"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know."
[yellowjackets s1-]
[shauna shipman x oc]
[lottie matthews x oc]
[natalie scatorccio x oc]
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶
[1996]
The night had descended upon the clearing, casting an eerie glow over the group. The air was thick with a sense of unease as everyone lay on the ground, the earlier festivities now a distant memory.
Mari broke the silence, her voice filled with a sense of bewilderment. "Where is everyone?"
Taissa, her gaze distant, asked, "Nat and Coach are friends?"
Akilah shook her head, a hint of worry in her voice. "Misty won't like that."
Mari, her tone flat, added, "But she's gone."
Shauna, scratching the ground absentmindedly, mumbled, "No, Natalie is with Evelyn. I saw her dragging Evelyn earlier."
Lottie, who had been lying quietly, perked her head up at this.
Mari glanced around, her confusion growing. "And what about Jackie? Or Travis?"
Javi, his voice monotone, replied, "They left."
Taissa, a hint of cynicism in her tone, said, "Together? That's so Jackie."
Van nodded in agreement. "That's very Jackie."
Shauna, propping her head up a bit, defended them, "She's not doing anything wrong."
Javi, his curiosity piqued, asked, "But what are they doing?"
Lottie clenched her jaw, her frustration evident. "We should find them."
Shauna, her voice filled with confusion, asked, "Wait, why?"
Lottie stood up, her eyes blazing with determination. She stopped in front of Shauna, her voice low and intense. "They don't belong to her." Without another word, she turned and began walking away.
Everyone started standing up, a mix of curiosity and concern on their faces. Van called out, "Wait, Lott..." but followed her regardless.
Shauna hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. After a few seconds, she decided to follow, leaving Javi behind.
The group ran through the dense woods, their footsteps thudding against the forest floor. Branches whipped past them, leaves rustling in their wake. The moon hung high above, casting a ghostly glow that barely penetrated the canopy.
