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Sexy to someone song 2 from the album charm by clairo

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**Title: To Be Seen By You**

Natalie never cared much about appearances. She wasn’t the kind of girl to chase compliments, not the type to melt under shallow attention. Most people only saw the armor—her leather jacket, sharp eyeliner, the cigarette smoke that lingered on her lips. To them, she was tough, untouchable.

But you saw something else.

The first time you met her, she caught you staring, and instead of rolling her eyes or biting out a sharp remark, she held your gaze. There was a flicker of something vulnerable there, like she couldn’t quite believe someone like you might look at her that way.

“You keep looking at me like I’m supposed to be special,” Natalie muttered one night, tossing herself onto the hood of your car as the two of you shared a smoke beneath the buzzing streetlight.

“Maybe you are,” you answered softly.

She laughed then, the sound half-broken, half-bright, like she didn’t know whether to believe you or push you away. But she leaned into you anyway, letting her shoulder brush yours, letting herself wonder if maybe she *was*—at least to you.

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When Natalie kissed you for the first time, it wasn’t polished or practiced. It was messy, desperate, her fingers tangled in your shirt as if she was afraid you’d disappear. And when you kissed her back, steady and sure, she froze for just a moment, like she couldn’t quite process that someone wanted her this way.

“You make me feel…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, “…like I’m worth wanting.”

You cupped her cheek, your thumb brushing the sharp line of her jaw. “That’s because you are, Nat.”

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe it.

Because maybe being sexy wasn’t about strangers staring across a room, or about playing a part. Maybe it was about being seen in the quietest, rawest moments—about being wanted *just as she was.*

And in your eyes, Natalie Scatorccio had never been more beautiful.

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Hi everyone! I’m beyond excited to finally share some big news with you all — my new book is officially here! I’ve been sitting on this project for quite some time, carefully crafting the story and letting the ideas simmer, and I’m so thrilled that the moment has finally come to share it with you. Writing this book has been such an incredible journey, full of late nights, countless edits, and a lot of heart, and I can’t wait for you to dive into it.

I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it. Your support means the world to me, and I’m so grateful to have the chance to share this piece of my imagination with all of you. Thank you for being part of this adventure — I can’t wait to hear what you think!

After the fall Masterlist

Chapter 1 – Before the Sky Fell

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**Title:** *"Between You and the Fire"*

**Pairing:** Lottie Matthews x Female Reader & Shauna Shipman x Female Reader (Protective Friendship/Pre-relationship vibes)

**Setting:** Crash AU, wilderness camp, early days after the crash

**Genre:** Protective fluff, found family, slow-burn undertones

**Length:** \~1,300 words

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The night was cold in a way you’d never felt before—not just the kind that seeped into your jacket, but the kind that made your bones feel hollow. Every sound from the trees made your skin prickle.

You sat on a log by the fire, hugging your knees. The flames threw jagged shadows across the wreckage, and every so often the wind would carry the smell of fuel and ash.

Someone settled beside you. “You should be closer to the fire,” Shauna said, her tone matter-of-fact, but softer than you expected. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, but her gaze was fixed on you.

“I’m fine,” you murmured.

“You’re *shaking,*” Shauna replied, already tugging at the edge of the blanket draped over her shoulders. Before you could protest, she shifted it so half of it covered you.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, the word tasting small in your mouth.

From across the camp, Lottie appeared, carrying something in her hands. Her eyes, sharp even in the flicker of firelight, locked onto you immediately. She didn’t even acknowledge Shauna before kneeling in front of you and pressing a dented metal cup into your hands.

“It’s just water,” she said, watching until you took a sip. “You’ve barely had anything today.”

You started to argue that you weren’t thirsty, but something about the way Lottie was looking at you—calm, but almost unyielding—made you take another sip.

Shauna glanced at her, brow furrowed. “She was fine, Lottie. I was already—”

“She’s pale,” Lottie interrupted, her voice low but edged. “If she passes out, that’s on us.”

“I’m *right here,*” you said, forcing a shaky laugh.

“Exactly,” Shauna muttered, shifting the blanket tighter around your shoulders as if she was staking a claim in the argument. “Which is why you don’t need two people hovering over you like you’re—”

“—Like she’s someone we can’t afford to lose,” Lottie finished smoothly, still looking at you.

