Drop your favorite yjs fics !! (bc I’m too lazy to look for ones myself)
My favorite ships to read about are jackieshauna, mistynat, jackienat, and taivan, but I’d also be down for lottienat, lottielee, mistyjax, and butcherqueen! I prefer fics on the more lighthearted side but I’m open to reading angst too as long as there’s a happy ending. (Smut is A-Ok 👍)
will you do jackienat post wilderness pretty please
word count: 3284
tags: referenced sexual content, mild angst, fluff, happy ending
constellations
The sun has set in Wiskayok but the night is still and mild. Illuminated not by the full punch of the stadium lights but by neighbouring streetlamps and a pale yellow moon, the high school football pitch stands empty as the day the Yellowjackets left it.
It has not been used in two years out of respect for the missing girls, but it has been tended to recently. The grass is mown short and the lines have been renewed with a fresh coat of white paint. Perhaps now that they’ve returned home (some of them, at any rate), the school is hoping to make use of the field again. Let the next generation of girls carve out a different sort of future for themselves here on the pitch. Let their story have a better ending.
Jackie and Nat sit on the empty bleachers looking out at their past. How strange to be back here again; how far away this life and all of its worries seems now. Ball hits net. Crowd goes wild. Simpler times.
“It was meant to be a week,” mutters Jackie. “One week and then back home. We were gonna be champions.”
Nat unscrews her flask and slugs back a long drink of whiskey, cringing as it goes down. It’s rare that she doesn’t have a drink in her hand these days. Rare that she doesn’t have something in her system to take the edge off. Otherwise, the world is all sharp edges and blood-soaked hands. She passes the flask to Jackie.
The two years they spent in the wilderness felt like a lifetime, but back in the real world it’s like no time has passed at all; like nothing has changed. People walk down the street with the same dumb looks on their faces and talk about the same dumb shit. Nat hates them for it.
She hates that they don’t understand the enormity of the trauma she endured. The only person that does is Jackie.
When things turned sour in the wilderness, she and Nat were the only ones that clung to the hope of going home. They were the only ones that fought tooth and nail to climb their way out of hell. They almost died for it. Their friends almost killed them.
“You spoken to Shauna much?” asks Nat.
“No.” Jackie fidgets with a loose thread in her skirt. Jackie and Shauna fought on different sides of the war. Now that it’s over, they’ve struggled to come to terms with where they stand with one another. “Everything’s so messed up, Nat. The only other people that could possibly understand what we went through are the same people I can’t stand to look at. After what they did…”
“We’re all guilty,” says Nat. “Just of different crimes.”
“Are you kidding me? They went fucking crazy out there. If it wasn’t for you, we’d still be stuck there.”
Frustrated, Jackie takes a pack of smokes out of her pocket. She wasn’t much of a smoker before, but she’s taken it up since their return. Nat can’t blame her. The flame of the match illuminates the bags under her sallow eyes. She offers the pack to Nat, who slides one out and lets Jackie light it for her.
When Nat pulls back, she catches Jackie watching her with a familiar expression on her face. She hasn’t seen it since the wilderness. It doesn’t make as much sense in this context.
“What?”
“Aren’t you angry?” Jackie asks softly.
Nat shrugs. “Not so much anymore. Most of the time, I’m just numb.”
“Right.” Jackie gaze falters over Nat’s flask but she says nothing of it. She takes a drag of her cigarette and looks toward the sky, which Nat wishes was not the same sky they slept beneath for two miserable years. But it is. Every last fucking star is the same and she’ll never be able to outrun that. It will never not remind her what she is and what she’s done and how small she is compared to the awful forces she coexists with. Jackie sighs. “Do you think we’ll ever go back to the way things were?”
“I don’t know, Jackie,” says Nat. “I can’t even remember who I was before all this.”
Jackie nods, somber. She rests a hand on Nat’s knee. “For what it’s worth, you’re the best out of all of us. You didn’t let it change you like the rest of us did. Not really.”
“Then why do I feel so different?” Nat’s eyes turn hot with the threat of tears and she clears her throat, sniffs, and keeps smoking her cigarette. But Jackie sees her, just like she saw her out there.
