Zosia breathes like a regular human. Each breath is unique. Some heavier, some lighter. Stuttering on occasion. Ebbing and flowing with none of the mechanical efficiency They tend to operate with.
Carol lies with her back to her, counting each exhale and chronicling each sign of individuality. Zosia's breathing starts to slow. If she were a human, Carol would swear she had fallen asleep.
Can They sleep? Do They ever just… turn off? Surely They don't all sleep at once. It wouldn't make sense for the whole world to run on American daylight hours. Is Zosia dreaming of the daily life of people in Australia? Do those people feel Carol's blanket on Zosia's back?
They know everything about her and Helen. Once, just once, she wants something for herself. They have the planet; the world doesn't need her heart too.
When Zosia is asleep like this and out of sight, Carol can almost pretend the last two months have been nothing but a bad dream. She'll roll over and see Helen right where she's meant to be instead of buried six feet in the dirt. Two people, side by side. But she knows better than that. There's only one person in this bed. Or seven billion, depending how you look at it. Both feel equally isolating.
Carol turns and stares at Zosia's supposedly sleeping form. There are only a few inches between them. The scar on her back is bright red, and the sight of it sends a pang of guilt through Carol's chest.
Zosia's fingers flex. A subconscious sleepy movement, or just her body reacting to somebody else's actions?
Carol reaches out and grabs them with her own. Zosia's skin is warm and soft, and just that brief touch is enough to make Carol's eyes start to water again.
She blinks back the tears. She can't be this weak. Every single person left on the planet has seen every part of her, but giving Them this feels worse, somehow — like she's ripping out her heart and letting the blood drip into Their fucking milk cartons.
But, fuck, she's so tired. And cold. Cold like she hasn't been since that stupid ice hotel.
All she has to do is reach out. It feels like waving a white flag.
Or, maybe, it's a chance. A gamble.
Zosia is the only other person in the house. She's asleep. She wouldn't even know. And if she won't know, maybe They won't, either.
Shakily, Carol wraps an arm around Zosia's waist. She's warm like a human being and she sleeps like a human being and she shifts into Carol's hesitant embrace like a human being.
It feels like giving up. It feels like coming home.
Carol presses her face into Zosia's shoulder. She even smells like a human being.
Zosia sighs in her sleep. Soft. Almost imperceptible. And Carol breaks. She tucks a leg over Zosia's and holds her close and tight. Mumbling nonsensical pleas into her hair, quietly as not to wake her, she lets the tears sink into Helen's pillow and for a moment exists, unguarded, with the mirage of real company for the first time in sixty goddamn days.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Misty Quigley/Natalie Scatorccio, Natalie Scatorccio & Vera Scatorccio
Characters: Misty Quigley, Natalie Scatorccio, Vera Scatorccio
Additional Tags: Terminal Illnesses, (ultimately not fatal. not misty or nat), excessive references to classic detective fiction, Christmas, Natalie Scatorccio Has Mommy Issues, Partners in Crime, Post-Rescue from Wilderness (Yellowjackets), I tried to make this at least somewhat realistic and then realized it's more fun if I don't. so, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, technically a sequel to IFDIBCA but works standalone. also far more self-indulgent
Series: Part 2 of I’ll Fucking Do It but Christ Alive
Summary:
“No. I don’t know. I haven’t even seen her yet, honestly. But treatment’s going to be expensive, and I’m flat broke.”
“That’s horrible. The state of healthcare in this country is atrocious.” Misty stares at the coffee table, deep in thought. Nat thinks she’s searching for the right words to comfort her, but then she looks up and says, “Have you heard of Ellen Eliza Peck?”
Or: Nat's mom is sick, Misty helps her open a private detective agency, and it turns out crimes are much easier to solve when you commit them yourself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death
Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Shauna Shipman, Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor
Characters: Shauna Shipman, Lottie Matthews, Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets)
Additional Tags: Cannibalism, Non-Linear Narrative, NR because I'm not quite sure where cannibalism falls on the rating scale. sorry, Pregnancy, Feeding, <- i think. that's not my thing but it is probably what's happening here, LL is not mentioned. however spiritually there is still lottielee in here if you look
Summary:
"It's okay," Lottie whispers. She presses the hunting knife into Shauna's palm, then takes her fingers and curls them around the handle one by one. "You need this."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Misty Quigley/Natalie Scatorccio
Characters: Misty Quigley, Natalie Scatorccio
Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Not. Entirely happy with this but posting it anyways so I stop thinking about it, Sometimes you just want to write self indulgent angstslop idk
Summary:
Misty moves a little slower, Lisa panics, and Nat isn't the one who dies at the compound that night.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Charlie/Zari Tomaz | Zari 1.0
Characters: Charlie (DC's Legends of Tomorrow), Zari Tomaz | Zari 1.0
Additional Tags: Episode: s05e14 The One Where We're Trapped on TV, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Legends of Tomorrow Gift Exchange 2026
Summary:
But when she had reached for Zari's life force, she had found another thread wrapped around her shimmery golden one — red as blood and glowing like fire. Grabbing it brought a flood of memories to the front of her mind. Memories of someone special, someone who understood.
Or: when putting the Legends in the TV, Charlie creates another pocket dimension for the original Zari.
I'll Fucking Do It but Christ Alive (11881 words) by Sandsoftide
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Misty Quigley/Natalie Scatorccio
Characters: Misty Quigley, Natalie Scatorccio
Additional Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Rescue from Wilderness (Yellowjackets), brief harrassment but it's very minor and dealt with quickly, Protective Natalie Scatorccio, ….well. kind of, also featuring background tai and platonic tainat bc I love them, you could read this as platonic the same way canon could be read as platonic (misty is Obsessed and nat is Repressed), No Smut, M rating is just for the back half of the second chapter bc I get nervous, Hurt/Comfort, minimal comfort. but it's there
Series: Part 1 of I’ll Fucking Do It but Christ Alive
Summary:
Misty tilts her head and knocks again, so Natalie rolls the window down. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks stupidly.
Unsurprisingly, Misty ignores the question. “Hey, Nat,” she chirps, as though it’s only been a week since they’d last seen each other instead of three and a half years. “Thought I recognized you!”
Or: Nat tries (and fails) to blackmail Misty into staying away from the press. Five months later, they meet again at Shauna's wedding.