The two of them exchanged a stare that felt like it had years of history behind it, though you couldn’t imagine what. The tension wasn’t hostile exactly—more like neither wanted to let go of their place beside you.

Finally, Lottie eased back and sat on your other side, so you were wedged between the both of them.

You let out a slow breath, the warmth from the fire, Shauna’s blanket, and Lottie’s steady presence starting to thaw the tension in your shoulders. “You guys are intense, you know that?”

Shauna’s lips twitched. “You’ll thank us when you’re not freezing to death.”

Lottie’s tone softened in a way that made your chest tighten. “We just… need to make sure you’re okay. Out here, no one’s going to do it for us but each other.”

You nodded, the truth of it sinking in with the crackle of the fire. And as the night pressed in around the camp, you couldn’t deny it—you felt safer with them bracketing you against the dark.

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**Title:** *“How Dare You Not Feel Good”*

**Pairing:** Shauna Shipman x Female Reader

**Rating:** 💕 (Romantic with light tension)

**Vibes:** Wilderness survival, grumpy-to-soft, protective Shauna

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Shauna had been stomping through camp all morning, muttering under her breath as she hacked at a stubborn piece of firewood with way more force than necessary. Everyone was giving her a wide berth. Even Mari had decided to “check the snares” on the far side of the clearing just to avoid the incoming storm.

“God, she’s scary when she’s like this,” Van whispered to you as she passed.

“Mmhm,” you murmured, watching Shauna’s shoulders tense with every swing. She was definitely in *one of those moods*. Whether it was the hunger, the cold, or just the general misery of being stranded in the middle of nowhere, she’d been snapping at everyone who dared breathe too loudly.

Normally, you’d leave her be until she cooled off. But today… well, today was different.

You shuffled toward her, dragging your blanket tighter around your shoulders. Your head felt heavy, your skin prickling hot and cold at the same time. It wasn’t anything dramatic, but it was enough to make your chest ache with the need for comfort. And you knew exactly who you wanted it from.

Shauna swung the hatchet down one more time before she noticed you standing there. “What?” she asked, voice sharp. But when you didn’t answer right away, her brows furrowed. “Y/N?”

You sniffled, rubbing your sleeve over your nose before looking up at her with your best wounded-puppy eyes.

“I… don’t feel good.”

It was like someone had flipped a switch. The tension in her shoulders dropped instantly, the hatchet falling to the ground with a soft *thud*.

“What?” Her voice was suddenly soft, all the fire from before replaced by concern. She was already stepping closer, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “You’re warm.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, though you leaned into her touch anyway.

“The hell you are.” She glanced over her shoulder at the half-split firewood and then back to you, making her choice in an instant. “Alright. Bed. Now.”

“I can—”

“Nope,” she cut in firmly, already steering you toward your sleeping spot. “You think I’m going to keep chopping wood while my girl is sick? Not happening.”

By the time you sat down, she’d wrapped you in another blanket and shoved her own jacket into your lap. Her hands lingered on your cheeks for a moment, eyes scanning your face like she could will you better.

“Next time you’re not feeling good, you tell me right away. None of this wandering around until you almost pass out crap.”

Despite the fuzziness in your head, you couldn’t help but smile a little. “You were kind of scary before.”

Shauna snorted, settling beside you and tucking you under her arm. “Yeah, well… everyone else can handle scary Shauna. You don’t have to.”

And just like that, the rest of camp was safe from her wrath—because her baby wasn’t feeling good, and nothing else mattered.

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Echoes in the Wilderness: A yellowjackets series

Nomad-shauna shipmen

Sexy to someone-natalie scatorccio

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**Title: Nomad Hearts**

You’re the kind of person who’s never quite settled—always moving through life like a leaf on the wind, drifting from place to place, never quite rooted. That’s what drew Shauna to you first. She noticed the way you carried the weight of the world and yet wore it lightly, like a secret melody only you could hear.

The first time you met was by chance—a late-night diner, the neon sign buzzing overhead. Shauna was there, hunched over a coffee, her eyes distant but alive. You sat down beside her without asking, the silence between you comfortable and unforced.

“You look like you’re running from something,” you said quietly.

Shauna looked at you, a slow smile breaking through her guarded exterior. “Maybe I am.”

