#nat scatorccio x female reader

[rhiannonsknife]

— BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER MASTERLIST

— summary: nat falls in love with one of the cheerleaders. she's in denial about it.

— warnings: hopefully enough slow burn. lots of fluff & some nsfw content. mdni. strangers to friends to lovers. period typical homophobia.

PART 1 - you’re still getting over your past situationship when you meet nat.

PART 2 - your first date with nat takes an unexpected turn.

PART 3 - you try to cope with what happened. nat notices.

PART 4 - the party at lottie’s and its aftermath.

— masterlist

[gtgbabie0]

synopsis: {a farewell to your girlfriend before she leaves to try and get help}

I'm so tired but the season finale gave me a spark to write this, sorry if it sucks I'm exhausted lol. spoilers for ep 10!

It was either the stupidest idea or your salvation— your whole future depends on this grey box that you’re not even sure Natalie knows how to work, watching her barely keep up with the instructions that Hannah frantically spits at her.

“Nat— this is— what if it doesn’t even work.” Your words come out in one shaky breath, fingers itching to grasp at her— to stop her from wandering up those mountains because fuck does the thought of her going up there has your stomach sinking.

“It’s our only chance— we have to— I have to try,” she says it so desperately, because she is, she’s never been this desperate in her entire life— desperate to get the hell out of here, to get you out of here. Natalie will not watch you pull another damn card.

You want to argue with her, but your words seem to fail you. Your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as Natalie goes through the instructions once more, Hannah occasionally correcting her here and there, but their voices seem so far away—drowned out by the constant stream of panicked thoughts that swamp your mind, all the what-ifs making your throat tighten.

What if she dies up there, what if it doesn’t work, what if Shauna finds out— there was not a chance in hell she’d let her get away with it. what if she slips, what if no one comes, what if this is your last time together?

“You can’t go— please—” you suddenly blurt out in a gasp, hands darting out to hold Natalie’s arm— your fingers curling into the damp furs that drape over her.

“I have to— baby, look at me, hey,” Her hands reach out to hold your face with such a gentleness that it makes you melt, leaning into the roughness of her palms— “It’s gonna work, I’m gonna get us home, I’m getting you home, okay?” her tone leaves no room for doubt, she needs you to believe it.

But it doesn’t snuff out the fear that burns your insides like some wildfire, “Let me come with you.”

“No— you’ll be warmer here, safer.” those words feel a little less believable and Natalie herself can’t stop the way the tone quivers with uncertainty— she had to trust that Van or Tai— Hannah— hell even Misty will have your back if anything happens. It doesn’t bring her much comfort but she knows she’ll be faster going at it alone, she knows this damn forest like the back of her hand— snow and ice be damned. “Just stick to the plan.”

You give her a jerky nod, trying to be brave— “Okay, yeah,” but the way your voice breaks tears that attempt up and she can’t stand it. Natalie tugs you into her arms, her embrace tight, hand clasped around the nape of her neck.

“I promise we’re gonna be okay— I’m gonna see you again, soon.” She promises, fingers tangling in your hair at the back of your head to keep you close for just a moment longer. “You promised me a real date, remember?”

A teary chuckle rips from past your lips, leaning into her touch a little more— relishing in these last few moments of warmth as she peppers kisses to your cheek, “Yeah, I remember— I remember.”

The persistent howling echos out throughout the trees, a hauntingly familiar noise and you get an eerie feeling of déjà vu— it makes your skin itch.

She pulls back, nodding over to Hannah firmly— gaze flickering back to you, brows cinching in pain. “I gotta go.”

“Be safe—”

Natalie nods once more, swallowing back a sob that climbs up her throat— “I will, I swear.” she drops her forehead against your own.

“I love you, Natalie, I love you so much.” Your words are slightly muffled against her lips, spoken between kisses as she replies with an equally muffled— “I love you too, so fucking much.” and she deepens the kiss until her lungs ache— breathing you in and squeezing you in her arms before walking away, grasping onto that grey box like a lifeline.

Natalie doesn’t look back. She’ll see you soon.

[mirrored-muse]

ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ | ɴ.s

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ sᴄᴀᴛᴏʀᴄᴄɪᴏ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ғɪᴄ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ.😭

The wind rushed through the trees, carrying the sharp flurries of snow that stung against their skin. Natalie moved ahead, her bow slung loosely over her shoulder, scanning the vast land in front of the both of you for any sign of movement. The snowfall had started light that morning, just a light dust covering the already frozen ground, but now it was relentless, swallowing your tracks as soon as you made them.