“I don’t think we’ll ever really understand the extent of the damage that place did to us, Nat. It’s molecular. It’s in our DNA.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want it. I don’t want any of it.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be bad,” says Jackie. She tucks Nat’s hair behind her ear, prompting Nat to stiffen imperceptibly. “I mean, most of what happened sucked, but it wasn’t all bad. Was it?”
Nat eyes Jackie. “Come on, Jackie. We only did that stuff ‘cause you wanted to make Shauna jealous.”
“Maybe to begin with,” Jackie admits. “But let’s face it, Nat, we’re all we have left now. Everything else is ruined and nobody else could ever understand. These days, when everything gets hard and I feel like I can’t stand to take another breath, you’re the one I come to.”
The cigarette burns down to the filter in Nat’s fingertips and she stares at it, watching the embers edge closer and closer to her skin. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”
Nat regards Jackie — a frail shell of the girl she used to be. Her heavy eyes are laden with desperation and Nat isn’t sure what for. Validation? Connection? Love? Whatever it is, she’s looking at Nat like she expects it from her. Nat flicks her cigarette between the bleachers.
“I don’t know how much of myself I’ve got left to give,” she mutters, staring at the hand on her leg. It’s been a while since Jackie touched her. The last time was before rescue, when the only solace from their perpetual terror could be found in the grime of their desperate mouths and the warm and wanting space between their thighs. But the terror hasn’t gone, not really. It followed them home. It haunts their dreams just as it haunts their waking life. Maybe a little solace isn’t such a bad thing.
“What’s left of us is who we are now,” Jackie says. “If we don’t accept that, we’ll lose our minds. Jeez, look at me. Don’t you remember how fucking peppy I used to be? I was so naive.”
“I always liked it,” says Nat.
“Really?” Jackie arches a brow. “I don’t think I ever once opened my mouth without you rolling your eyes.”
Nat breathes a laugh. “Yeah, you were kind of annoying, but you were a good captain. You always knew how to rally the troops and whip us into shape.”
“Well, maybe back then, but I lost control of things pretty fast when it really mattered.”
Jackie says this in a lighthearted tone, but an oppressive melancholy weighs upon her downturned lips and slumped shoulders. She is filled with so much regret. They all are, of course, but Nat knows Jackie holds herself to a greater standard. She was supposed to be their leader. She wasn’t supposed to let this happen.
“There was nothing you could do.” Nat slides her hand over Jackie’s and locks their fingers together. “There was nothing anybody could do.”
“I don’t know if that’s true.”
“Jackie—“
“Don’t,” says Jackie. She looks at Nat properly, the way not a lot of people do. “We both know you’re not the reassuring type. We both know that’s not what I want.”
Nat’s almost afraid to ask, but she does anyway. “What do you want?”
It was Jackie that dragged Nat out here in the middle of the night. Her voice in the receiver was staticky and distant when she called, but even before she spoke Nat knew it would be her. Once, they needed each other to survive. Now they just need each other. It’s hard to remember a time when this wasn’t true.
“You’re gonna make me say it?” Jackie scoffs, because she has to hold on to some imitation of the devil-may-care girl she used to be. The flirt. The tease. The rebel. The jock. The centrefold of everybody’s dreams. She can still be that — she has to believe that she can still be that, even if the only person left alive that will indulge her delusions is the trailer park trash she used to look down upon.
Nat weaves a thread of amusement through her words when she says, “Shit, don’t tell me this is a booty call.”
Jackie punches her shoulder and Nat laughs, which only causes Jackie’s simmering scowl to reach a red-faced boil. “This is not a booty call!”
“Then what is it?”
“It — nothing! I just… I wanted to…” When Jackie finally catches on to the bolt of mischief flashing behind Nat’s eyes, she stops her stammering and punches Nat again. “Fuck you, Scatorccio.”
The smile slips from Nat’s face, leaving a quiet pensiveness in its place. “I mean it though. What is it you want? What are we doing, Jackie?”
Throat bobbing, Jackie studies her shoes. “I don’t know. Does it matter?”
“You said that the first time.”
It was the first snow of winter. Jackie and Shauna had a huge falling out and Jackie stormed out of the cabin and resolved to sleep out in the biting cold. If Nat hadn’t stumbled over her on her way home, she’d have frozen to death. She was close already — half-submerged in snow and lips bruise purple.