And just like that, the two of you began to unravel—each step together a gentle wander through tangled feelings and fragile hope.

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You became her refuge and her restless spirit at the same time. On long drives with the windows down, the wind tousling your hair, you talked about the places you’d been, the ones you dreamed of escaping to. Shauna listened, the intensity in her gaze softening whenever you spoke about freedom, about feeling lost and found all at once.

In your arms, she found a strange kind of peace, a tether to something real amidst the chaos. And for you, she was the first person who understood that sometimes, being a nomad isn’t about a destination—it’s about finding someone who makes the journey worth it.

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Late at night, with the world asleep around you, Shauna would trace the map of your restless heart with her fingers, whispering promises that felt like home.

“We don’t have to stay still,” she’d say. “We can be nomads together.”

And you believed her.

Because with Shauna, even the wandering felt like love.

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MASTERLIST

💔-angst 🌸-pure fluff 💕-light romance 🔥-suggestive 🌶️-NSFW

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YELLOWJACKETS

Jackie Taylor

It’s Always Been You-🌸

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Natalie scatorccio

Late July-🌸+💕

Web of Trouble (and Maybe Love)-💕+🌸

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Lottie Matthews

Saltwater Calm-🌸

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Shauna Shipmen

Ship(man)wreck-🌸

First Period, First Date-🌸+💕

How Dare You Not Feel Good-💕

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Van Palmer

Under the Pines-🌸+💕

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Laura Lee

A Light in the Snow-🌸

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Poly Yellowjackets

Tides Between Us-🌸lottieshauna

Sweet Like You-🌸+💕 lottielee

Two Kinds of Care-🌸 lottienat

Thrills and Giggles-🌸 lottienat

Between You and the Fire-🌸 lottieshauna

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FEAR STREET

Deena Johnson

In Step 🥁-🌸+💕

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Kate Schmidt

Painted in Pink-🌸+💕

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**Title:** *“Thrills and Giggles”*

**Pairing:** Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Female Reader

**Rating:** 🌸 Fluff

**Vibes:** Amusement park fun, playful banter, soft poly romance

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The bright sun bounced off the spinning rides, and the air was thick with the scent of popcorn, cotton candy, and sticky happiness. You squeezed hands with Lottie on one side and Natalie on the other, feeling the buzz of excitement as the three of you stepped through the gates.

Lottie was practically bouncing in place, eyes wide and sparkling like a kid in a candy store. “First stop: the Ferris wheel. I want to see everything from the top.”

Natalie smirked, already pulling her phone out to take pictures. “I’m going to win the ring toss and get you both stuffed animals.”

You laughed, linking your arms with theirs. “Sounds like a plan. But I’m calling dibs on the roller coaster.”

The three of you navigated through the crowds, shrieking and laughing as you tackled ride after ride. Natalie teased Lottie mercilessly when she screamed on the drop, and Lottie retaliated by sneaking extra cotton candy when Natalie wasn’t looking.

At the ring toss, Natalie lived up to her promise and won two giant plush dragons, handing one to you and one to Lottie. You pulled the three of you into a group hug, the dragons squeezed between your bodies like symbols of this perfect day.

Later, on a quieter bench, Lottie rested her head on your shoulder while Natalie shared funny stories from her childhood, her voice low and warm. The carnival lights flickered on as evening approached, painting your faces in soft glows.

“You guys,” Lottie whispered, “this was the best day. Thanks for coming with me.”

You smiled, kissing her forehead gently. Natalie reached over, holding both your hands. “Yeah. Same here. Let’s never stop doing days like this.”

And for a moment, surrounded by the noise and light and love, everything felt just right.

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**Title:** *Two Kinds of Care*

**Pairing:** Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Female Reader

**Rating:** 🌸 (Pure Fluff)

**Vibes:** Comfort, found family romance, soft domestic wlw

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You wake to the faint sound of the kettle whistling and the smell of peppermint tea. Your head feels heavy, nose stuffed, and the blanket cocoon around you is the only thing keeping you from shivering.

The bedroom door creaks open and in comes Natalie first, balancing a steaming mug in one hand and a bottle of cold medicine in the other.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” she says with a crooked grin. “You look like hell.”

