honey!" Her voice is pitched half an octave higher as she sweeps a loose piece of hair away from her face. "Breakfast!" she chirps, waving a hand at the kitchen island, laden with enough food to feed a football team. The smell of something burning makes her spin around and she rushes to turn off the device.
"Fuck! I mean... fudge," Shauna corrects herself awkwardly, before pasting on a plastic smile for her daughter. She tips the very dark but not burnt waffle onto a plate and dusts it with powdered sugar before holding it out for Callie to take. "Your favorite!"
Callie's eyes slowly sweep the kitchen, taking in the sight of enough food to feed a football team... or, would that be soccer, in her mom's case? This was like... she does know she only has one daughter and husband to feed, right?
"Riiight, breakfast." And lunch and dinner and leftovers and a brown paper bag for school tomorrow and a bunch of wasted food besides. Of all the ways Callie could imagine her mother deflecting, an excess of breakfast was not even close to one of her guesses.
It almost makes her wonder, fear, and somewhat hope that her mom's fucked up friends would be coming over to help -- if they were that hungry after everything else.
Still, Callie takes the plate that's handed to her and raises her eyebrows with skepticism and amusement. It's freaky, watching her go all... what was that old movie with the robot women? Not Desperate Housewives... ah, whatever. She sits down at the kitchen island and grabs some fruit to put on the waffle, mostly because it's kind of sad that her mom went through all this trouble. And, like, there are worse things to eat for breakfast, Callie supposes.
"Mom, who's... supposed to be eating all of this? You're not... were we expecting company?"
//ooc; oh i just bought a 45 pack of slap bracelets oh it is so serious
Shauna's been thinking all, pretty much all week, about where to go after today. From the day she turned sixteen she'd been saving money, and then there was the added purgatory of having to wait until she was legal to take it out without her mom jabbering at her in the passenger's seat. But the day is here, and it's been murder focusing on class, or anything really. Even running drills she's been getting mean-mugged by Tai and Nat, missing passes and step-overs because who cares? She's got a car and a license, and also who cares if it's Wednesday, they're going to sneak into the Asbury Pines and watch that movie where Kevin Costner is a fish man.
Later on in the Parking Lot after practice, she's opening the back when she shakes her head. "Randy Walsh said he drinks his own pee, so I don't have high hopes." Shouldering her gym bag to put it in the wayback before she grabs Jackie's to do the same, Shauna turns, remembering something. "Oh, Mom's working over tonight, so I don't have curfew really, if you want to, you know, hang at your place after."
Jackie's parents were probably going to get her a car for graduation, meaning she'd actually have to get a license, even if she had Shauna and Jeff to give her rides in the meantime. Plus, if the girls were both going to Rutgers together, she'd continue to ride shotgun in the Ship-mobile and chip in for gas or something.
But Jackie can see how excited Shauna is about it -- it's no secret she doesn't love having to slum it in Jeff's backseat, but... whatever. Needs must, and all that.
She's standing by as Shauna lovingly loads their bags into her adorable little Ford and Jackie's sort of half listening, thinking about Kevin Costner and how she's totally going to be watching her best friend's reactions for most of the movie anyways. That made it more fun. "Jesus Christ, Shipman," the girl laughs with a toss of her ponytail. "I thought you were talking about Randy there for a sec. Like, I knew he was dire, but... Whatever. I'm not really watching for the plot."
Jackie watches the rest of the team file off after practice, catching a look from Tai that she returns with a shrug. Misty is clinging to Coach Ben to talk... logistics or schematics or something, and she spies Lottie and a few others waiting for their rides. She turns her focus back on Shauna. "Ooh, flying solo for the night! Yeah, yeah, we can crash at mine. I told Jeff to stay busy tonight, and I think my mom's got a Bunco game to go to anyhow, so she won't be back until after dinner. We can pick something up on the way home?"
@feminaferitas asked: ❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜ (ghost jackie ghost nat?)
Something makes her screw her eyes shut, jump nearly out of her skin - The way the smoke catches in her throat? Mad Dog 20/20 down the wrong pipe? She can't tell, but she winces, her eyes screw shut and she can't breathe. Airplane. Lottie Matthews. Travis Martinez's little brother. Misty?
Don't you like, go to the Olympics or whatever tomorrow?
But when she opens them, it's not Wiskayok, there's no plane. It's nothing. It's nowhere. She can't breathe and there's nobody there to help her. Lost in the woods and she can't feel anything but a vice on her heart.
Then, like a freight train, it all hits her. Ah, she thinks. Narcan.
But then she's on the floor, huddled under blankets, and somebody's nudging at her back with their foot. She smells those damned woods again. Hears them. She groans, looking up at somebody who can't be there. "How?"
Frozen. That's all she's been this whole time -- body and soul. Time and place. Frozen solid, stuck.
Life always moves on, but death is what stays the same, more or less. It's rarely interesting, this fragile state of existence. Dead is dead, and as much as Jackie would like to believe she's had plenty of time to grow and reflect, this plane (not the kind that crashes, but the kind that just is) freezes everything. A minute is a blink is a year is a lifetime. None of it matters, because she's dead, dead, dead.
But that doesn't mean things don't change here. Death gets them all eventually, doesn't it?
"Those girls are going to need someone to guide them."
Jackie Taylor, psychopomp extraordinaire. She smiles down at Natalie with bitter rue creeping across her lips. "I could be asking you the same question, Nat. I'd say you shouldn't be here, but... I think this is where we'll all end up eventually." She pauses, morbid being the only type of curiosity she can have these days.
"How'd it end?"
like mother like daughter