Behind her, you trudged forward, snow crunching loudly beneath your feet, shivering as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Hunting with Natalie was never easy, but you hadn’t expected the storm to escalate so quickly.

“Anything?” You called out, barely able to hear your voice over the wind.

Natalie shook her head, eyes still locked on the trees ahead. “Not yet.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking about, hoping for a deer, a rabbit- anything you and Natalie could take back to the cabin.

After a few minutes, the wind begins to shift, sending an avalanche of snow and ice swirling around you. The cold cut through your clothes, through your skin, chilling you straight to the bone. You could barely see, immediately looking over at Natalie for direction, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

“Shit,” She muttered. “We need to find cover. Now.”

You nod eagerly, barely able to feel your limbs. Snow blurred your vision, your fingers too numb to even pull your coat tighter around you. You forced yourself to continue to move forward, relying on Natalie’s silhouette ahead of you to guide the way.

Natalie grips your wrist, fingers ice cold against your skin, pulling you forward, guiding you to the shelter she’d spotted.

“There.”

A cave. It was small, more of a hollow carved into the side of a rock formation, but it was shelter. Without hesitation, You stumbled inside alongside her, collapsing against the frozen ground as the storm raged on outside.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Sitting beside each other trying to catch your breath as it came in short, uneven puffs, visible in the dim light. Nat pulled her knees to her chest, trying to warm herself, while You ran a hand through your snow-damp hair, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“Could’ve been worse,” Natalie said finally, though there was a hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah? How?”

Natalie shrugged. “Could’ve been a bear in here.”

That shut you up fast, and Natalie let out a tired laugh, nudging her knee with yours. “Relax. We’re fine. Just gotta wait it out.”

You simply nod, trying to ignore the way your heart pounds a little faster than usual either from the cold or the way Natalie was looking at you, you weren’t sure.

The girl shifted beside you, her warmth pressing against your side. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the freezing cave feel a little less unbearable. You could hear her breathing, slow and steady now like she was trying to keep herself calm.

“You still awake?” she asked after a moment, her voice quieter than before.

You hummed in response, too exhausted to answer.

She was silent for a moment before she let out a soft sigh. “This storm fucking sucks.”

A tired smile tugged at your lips. “Tell me about it.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see her face in the dim light. Snow clung to strands of her bleached hair, melting into little droplets that ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were darker in the cave’s shadows, but they were focused on you now.

Slowly, carefully, she reached out, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face. Her fingers were still cold, but her touch was gentle.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured.

“So are you,” you whispered back.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The storm still raged outside, the wind howling through the trees, but in here, in this tiny cave where it was just the two of you, everything else felt distant.

Then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in.

Natalie met you halfway, her lips cold but familiar, soft despite the bitter wind and exhaustion weighing down on both of you. The kiss was slow, and unhurried, like neither of you wanted to waste what little energy you had left. But there was something else, too- something desperate shared between you.

When you pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, exhaling shakily.

“We need to stop almost dying every time we go hunting,” you murmured, trying to lighten the moment.

Natalie huffed a small laugh, her breath warm against your lips, pulling you in closer, tucking you against her like she was afraid to let go. You let yourself sink into her warmth, ignoring the ache in your limbs, the cold still biting at your skin.

Out there, beyond the cave, the storm was still strong.

But in here, with Natalie’s arms wrapped around you, listening to her steady heartbeat, you felt safe.

For now, that was enough.

[angeluvvs]

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: first date by blink-182

a/n: based on the rec "Natalie x shy reader dating fluff" @ashtonslefb0ob

content: secret relationship ooo, just straight fluff (as per request, i got you, babe), just a tad bit of angst, nightmares, 1.5k words

sweet secret / natalie scatorccio

now, since when did you ever care about soccer before? and what in the hell made you start? well, the answer is currently weaving a ball between her legs as she laughs on the field, lines of sheen sweat covering her forehead.

one of her signature cocky laughs falls from between her lips as she ends up kicking the ball past van, straight into the goal.

you had become assistant to misty, always helping out with setting up the field and coming along to away games as an honorary equipment manager. all for your girl.

"jesus, nat. again?" taissa says from the edge of the field, panting as she comes closer to nat, who was absolutely beaming at the third goal she made in a row.

she shrugged, fiddling with the ring on her finger that you had given her. "i just have my good luck charm on me today." her words are punctuated by a smile and a wink to you in the bleachers. and it's safe to say you are absolutely preening at the attention.

after about fifteen more minutes of watching her practice, coach martinez calls it for the day, and she immediately makes her way over to you.