You groan, burying deeper into the blankets. “Thanks, Nat. Real sweet.”

She smirks and sets the tea on the nightstand. “I bring truth and tea. One of those will help you.”

Lottie slips in behind her, a soft smile on her face, holding a damp washcloth. She sits on the edge of the bed, brushing hair from your face. “Ignore her,” she says warmly. “You’re still beautiful.”

Natalie scoffs playfully. “Yeah, yeah. I’m the bad cop, she’s the good cop. You’re lucky we work well together.”

Lottie presses the cool cloth to your forehead, humming quietly. “You’re warm. Drink your tea, and then we’ll get you to rest some more.”

You take a sip, and Natalie settles beside you, pulling the blanket over her legs. “We’re not going anywhere today. You’ve got us on full nurse duty.”

Lottie strokes your hair. “We’ll watch something later. And I’ll make that soup you love.”

Natalie leans in to kiss your temple. “Don’t get used to all this attention, though. Next time *I’m* sick, I’m milking it twice as hard.”

You smile weakly, your heart warm despite your fever. Between Lottie’s softness and Natalie’s gruff affection, you know you’re in good hands—two very different kinds of care, both perfect in their own way.

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**Title:** *"First Period, First Date"*

**Pairing:** Shauna Shipman x Female Reader

**Genre:** Fluff, light humor, a sprinkle of awkward romance

**Setting:** Modern AU

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You’d never been to a hockey game before. You’d barely even seen one on TV, so when Shauna texted you, *“I got us tickets. Wear something warm. And no, I’m not telling you where we’re going,”* you weren’t sure what to expect.

Now you were standing outside the arena, bundled up in a scarf she’d picked out for you — which you strongly suspected was an excuse for her to tug you closer whenever the crowd pushed past.

“It’s gonna be loud,” Shauna said, handing the ticket to the usher. “Like… louder than gym class during dodgeball.”

“That’s a terrible comparison,” you laughed, following her to your seats.

Shauna didn’t take you to just any game — she’d scored front-row seats right behind the glass. As soon as the players hit the ice, the sound of skates slicing through it filled the air, and the cold mist drifting up from the rink reached your face. You were equal parts fascinated and frozen.

“You’re shivering,” Shauna smirked, draping her arm over your shoulders and pulling you against her side. “See? Told you to bundle up.”

“I *did* bundle up. But you’re basically a human heater.”

She grinned, but didn’t argue.

Throughout the first period, Shauna kept leaning over to explain the rules — though half the time she was whispering things like, *“Okay, I actually have no idea why they blew the whistle just now, but it looked intense, right?”*

When one of the players slammed into the glass right in front of you, you yelped, and Shauna laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “Your face! Oh my god. I should’ve recorded that.”

By the third period, you were cheering right along with her, though you still didn’t really understand what “icing” meant.

As the final buzzer sounded, Shauna turned to you with flushed cheeks. “So… was your first hockey game a success?”

You grinned. “Definitely. But I think I liked the company more than the sport.”

Her smile softened, and she bumped her shoulder into yours. “Good. Because I’m planning on taking you to plenty more games.”

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Starting tomorrow, I’ll be kicking off a new project that I’m really excited about! I’ll be writing a Yellowjackets fanfic for each song from Charm by Clairo. Each story will be inspired by the themes, mood, and emotions of a different track, pairing a specific Yellowjackets character with the vibe of that song. I’ll be posting one fanfic every week, so this series will be a slow and steady journey through the whole album. I can’t wait to explore these characters in new ways and see how each song shapes their story. Stay tuned—this is going to be a fun one!

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Title: Sweet Like You

Pairing: Laura Lee x Lottie Matthews x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff | Poly Relationship

Setting: Modern AU

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The late afternoon sun painted the town in golden light as you walked between Laura Lee and Lottie, each of them holding one of your hands. The three of you had been talking about getting ice cream all week, and now, finally, you were stepping into the little pastel-painted shop on the corner.

The air inside was cool and smelled of sugar and waffle cones. Lottie immediately wandered toward the counter, eyes scanning the flavors like she was reading a sacred text.

“I’m torn,” she murmured, pointing to a deep purple scoop labeled Blackberry Lavender and then to Salted Caramel Swirl.

Laura Lee smiled and nudged her. “We can always share. Or, you know… just get both.”