Nat hauled her inside, screamed at Shauna and the others, and once Jackie had thawed off by the fire for a while, they went upstairs to sleep in the attic. Jackie’s teeth were still chattering so Nat wrapped her arms around her and rubbed her back to keep her warm.
When Jackie kissed her then, Nat wasn’t sure how to react. There was the issue of Travis, and the issue of Shauna, and the issue of Nat and Jackie being Nat and Jackie. Out in the real world, this would never happen. There would be no situation where it ever made sense, but this world was countless degrees of separation from that world. Determinism did not exist here. So why shouldn’t Jackie be kissing her? Why shouldn’t their outer layers end up on a heap beside their bodies and their hands roam freely across the expanse of one another’s skin?
It was only when Jackie’s hands, still shaky from the cold, tugged at the waistband of Nat’s underwear that distant alarm bells started to sound. “Wait,” she breathed, staying Jackie’s hand. “Are you sure? I mean, are you just doing this because you’re upset?”
“So what if I am? What does that matter?” snapped Jackie. “Do you want a written contract with my signed consent or do you want me to fuck you?”
“Jesus, I’m just checking in.”
Jackie rolled her eyes and moved so that she was straddling Nat. She took one of Nat’s hands and placed it on her chest. “Why don’t you stop being a gentleman and take off my bra?”
That night set the tone for many to come. They didn’t only have sex when one of them was upset, but it was always a moment of desperation. They were mad with hunger, wrecked with grief; burning alive with furious rage. Time and time again, they used one another as a means to an end, until this thing between them mutated and took on a strange life of its own.
The last time they had sex was a couple of weeks before rescue. All things considered, the day was fairly uneventful. No hunts, no deaths, no surprise bed-checks orchestrated by the resident tyrant. Nat returned to her hut in the evening after mealtime to find Jackie already waiting for her.
“What’s wrong?” Nat asked, hanging her pelt up on a makeshift hook on the wall. She’d come to expect that if Jackie was here, something was broken that only her body could fix, if only for a while.
“Nothing,” said Jackie, sitting on Nat’s bed of cloth and animal furs. “I just wanted to come see you.”
Nat squinted at her, toeing off her boots and coming to perch beside her. “Why? Something happen?”
“Does something awful always need to happen for me to want to see you?”
“No, but…” But that’s how things were with them. Their relationship was not forged from romance or fondness for the other’s companionship, but from necessity. Nat wasn’t sure how to phrase this without coming across as insensitive, but Jackie apparently could read her mind with ease.
She scoffed. “Whatever.”
When Jackie made as if to get up, Nat stopped her, tugging at her sleeve. “Don’t leave,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think that…”
“Don’t make it weird, Nat,” sighed Jackie. “Maybe I was just horny.”
“Ok,” nodded Nat, relieved. This was a problem she knew how to fix. She spotted the tail end of something else behind Jackie’s weak smile but when she tried to catch it, it wriggled out of her grasp and slipped between her fingers back into the plunge of icy oblivion.
They had sex, of course, and Nat tried to convince herself it was the same as it always was, but it wasn’t. They kissed more than they usually did, and Jackie looked her in the eyes when they touched, which frightened Nat more than she cared to admit. For the first time with Jackie, she felt not just naked but exposed and entirely vulnerable. It was as though Jackie was making a concerted effort to flay each of her layers off one by one until she was nothing but bare bone.
It was the only time since the cabin that Jackie stayed the night. She fell asleep on Nat’s chest and Nat laid awake all night, unable to shake the feeling that something was irreversibly changed.
“You can’t keep avoiding an actual conversation,” says Nat, polishing off the last of her whiskey and tucking the flask into her jacket pocket.
“Fine,” shrugs Jackie. She looks out at the field with a set jaw. “I don’t want to have sex.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I just missed you. I wanted to see you.”
Nat studies Jackie’s profile in silence for a beat. She never much allowed herself to consider Jackie’s beauty before, but she is beautiful. There was a time when she wore her loveliness like a badge of honour, but she carries herself differently now, and it’s as obvious as a limp. Right now, for example, she shies away from Nat’s intent gaze and absently picks at her cuticles. Nat has rarely seen her so nervous.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” asks Nat.
“Because that’s not what we are. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“You’re ashamed,” Nat says, understanding immediately. For all they went through out there, there is still shame to be found in caring for a person like Nat. Go figure.