"hey, baby." she whispers, leaning in close enough that only you could hear her. "how'd i do?"

your entire body is practically thrumming at the proximity and the gravelly rasp of her voice. it was one of your favorite things about her, how she always managed to just sound good. "mhm, you were great, nat."

she smiled, her fingers trailing over the cool edge of the bleachers, the space between you two growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. "just great? come on, you can do better than that, doll."

if you were blushing before, it was about ten times worse now. your fingers fall to your lap, messing with the hem of your pants as you glare at her through your brows, silently begging her to knock it the hell off. "you were phenomenal," you said through a smile, seeming to please her as she leaned away from you and grabbed her bag, plucking your fingers straight out of your lap and tugging you down the bleachers.

just like every day, nat walks you home (like a sweetheart, might i add). her hand is interlinked with your own, in typical 'best friend" fashion, of course. no one knows yet about the two of you being together, but she swears that she will tell people eventually. eventually just seems years away whenever you have to hide your love for one of the best things that's ever happened to you.

"so, the party tonight, are we all set to go?" she asks, her voice pulling you from the momentary wandering your mind had become so accustomed to.

a frown etches onto your lips, a gentle sigh falling from between your teeth. this was one of the many joys of high school for most, but for you? it was a patriarchal nightmare. and before you could even begin to voice your complaints, natalie beats you to it.

"we don't have to go," she reassures, which immediately sparks a rambling from you.

"nat, no--" that she is infinitely quick to cut off.

"it's fine, babe. we can have a sleepover at your place." she says, eyes coated with thick, smudged eyeliner meeting your own in the most sympathetic way possible. she knows how bad those parties can be for you and even feels slightly bad she had pushed to go to one with you in the first place. "we can watch some shitty romcom and make out and have the best night of our lives, no party included."

her words elicit a small warmth blooming in your chest, the tug of her hand in yours grounding you as you offer a small nod. "okay."

the copy of bound that you borrowed from your parents is finishing up as you pull away from nat, breathing heavily and laughing at some stupid comment she made. both of you are in a set of pjs you let her borrow, the bright colors looking way too good on her.

you sigh and check your clock on the side of the bed, seeing that it was well past 1 in the morning.

"shit," you mumbled, picking up the half-empty bowl of popcorn and bringing it to the kitchen as she followed, her steps ever so slightly hinting at a tired linger.

her arms wrap around your waist as you dump out the rest of the popcorn, nuzzling her face into your neck with a gentle murmur. "you're so soft."

a giggle releases from your chest, rolling your eyes as the bowl is forgotten entirely, and she drags you right back to your room. you could never get too far away from her. she shoves you down onto the bed, draping all of her limbs over your own, small kisses pressed to your neck as she mumbles something about being tired.

the peace of such a domestic moment has you feeling the same way, placing a gentle kiss on her head as you both drift into sleep.

the next day, you two wake up and board the plane, both still feeling the aftereffects of your grogginess in full effect against your bodies. a sharp jolt of the plane has you feeling slightly more awake, anxiously eyeing nat.

"did you feel that?" you whispered, to which she replied with a soft mumble that it was okay and just continued to rub your hand more.

you nodded, looking out the window to see the plane slightly angled downwards. that's not normal. a moment later, a red light flashes above the head, the sound of the PA ringing out in a warning that something had malfunctioned. you stopped listening after those words. all that mattered was that the plane was going down. fast.

nat's words become muddied in your ear as you feel the steady descent grow quicker and quicker, green trees coming into view as oxygen masks drop down in front of you. you quickly fumble to put yours on, tears beginning to sprout in your eyes, as you pull natalie closer.

the impact is jarring, leaving you ever so slightly dazed and dizzy. you feel a tightness in your leg as you try to follow natalie out, her tugging you up out of your seat. only, you are stuck, fighting against the metal that holds you down as you scream, pleading for help.

the sound of your own ragged breathing wakes you up, a cold sweat dripping down your shirt as the realization comes to you: you're in bed. safe.

tears still overcome you, a sharp ache in your head forming as your heart does absolutely nothing to stop its frantic pounding against your chest. you feel a hand grip your wrist, that same familiar rasp filling your ears.

"breathe, baby, breathe," she instructs, her free hand going over your chest and rubbing it. "tell me five things you can see." she starts, coaching you through the panic as your eyes meet hers.