You laughed, squeezing Laura Lee’s hand. “I’m sticking with my classic—mint chocolate chip. No regrets.”

A few minutes later, the three of you sat outside at a little table, the warm breeze carrying the sound of passing cars and faint laughter from across the street. Lottie was carefully swapping bites with Laura Lee, her spoon darting between cones. You, however, were already halfway done with yours—though that didn’t stop Lottie from leaning over to steal a bite.

“Hey!” you teased, pretending to pull your cone away.

“What? You love sharing with me,” Lottie grinned, unapologetic.

Laura Lee rolled her eyes but was smiling. “Don’t start a fight in front of the ice cream shop.”

The rest of the date was full of soft giggles, sticky fingers, and the occasional playful nudge. By the time the sun began to dip, your ice cream had melted into a sweet mess, but you didn’t care. The real sweetness was the way Lottie’s head rested on your shoulder while Laura Lee held your other hand, all three of you content in the simple joy of being together.

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**Title:** *A Light in the Snow*

**Pairing:** Laura Lee x Female Reader

**Rating:** ♡ Pure Fluff

Snowflakes danced outside the cabin window, the glass slightly fogged from the heat of the fire burning low in the hearth. You sat curled up on the couch under a red-and-green knit blanket, the faint scent of cinnamon and pine filling the room. Laura Lee had been bustling around for the last hour, determined to make your first Christmas together perfect — even if it was just the two of you.

She appeared from the kitchen, wearing a slightly crooked Santa hat and holding two mugs of hot chocolate, each topped with far too many marshmallows. Her cheeks were flushed from the warmth, but her smile was as soft as the snow outside.

“I think this might be the best hot chocolate in the world,” she said proudly, handing you a mug and sitting down beside you. The blanket shifted to cover her too, and your knees brushed beneath it.

“You’ve been saying that since we started dating,” you teased, taking a sip. It *was* perfect — sweet, warm, and made with the kind of care only Laura Lee could give.

She leaned against you, her gaze moving to the small, slightly lopsided Christmas tree you’d decorated earlier that day. “It’s not about the tree or the gifts,” she murmured. “It’s about being with you. That’s what makes it perfect.”

The words warmed you more than the fire ever could. You reached for her hand beneath the blanket, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Merry Christmas, Laura.”

Her eyes lit up like the string of lights behind her. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

And there, with the snow falling and her hand in yours, the world felt quiet, safe, and exactly where you were meant to be.

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LAURA LEE MASTERLIST

A Light in the Snow-🌸💕

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**Title:** *“Under the Pines”*

**Pairing:** Van Palmer x Female Reader

**Rating:** 🌲 Fluff with a hint of romance

**Vibes:** Campfire warmth, playful banter, starlit moments

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The tent is *mostly* up.

Mostly.

Van is staring at the crooked frame like it’s personally betrayed her. “Okay, so in my defense… this is harder than it looks.”

You bite back a smile, leaning on the picnic table as you sip from your water bottle. “I literally told you we should read the instructions first.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “Instructions are for people without natural survival instincts.”

“Uh-huh. And how’s that working out for you?”

Her glare is exaggerated, playful, but she goes back to fumbling with the stubborn pole. A few minutes later—with a lot of muttered curses—the tent stands upright. Barely.

By the time the sun starts to dip behind the trees, you’ve got the campfire going. Van’s sitting cross-legged on the log bench, tossing you marshmallows from the bag while pretending she’s some legendary pitcher.

“So,” she says, watching the flames dance, “if we get attacked by a bear, I’m totally taking it down with my bare hands. Pun intended.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, Van. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll charm it with my sparkling personality.”

“Exactly. We’re unstoppable.”

Later, when the fire burns low, you both lie back on the blanket, staring at the stars. Van’s hand finds yours in the dark, her thumb tracing lazy circles over your skin.

“It’s nice,” she murmurs, voice quieter now. “Just us. No noise. No…” She hesitates, then sighs. “No world to get in the way.”

You turn your head, meeting her gaze in the silver light. “We can always make our own world.”

She smiles, small and real, and leans in to kiss you—soft, slow, and warm as the fire behind you.

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VAN PALMER MASTERLIST

Under the Pines-🌸💕