“What? No, are you stupid?” balks Jackie, facing her at last, and for a second Nat thinks she’s going to punch her again. “It was just… weird. The last time. I got the idea you weren’t interested in anything more. You weren’t exactly subtle.”
“You caught me off guard, that’s all. And honestly, I’d never considered me and you beyond what we were doing.”
“And now? Have you considered it?”
Nat chews the inside of her cheek, contemplating the constellations that, even now, she doesn’t have proper names for. She and Travis made them all up during their hunts because it was handy to have a shorthand when navigating the wilderness. She would like to learn their actual names. Anything to put more distance between herself and that wretched time of her life.
But here is Jackie: a remnant of that time and a stark reminder of all that she went through. Contact with the others is rapidly dwindling in frequency and Nat thinks it’s better that way. The past should stay in the past. And yet the idea of leaving Jackie behind in the dust and the dirt and the horror with the others sounds inconceivable for reasons she can’t articulate. Being around her brings forth so many inexplicable and paradoxical emotions. Sometimes she sees the wilderness in her, clinging to the rough of her eyes and the calluses on her hands, and she wants to run. She wants to drink herself into an early grave and forget.
And then there are times like these, when she looks at Jackie and sees a scared girl wearing her heart on her sleeve, and the urge to take it in her hands and keep it safe forever is so severe that it pulses and burns like a fresh wound. The question Nat can’t stop asking herself is: what if she can’t keep it safe? What if she can’t keep either of them safe anymore?
“I don’t know if I’m any good for you, Jackie,” Nat confesses, shoulders hunched and chin ducked.
Jackie’s hand comes to rest on Nat’s back, right between her shoulder blades. “I’m not asking you to marry me, Natalie. I’m just asking you to give us a chance. Maybe you’re right, and it won’t work without the constant threat of impending doom hanging over our heads, but did you ever think that you could be wrong? Maybe the constant threat of impending doom was what kept us at arm’s length the whole time.”
Nat lifts her head and looks at Jackie. When she does, she sees not the pitch dark of the wilderness but the warm glow of a lit window and the promise of something kind and soft and gentle beyond.
“Jackie.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know anything about constellations?”
Jackie‘s features glitch; she wasn’t expecting that. “Uh, some of them. I got super into astrology for a while and it led me down this rabbit hole of constellations and zodiacs and Greek mythology. Why?”
“Can you teach me?”
Jackie softens. Nat never asks for things like this. In a manner of speaking, and possibly in a way that only Jackie could ever understand, this is her answer. This is her hand outstretched.
“Sure. I’ll teach you.”
They end up lying on their backs in the middle of the pitch, the grass cool and dewy beneath them. Jackie points out the constellations she can remember and butchers every retelling of their associated mythology, digressing at every turn and misremembering major details, but Nat doesn’t think to mind. Unknowingly, Jackie is reacquainting Nat with the sky and reminding her that it doesn’t have to be so lonely to look up.
What once was an infinite monument to her small place in a dangerous world becomes, in Jackie’s easy company, just a sky. A smattering of stars, a milky moon; a sign that the Earth will keep turning and the sun will rise again as it has always done.
Nat goes back to Jackie’s. They don’t have sex. Instead, they fall asleep in one another’s arms as dawn streaks thick brushstrokes of light blue and pale pink across the horizon. It’s the easiest night of sleep Nat has known since rescue, and the first time she dreams not of the past, but of the future.
This is based off of a jackienat college au fic. It’s one of my favorites and everyone should read it or i will hunt you down. I have more drawings for this but I have a very busy schedule, so it might be awhile.
'nat loves jackie enough to give jackie the choice to leave' OH MY GOD
especially after her growing up knowing exactly what it is to be trapped in an abusive relationship- either physically/financially (as a teen who cant leave home legally) or emotionally (the way her mum loves her dad so much even though he treats her so badly).
So, for your consideration:
Nat (unintentionally) hurting Jackie in some way- maybe she makes a comment about Jackie always having it easy at home (even though she knows it isnt really true) or gets frustrated with her and snaps at her or something else that isn't like really bad or anything but still, Jackie's upset and Shauna seizes on it as a way to show Jackie that Nat really is bad for her.