"i can see…" you start, swallowing the spit that accumulated in your throat. "you, the window… the bed, my room, and…" you stop for a moment, tears flooding your vision. she waits for you to finish, just brushing her hands against your skin. "and… my hoodie on the floor."

she smiles, whispering ever so softly to you. "good job, that was great. four things you can touch." she prompts.

"You..." you say with a smile, immediately flicking back to that frown that had set in your face. "the comforter, my shirt, and… and the pillow."

she continues this for a while, allowing you to acclimate back to what you remembered. she questions you for a moment, trying to find out what had you coiled so tightly.

"the plane… i had a dream that it… crashed." you admitted, tears ready to spring from your eyes once more. she shook her head, brushing her fingers against your cheeks.

"doll, i promise, that won't happen. i'll be there with you the whole time, i swear. we'll be alright." she reassures, cool eyes meeting your own in an ocean of sapphire. a new pang arises in your chest as you whisper delicately,

"when are we going to tell people about us?" you ask. the question seems to take her back a bit, eyes widening and fingers stilling on your skin. she sighs, nodding slowly.

"after nationals, love. after we win." she promised, fingers tightening around your wrist once more before gently linking with your own. "we'll be okay; we'll do it together."

and with that, she helps you lie down, cuddling you up into her chest. you fall asleep to the sound of her gentle breathing and the prospect that yes, you will be alright. just the two of you.

what's the worst that could happen?

if you are ever feeling anxious, that method is called the 5-4-3-2-1 method and it works so well at grounding people. please use it if you need to.

au revoir! have a great day, a great night, or a great life! <3

[kvhasproblems]

Request Rules + Info

I am the slowest writer ever so requests may take a while but I’ll try my best lol. Also please be as descriptive in your request as possible!

Rules:

- fem or gender neutral reader only (no men ew)

- no smut (for now)

- you can request character x character but again no men

- i wont write anything will graph depictions of rape, eating disorders or self harm

- wont write anything with cheating

- if I am uncomfortable with a request I’ll probs just ignore it

Characters I’ll write for:

- Van Palmer

- Nat Scatorccio

- Ellie Williams

- Dina

- Daisy Johnson

- you can request other characters and I’ll try my best but these are who I’m most confident writing for

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

knight nat and princess reader in a medieval au. I need it 😣

Silk Chiffon

A/N: Anon. ANON. I literally love this. And you. Princesses are like... my fave. How could I not think of this. I'm obsessed. Thank you. Also i'm so sorry it took so long i started writing like as soon as I got the ask and then promptly lost all motivation. Ends kind of abruptly so if anyone wants a part two you should let me know!

Summary: your father appointed a new head knight to protect you.

Pairing: Knight!Nat x Princess!Reader

Warning(s): not historically accurate (I'm not even sure what period this would be okay let me live)

Word Count: 4.2k

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Slowly, you walked through the corridor to the throne room. Your father had requested your presence, as today he was appointing a new head guard for you. Supposedly, this knight was the best in the land, and as sole heir, you needed the best protection possible.

You round the corner into the throne room and float up to your parents, giving them a curtsy before taking a seat in your own throne. Once you get comfortable, you smooth out the emerald green fabric of your gown, making sure there are no visible wrinkles in it. You don't want to make a bad impression on the person who is supposed to keep you safe.

Before long, a single knight entered the room. You couldn't see too well, unable to discern what the knight looked like. All you could see was blonde hair, so bright it looked unnatural.

As the figure got closer, you were able to see more of what they looked like. And something quickly became clear to you.

Your new guard was a girl.

A really, really beautiful girl.

You almost broke into a smile, but you controlled yourself. Act too excited, and your father would be suspicious. He was probably already upset that your new knight was a woman.

"Who are you?" Your father asked as the woman approached his throne.

Before responding, she looked you straight in the eyes and dropped into a curtsy, holding eye contact the entire time. When she spoke, her words were confident, and she seemed incredibly sure of herself.

"I'm Princess y/n's new guard. You requested the finest knight in Italy, and here I am." Her voice was on the deeper side, and the raspiness of it nearly made you swoon. How you were going to live with this woman nearly 24/7 was a mystery to you.

"I was informed that a Sir Nathaniel Scatorccio would be arriving today. You don't appear to be him. No female knight could be the best." Your father was clearly upset. You knew he only wanted what was best for you, especially since your mother had passed. But you wanted this girl to stay.

"You received what you requested. The best knight is me. The ink must have smudged on the letter. My first name is Natalie, not Nathaniel."

Natalie. What a pretty name.

After a moment, you spoke up. "Father, I say let the girl stay. We have the rest of the royal guard. If she is truly the best, we shall have more protection. If she is not, the rest of the guard has been specially trained to keep us safe."

Your father thought for a minute before he responded.

"I see no harm in that. The girl can stay. But she will go through royal guard training to prepare her for the task of protecting you. I do not care that she has been trained already. You need someone who has been trained for your safety and yours alone."

You smile at Natalie when your father finishes speaking.

"Well then, we should get you settled in."

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Two days later, you found yourself watching Natalie through your dressing room window as she did her training. She moved like water, even with her heavy armor on. You were hopeful that she was as good as she said she was. It would be harder for you to convince your father to keep her around if she wasn't adept.

You heard the door to the room open, and you quickly turned away from the window. In walked your lady-in-waiting and closest friend, Lottie.

"Staring again? That is the second day in a row that I've caught you at that window. And it has only started since that new knight appeared." She smiles as she begins preparing your gown for the day. It's a floral purple thing, not nearly as heavy as your green one from the other day. You didn't have anything important today, so you got to stay inside.

"What? I cannot gaze across the courtyard anymore?" You scoff and walk towards Lottie. The attempt at haughtiness is futile, however, as a bright crimson blush has spread across your cheeks.

"Princess Y/n, I cannot tell you what to do. I can tell you that you should not become too attached. She is a knight. You are a princess. You are expected to marry and she is expected to protect you. There is no epic love story for the two of you, at least not now."

You sigh as Lottie begins dressing you. You know you would never be able to openly be with Natalie. But there was no harm in watching her train.

"I'm sorry to upset you. I just wish you would be more careful. You don't know how Natalie may react." She finishes lacing up your corset and moves to begin putting your dress on.

"It is innocent enough that I am just watching her train. I don't anticipate anything more happening."

Lottie smiles at you as the dress goes on, and you huff.

"Be careful, Y/n. That is all I ask."

"I'm always careful."

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Natalie sat down on a bench in the courtyard, exhausted. She was used to extensive training, sure, but this was something different entirely. The days were long, and not to mention her lack of sleep from being in a new place. The only thing that made anything worth it was the food.

And you. But she wasn't thinking about that right now. She didn't have time for a silly infatuation with the princess. She had work to do.

It's not like the both of you could be together, anyways. She was a royal knight, and you were a princess expected to marry a prince.

Suddenly, a figure blocked the sunlight. She looked up to see who it was, and lo and behold, it was you. The girl she was just thinking of.

"Good afternoon. I'd like to request that you join me for supper. I believe that if you are to be my personal guard, we should get to know each other. I expect to see you there at seven. No later." Your tone was a bit demanding, but you smiled down at her, trying to put her at ease.

"I suppose I can't decline this invitation?" She asks, and your face falls a bit. You quickly recover, however, sure she's just worried about dining with your father.

"No, I'm quite sorry. It is mandatory. However, I may ease your worries. My father will not be joining us, as he is away in another kingdom. I know not what for, only that he will be away for a fortnight." You stand there, patiently waiting for her to respond.

"Seven. I will see you then."

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"This is not one of your better ideas, Princess," Lottie warned, helping you change into a bit more formal of a dress for your dinner.

"Don't be ridiculous. It is completely innocent. I would like to know the girl." While what you said to Lottie was technically true. However, you had a slight ulterior motive for your dinner.

"You can claim innocence all you want, but you don't watch a girl the way you've been watching her without having some kind of feelings for her." Lottie began smoothing the silk of your skirt. The dress you had chosen was a soft pink thing with ornate embroidered detailing across the bodice. The neck dipped down low enough to show off your cleavage.

"I'm finished with this conversation. Nothing I say will convince you, and I'm tired of hearing advice."

"Luckily for you, you're finished here. Your dinner begins in five minutes. I may suggest you make haste."

With that, you shot Lottie a small smile and hurried out of your dressing room and towards the dining hall. As you approached the room, you slowed down. You didn't want to come rushing in and look improper.

You almost float into the room, it doesn't even look like you're walking at all. Natalie isn't there when you arrive, which gives you the opportunity to sit and prepare yourself for her presence. You sit down at the head of the table and smooth out your skirt.

It's five minutes after seven before Natalie comes rushing into the dining room, her hair a mess and clothes rumpled. Her attire was certainly not fit for a royal supper, and neither was her decorum, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You were just glad she showed up at all.

