First frost (Jackieshauna)

First frost (Jackieshauna)

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 443
  • WpVote
    Votos 7
  • WpPart
    Partes 11
WpMetadataReadContinúa42m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación vie, ago 22, 2025
WpInfo
Fanfic
First Frost: Yellowjackets -Jackie/Shauna The first snow in the wilderness changes everything. Stranded after the crash, Jackie and Shauna cling to the fragile routines that keep them alive gathering wood, rationing food, pretending everything is fine. But in the dead of winter, the silence grows heavier, and the line between friendship and something more begins to blur. From stolen moments by the fire to whispered confessions in the snow, their bond deepens through every hardship: hunting trips gone wrong, injuries, jealousy, and the unspoken terror that tomorrow might never come. When sharp words and sharper feelings finally break the surface, Jackie and Shauna must decide if their connection is a dangerous distraction or the one thing worth holding onto in a world that's falling apart.
Todos los derechos reservados
#181
shaunashipman
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • With Her I Die
  • no return , yellowjackets
  • American teenager
  • CHERRY WAVES ✵ yellowjackets
  • ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ ⟡ ᴊᴀᴄᴋɪᴇ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ
  • MY SOUL TO KEEP
  • We Are More Than the Forest
  • swallow | YELLOWJACKETS
  • Their only angel - YellowJackets

For a moment, life seemed decent: nationals with your team on the horizon, an acceptance letter to your ideal college clutched in your hand, and the promise that soon, you and Jackie Taylor wouldn't have to hide anymore. Then the wilderness shattered it all. The plane tumbling from the sky wasn't just a crash - it was the universe rewriting your story. And Jackie. God, Jackie. Her body frozen beneath the snow after words you can never take back, after a fight that ended with her walking away. Her death lives inside you now, a cold weight that never thaws. Each breath feels stolen from her lungs. But there's Shauna, understanding your grief in ways no one else could. She becomes your gravity when you might otherwise float away into darkness. Her hand in yours, a silent pact between survivors. Two broken pieces holding each other together in this splintered world where nothing makes sense anymore. (please review warnings before reading)

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido