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@quistley asked: oh,  so  now  you  care?

" are you gonna let me apologise? " from the front stoop of misty's abode, natalie's drawled - out assertion lacked any of her usual bite.

it dripped, instead, with the kind of reluctant sincerity that made her want to crawl out of her skin and leave her scars and leather behind. the kind of grudging vulnerability that felt raw and strange without the walls she'd built up standing impenetrable vigil around it.

" I was an asshole, okay? " she started, the hands she'd shoved into her pockets tense, tight at the knuckle. " you were there for me — in ways that no - one else has been in a long fucking time, and I treated you like trash. "

there'd been tai, on the fringes of her insobriety, sure. there'd been travis, until he'd done a runner, just as fucked in the head as she was. and there'd been shauna, out in her blurring periphery, existing in the model suburban society she'd somehow managed to integrate herself into. but none of them had needled their way in like misty. none of them had come bounding back, in the face of her single - minded desperation for answers or her constant rejection, the way misty had. " I mean... yeah, you're... weird, and insane, but... it's not like I'm any better. " try as each one of her fellow survivors did to pretend otherwise, none of them were.

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out. just started at my new job today, so my activity might be more sporadic than usual while I adjust to my new schedule. hopefully that won't take long!

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Sophie Thatcher as Natalie Scatorccio ► YELLOWJACKETS | 2.02 Edible Complex

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@quistley asked: " you're bleeding. "

nat's hand tightened, nearly reflexively, around the wound in question: a clean incision that ran the inside of her palm, straight through the finite curve of her lifeline.

" oh — yeah. I mean, it's not that bad, " she supplied, like the air of indifference she forced into her deflection might nip misty's hawkeyed interest in the bud. like any inclination she had to help — to go barreling in, no holds barred, like she had dozens of times with coach before they'd scared him off into the unforgiving tundra that last winter — might cease just because she asked. still, even if it didn't, natalie knew better than to dismiss misty's eccentricities as just strange or meddlesome. without her, dozens of their group might've succumbed to poisoned berries or infected wounds.

hers, though, hardly warranted that kind of attention.

" seriously, misty. you should go help mari with the berry wine or something. her knee's still fucked, and you know what you're doing. "

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NAT SCATORCCIO 1x08 "Flight of the Bumblebee" | 2x08 "It Chooses"

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@ourgrief asked: ❛ oh, now you care? ❜ › from shauna!

in an instant, nat came to a complete still, like prey in a predator's narrowing sights. through the serene stretch of sun - speckled clearing she'd trod onto the fringes of, walking into shauna's earth - dark sightline almost felt like being caught, somehow; like she'd broken some unwritten custom by virtue of her presence. like, in approaching shauna by the little rocky cairn she'd pieced together ( another grave, off the newly - beaten path between camp and the river's edge, the fresh mound beneath it so much smaller than the others ), she'd crossed a line she shouldn't have.

imposed where she shouldn't have.

" I wasn't trying to bother you, shauna, " she offered, anyway. " I just wanted to check in. " there was nothing else to say; no easy avenue through which to broach the subject of shauna's most recent loss. no assemblage of carefully chosen words would bring back her child. they would never erase the deep, festering wound left behind, or excise the smell of pooling blood that'd permeated every inch of the cabin before it'd burned, and the persisting, fetid memory of it that haunted nat long thereafter.

" if... if there was anything any of us could have done, " she started, then broke off completely, the dry - parched grit in her voice wilting, like dry grass against a barely - there breeze. ( there was no use in finishing that thought. there was no sense in spinning through the myriad should haves and the countless what - ifs when the absolute worst had already transpired. ) " I'm really sorry. all of us, we— we're all so sorry. "

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༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

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my bad didn't mean 2 attach myself 2 u like an abandoned dog

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YELLOWJACKETS | 2.09 "Storytelling"

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“I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore, it only destroys me in the end.”

— Unknown

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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" lottie, listen to me, " nat pleaded, one broad, beseeching footfall bringing her closer than she'd been in weeks ; close enough that she could have set a gentle, blood - speckled hand around one of lottie's, if she'd dared. " if you stay, you'll fucking die. "

any of them would. the game, in its prevailing abundance, wouldn't last forever. nothing did. the fragile peace they'd fostered, before coach had found himself condemned to a death he hadn't at all deserved, had shattered just as fast as the ice under javi's feet. it was all fleeting. sooner or later, the pseudo - society they'd cobbled together would crumble completely. they'd keep killing each other, one instance of terrifying, unstoppable snowfall — one bloodstained, no - eyed queen of hearts — at a time. ( and lottie, still so steadfast in her beliefs, in the blood and gristle none of them would ever clear out of their teeth, had no immunity from it. )

" look. I know we made it this far, " she pressed. barely. " and we all kind of figured we were stuck out here forever — but it's true. "

❝   please.   ❞   the   word   comes   as   a   piteous   plea,   a   hushed   cry   for   sympathy   pried   away.   she   does   not   yield   nor   cower   against   the   sharp   edged   knife   that   nat’s   words   are,   only   takes   the   lashings   in   stoic   humility.   there   is   little   left   on   this   earth   to   still   anchor   lottie   to   it,   only   the   shreds   of   bloodied,   dry   innards   which   have   settled   in-between   the   PRISON   BARS   of   her   teeth,   a   sensation   not   unlike   a   wailing   reminder   hovering   above   each   whispered   word.   ❝   we’re   not   spilling   blood   —   we’re   looking   out   for   one   another.   ❞   eyes   shut   close;   the   sun’s   violent,   hitting   waves   &   the   cool   breeze   to   oppose   it   continue   to   SMOTHER   lottie’s   sense   of   here-and-now,   but   it’s   the   enthusiastic   chatter’s   echoing   all   the   way   from   the   camp   that   deals   the   lethal   blow,   the   gush   no   stitches   will   ever   hold.   ❝   [ . . . ]   i’m   not   ready   to   go   back   —   but   i’m   not   ready   to   lose   you   if   i   stay.   ❞

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NAT SCATORCCIO YELLOWJACKETS | 3.10

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@doevoured asked: ❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

" yeah? what you is that? " came nat's counter, across the sparse breadth of perfectly manicured grass and winding gravel pathway that stayed between them.

idyllic as the place was, she couldn't quite shake the thrill of unease that slumped through her veins ; the innate chill of sense memory that painted the commune's surrounding woodlands and picturesque span of lake an inexact double, almost, of the backdrop of her frequent nightmares. the cabin in the wilderness. the desolate purgatory they'd been rescued from that had never left her deepest - buried contemplations. javi, the cards, coach — and the rest, blurred by time and blow and more self - destruction than she could remember — held themselves in the dark marrow of her bones, abstract and unnamed. entombed, the way natalie needed them to be. " I mean, you seem like you've got exactly what you fucking wanted out here. "

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too fucked up to get close to anyone

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out. since it's fathers day weekend... frank scatorccio deserved what he got. xo