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darling, answer me this (who am i to you?) by Anonymous
Fandoms: 薬屋のひとりごと | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries (Manga), 薬屋のひとりごと | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries (Anime), 薬屋のひとりごと - 日向夏 | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries - Hyuuga Natsu
12 Jul 2025
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She would know her anywhere, be it in dreams, a passerby, a story. It’s not a ghost. Bright-eyed, sun-kissed, and life-worn, she’s different in all the ways Maomao thought she would be after all these years, in all the ways she hoped she would be despite the tragedy that seemed set in stone for her and hers.
Quietly, as though an earnest prayer, unspoken but felt all the same: Shisui.
Or: Ten years after Shisui leaves her, Maomao finds herself in a nameless village, chasing the trail of a ghost.
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11 Aug 2025
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If she were asked, this is what Maomao wants: she wants to devour the sun. She wants to take it into her mouth, wants to swallow it whole, wants it to burn a path from her chest down to her belly, then to the tip of her toes. She wants to catalogue how it’ll change her, how it’ll scorch her. She wants to know if it was worth it—the grief, the misery, the longing—and be satisfied when the answer is inevitably yes.
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And then, it happens again.
A minute before the director yells action, Jackie’s eyes find the boom operator, a girl with bleach blonde hair, and she looks back at her.
Their gaze would linger, paused in the air. Almost a look of recognition, and she’d always nod at her with a small smile that says ‘you got this.’
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scorned and alone, Jackie haunts the set studios of sunny Georgia, until the unnamed boom operator gives her something to look forward to.Bookmarked by marshall_line
10 Jul 2025
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Where do the ducks go when the lakes freeze in the winter? Where does Jackie go when she’s no longer wanted?
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Falling in love with Shauna was like sinking in quicksand, and living with her parents felt like drowning in thick molasses. Jackie leans back to stare at the sky, and thinks that Natalie feels a whole lot like the stream of sunlight that breaks through the clouds, and falls warmly on her face.
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i owe you a black eye and two kisses (tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em) by fleabags
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
29 Oct 2024
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Self sufficient — that’s what Nat is. Sturdy. Like a cockroach. Everything Jackie’s never been. It scares her — it scares her more than the fact that she’s pretty sure that Natalie wants her too, by now. It scares her because, yeah, Nat wants her, but does she know where she’s going to put her once she’s finished?
Jackie’s can’t live on the shelf. She can’t be another notch in Nat’s bedpost — another ghostly, greying lover in her phonebook that she calls when she’s high or she’s having noble ideas about morals and doing the right thing, or whatever. She’s grown attached to what they have — she’s grown attached to Natalie. She likes it when she hears her low voice over the phone, short and precise. She likes the feeling she gets when she turns the corner for work and sees Nat stood outside, frowning until her dimples pop out as soon as she sees her.
Or: Jackie lives alone in New York. She’s running away but she gets Nat a job at her bar, anyway, because she’d do it for any of them, really — if it came down to it. Even Natalie Scatorccio. At least, that’s what she tells herself.
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10 Jul 2025
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Sometimes things get so fucked up that the only way you can show you love someone is by giving them something they can see and feel and hold in their hands. Every other line of communication was just too open for misinterpretation — too raw. Too volatile.
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Jackie can’t do halves but it seems that it’s all Natalie deals in. Just runs around carving out chunks of herself and handing them off to people like bloody, little momentos — something to hold with them forever and to be invoked at a moments notice like some kind of gruesome calling card.
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Jackie Taylor was supposed to die alone in the cold. Instead, the Wilderness is curious and decides to test her.
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Nat and Travis find Jackie in the snow.
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26 Jun 2025
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She knows that she should have made a back up plan. She knows that she should have warned Van that she might be waking her up to join her hunting. She wasn’t logical though. When it comes to Jackie, lately Natalie thinks she’s lost all sense of logic. She’s dressed, rifle at her back, leaning against the door the next morning, waiting for something- someone- she knows won’t come. She was stupid. She was mean. She did what she always does- lash out at any sense of kindness offered towards her because she doesn’t understand how to accept it. Jackie is kind. She always told herself that she was mean and privileged and spoiled and cruel. But she knows that it’s not true. Maybe she always knew, and it was just easier to believe that someone so beautiful outside just had to be ugly inside. She wonders now if any part of Jackie is ugly, because she’s yet to see it. She’s hurt. But she hurts differently than Natalie does. When Natalie hurts, it’s teeth and claws and blood. She hurts viscerally, inflicting hurt back on anyone who either did or could possibly inflict it on her. Pain is something to be shared, scattered across others to reduce the amount held. When Jackie hurts, she holds it all. Tucks it deep into her chest and feels it fully before absorbing it, refusing to let anyone else suffer from her own pain. Maybe pain is the one area of Jackie’s life that she’s selfish with, unwilling to share.
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Jackie survives the first night of winter. Javi doesn’t.
With silence thick in the cabin and pity worse than the cold, Jackie volunteers to join Nat on a hunting trip. She doesn’t expect forgiveness. She doesn’t even expect meat. Just the chance to feel real again.
When a sudden blizzard injures Nat and traps them in a cave together, there’s nowhere left to run—not from the storm, not from the past, and not from each other.
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23 Jun 2025
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Nat doesn’t respond right away. She just stands there, shadow cast long by the firelight, eyes fixed on Jackie—quiet, unreadable. But the weight of it sinks in fast. Jackie feels it like a slow, familiar ache under her skin.
Jackie’s seen it before, multiple times, just in harsher lighting. Her mother’s kitchen, her mother’s mirror. That same flicker of disappointment masked as concern. Like if she were just less—less dramatic, less needy, less Jackie—she might be easier to love.
Might be salvageable.
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Every time she tries to make sense of Nat, her thoughts scatter. Like she’s trying to eat soup from a cracked bowl—burning her tongue while the rest drips down her wrists, staining her sleeves, making a mess of everything. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. She wants more and doesn’t know why. She wants to be close but is terrified of what she’ll ruin just by touching it.
That’s always been the problem. She reaches for things like they’ll fill her. Like love or closeness or even just kindness will finally be enough to make her feel real. But it slips. She fumbles it. It always ends up on her—spilled, spoiled, staining her perfectly white clothes.