Except it sort of backfires bc when Shauna encourages Jackie to sleep away from Nat/not join her to hunt/whatever, Nat is like 'That's fine, have as much space as you need' and is just so damn validating- she apologises sincerely and then backs off and Jackie can't get over how easy it is to be mad at Nat- she's not arguing or pushing for forgiveness or avoiding her or anything at all- and she quickly stops being mad at all.
And even when Shauna tries to prod Natalie a bit- perhaps by proxy, making Melissa ask Nat if she doesn't think Jackie was overreacting bc what Nat said wasn't THAT bad, Natalie just sort of shrugs like 'She can be upset, I'm not gonna tell her she can't be mad at me.'
Like Natalie just being so frustratingly accepting and calm that Shauna ends up wanting to hit her just to get a reaction from her.
hope you don’t mind i wrote a little fic for this one
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“What the fuck would you know about that? You had everything back home!”
The words slip out, harsh and fierce before Nat can stop them. She doesn’t mean them - not really. She doesn’t mean to make Jackie’s chin waver, or her hazel eyes grow so wide she looks like a deer before the gun fires. And she especially doesn’t mean to be the reason for the tears that fill them or the way Jackie has to stare to keep from crying.
But she is.
And fuck, it could kill her.
“Jackie…”
The sound is raspy and low. It’s softer than ever as Nat takes a remorseful step forward, all remnants of whatever ridiculous thing they’d been fighting about quickly forgotten. It doesn’t matter now. She just needs to show her she’s sorry - that she knows it was a stupid, messed up, incorrect thing to say.
But Jackie backs away.
She folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head. All Nat can do is stand there, feeling dumb as ever, as she retracts her tentative hand.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says, her lips tugging every which way. “I swear, I didn’t.”
But Jackie still won’t respond. She tightens her arms around herself and tries harder to bite back her tears. It’s the same expression she’d worn when she was finally lucid enough to speak after being brought back in from the cold that night. That restrained hurt she’d been so desperate to keep to herself when she confessed alone to Natalie about the fight and how they’d kicked her out.
She turns and walks away with her head down and arms still folded. It makes Nat want to crumble or yell - she isn’t sure. But she figures even if she knew, it wouldn’t matter. All she can do now is stand, watching, as Jackie goes right back to Shauna.
—
Nat’s sitting in front of their hut, cleaning the rifle with an old rag when Jackie finds her again. Nat holds her breath and looks up at her, trying to search her for signs in Jackie’s expression before she speaks.
Normally, her tells are obvious.
Jackie’s smile never reaches her eyes when it’s fake and if her pep talks are filled with false confidence, her voice will have the smallest flat affect. If she’s angry but trying not to show it, her brow is slightly lowered. And if she has no idea what’s going on but is desperately trying to fake it, she just looks like herself.
For once, Jackie’s impossible to read.
“Hey, what’s-”
“I can’t stay here tonight.”
Jackie’s words are shaky, like she isn’t quite sure of them. She has to sit in the statement for a moment before nodding her head decisively. Nat can’t tell who the gesture is supposed to be for.
“I just- I need space.”
“Oh.”
Nat sets the rifle down. She glances past Jackie and notices Shauna standing outside her own hut. Her arms are crossed and her expression is tight. She’s wearing the slightest sneer - as if to mock Nat from afar. To flaunt in her face once in for all - I’ve got her now. She’s mine.
The thought of it makes something simmer in Nat’s gut.
She’s not something to own.
But Nat keeps quiet. She looks back at Jackie instead and does her best to muster a small smile.
“Yeah, um, that’s cool. I get it.”
Jackie falters. She opens her mouth to speak but comes up blank, which only seems to frustrate her further. Clearly, she’d expected some sort of push back.
“You’re not like… we’ve been together almost every night since…” Jackie won’t say it, but Nat knows what she means. “You don’t…?”
“I’m not in charge of you, Jack,” Nat responds. She chuckles softly and does her best to focus on Jackie - not the seething ball of fire behind her. “You can have time away if that’s what you need.”
Jackie swallows. She considers for a moment before nodding once more.
“O- okay,” she says. “Thank you.”
—
Jackie lays flat on her back, wide awake as she stares up at the makeshift ceiling.
Shauna’s arms are wrapped around her - they always are if they find themselves together now. But for as familiar as it is, Jackie can’t get herself to relax.
It’s just Shauna, she thinks, mentally kicking herself for being so withholding. It’s the person who always used to hold her like this - who would stay up past midnight on the phone with her, whispering so she wouldn’t get caught using the landline in the kitchen. It’s her best friend. Was her best friend.
Jackie shifts, sighing as she looks at the arm around her.
Shauna’s hold is tight now. Restrictive.
It makes Jackie open her mouth every time she needs more air - biting at the sky like she can’t get enough oxygen without physically devouring it. It all makes her think about the sharpness in Shauna’s tongue and the ferocity that’s been in every word since that fight in the cabin.
She’d tried to hide it for a while. She’d kept it under wraps as Jackie recovered - her apology replaced with mundane acts of service she figured Jackie would appreciate. And for the first few weeks, Jackie could tell herself that was enough. Shauna was still something like her friend, even if Nat was warmer. And she was familiar, even if Nat’s unknown kindness was something Jackie kept gravitating towards. She wasn’t truly bad.
Jackie clung to the narrative with all she had until summer came and with it, Shauna’s unbridled anger.
As Jackie lays beneath it now, she can feel it radiating into her skin like some kind of toxin. It makes her think back to Natalie and their fight from before - how quickly she was to let Jackie leave the same way Shauna did, and how she never fought back when Jackie walked away.
I’m not in charge of you.
You can have time away.
Jackie scoffs. Does Nat really have to be in charge to show that she cares? Does there have to be some sort of fucked up power dynamic for her to give a shit over her girlfriend leaving?
Jackie wants to believe it. She wants to cling to the voice in her head telling her that Nat doesn’t give a shit - that she’d be fine to see her walk out and never return. But the further Jackie spirals, the more she knows it isn’t true.
Because she did walk away once.
She walked away and when Shauna didn’t care, Nat did. She told her I’m sorry so many times Jackie lost count, even though it was never her fault. She stayed for weeks while Jackie recovered - when she picked fights because it was all she could do, stuck in that ratty old bed, and never let herself stoop to that level. Even when Jackie tried to push her away, she wouldn’t let herself become cruel.
More than that, she never let herself stop caring.
As Jackie gives Shauna one last glance, it hits her.
Shauna let her leave because she hated her. Nat gave her a choice because she loved her.
And when the goggles are removed - Jackie can’t believe she ever got the two confused.
i agree sm with your point about the tragedy of jackieshauna being them loving each other so much but that shauna could never love jackie the way jackie so needed. jackie would never be able to whole-heartedly love the person shauna eventually becomes bc of her own values. it is doomed yuri regardless of whether or not jackie passes and it's so crushing to know -- like jackieshauna's tragedy is part of what fuels my love for jackienat because at the end of the day, it's what each other deserves if they sort out their issues based on pure insecurities. ella purnell mentioned she believed jackie would have only forgiven shauna post-betrayal but only in their adult years too, whereas we see nat being the one person to put so much respect to jackie's bones and leadership role even though she had the most reason out of anyone to hate her. i think jackienat falls together naturally if given enough time no matter what. whereas unfortunately i think when given enough time, jackieshauna falls apart.
I agree so much with this. I sometimes take breaks from writing JackieShauna because it does seem that they just can’t fit, even in my fic I only see them being together at the cost and sacrifice of so much and so many people, they are doomed either way. Canon Jackie would never be okay with who Shauna become out there, that’s also the reason while it’s being so hard to write them, because even -if- they could solve the emotional barriers, the whole cannibalism and Hunt thing would never be accepted by Jackie, especially a adult one that survived in her own like mine.
While JackieNat falls naturally, when I write them, even in conflict, it’s fixable, I do believe that if they had time and space to be, they would eventually come together. Both of them are naturally good and kind people, if Jackie was alive in season 2 and 3 she would have supported Nat and be repulse by Shauna. They could have give what the other needed, both of them needed care, support and acceptance, Jackie could have had her personhood - something that was denied by everyone but Nat- and Nat could have had overcome her problems if she had support - something we see Jackie doing multiples times for others character. All of this to say that, while I love JackieShauna, I found that JackieNat would have been beneficial to both and beautiful to watch.
Thank you @mauevelemons I love when people interact with me, it’s really lovely and almost painfully to write long fics - what I am doing - especially when it is Yellowjackets, when there is so much. ❤️