"You're late," you say, before remembering that you want her to like you. "No matter. Please, sit here, next to me."

She does as requested, and you can't help but smile. She truly looks wonderful, no matter how messy she appears.

"I'm sorry that I came later than requested. I lost track of time. I didn't want to keep you waiting, Princess."

"No matter. You're here now." You turn to one of the many servants standing near the table. "Could you please bring us our soup? Thank you."

The woman scurried off to bring you the first part of your supper, and you turn over to Natalie. She wasn't in a dress, which honestly didn't surprise you. The royal guard was never in dresses, why should Natalie have to be?

"So, how did you come to be such a fine knight? As far as I was aware, women couldn't become knights."

"Usually they can't. But my asshole of a dad wanted me out of his hair, so he dressed me up as a boy and sent me away." She seems unbothered by this, and you have to stifle a gasp when she curses in front of you. How could this girl be a royal knight and not understand the proper etiquette for dining with a princess?

"And no one thought to check if you were a boy? What happened when you grew up? Clearly they did not just throw you out." As you finish your sentence, a maid brings you both your soup. You smile at the girl and turn back to Natalie, anticipating her answer

"By the time it was clear I wasn't a boy, I had already become one of the most skilled knights in my order. I was better than men twice my age, and no one was willing to kick me out." She shrugs and slurps at her soup. You try not to cringe. Of course, it's not her fault. She wasn't raised the same way a typical girl would have been. You try your best to lead by example, taking small mouthfuls of the soup, barely making any sort of noise at all.

Honestly, you found her demeanor quite endearing. The way she didn't seem to care at all what others thought of her. It seemed freeing. You wished you had the ability to do that. Instead, you were forced to be the epitome of excellence, and nothing less than perfect. It was exhausting.

You couldn't complain too much, you knew. Plenty of people in your kingdom had it much worse. You had a roof over your head and plenty of food. You just also yearned for a bit more freedom.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and Natalie kept up the conversation well. She seemed kind, if a little blunt. When you both had finished eating, she offered to walk with you to your chambers. Of course, you obliged. She was your personal guard, how could you say no?

You walked together to your quarters, and it took all of your strength not to ask her for her entire life story. You're sure she would tell you if you asked, but you want her to volunteer the information herself.

"There you are, Princess." she stopped and opened the door to your room, bowing as she did so.

In that moment, you were so enamored with her that you had no way of stopping yourself. Slowly, you leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Natalie looked shocked, and as soon as you saw the look on her face, you started to apologize profusely.

"Oh, I apologize. I must have misread the situation. You mustn't tell anyone. I'm so so-" she cuts you off by pressing her own lips to yours. Her lips are rough, but she kisses you gently. Like she's worried about breaking you.

Natalie softly shuts the door and you pull her further into the room, never breaking the kiss. She's definitely sure of herself, and she easily takes control of your kiss. You make no moves to stop her, content to let this play out however she wants it to.

Eventually, you break the kiss in order to breathe, and she's looking at you like you're the most beautiful thing she's ever laid eyes on. You smile, and she returns it before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips yet again.

"I should get back to the knight's quarters."

Your face falls, and she gives you a half sympathetic look.

"I'll see you in the morning, Princess. I'm not leaving you forever." She grins, turning to leave. You grab her wrist to stop her, pleading with your eyes.

"Stay here with me tonight. That's an order."

"Princess Y/n. Your father-"

"Isn't here and won't be back for at least another couple of days. No one will find out, and even if someone did no one would tell my father. Stay here. Please."

Natalie seems to struggle internally for a moment before ultimately deciding that she does want to stay with you. She nods, and immediately you kiss her again.

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The next morning, you wake up tangled in both Natalie and the plethora of blankets occupying your bed. For the first time in a very long time, you felt safe and content. You make no move to get up, feeling no need to move away from the warmth of the girl lying next to you.

Natalie appeared to still be asleep, her hair fanned out on the pillow she was lying on. She looked beautiful like that, vulnerable in a way that you'd never seen her before. You reach out to move a piece of her hair away from her face, and she smiles in her sleep.

After a few more moments of sleep, Natalie begins to stir awake.

"Good morning, Princess." Her voice is deep and groggy, and you swear your eyes are the shape of hearts. She rolls out of your bed and proceeds to get dressed in her clothes from the night before. You stay in your bed, knowing there's not really a need for you to get up. Lottie would be in to get you dressed, and Natalie didn't need help with her clothing.

When she finished dressing, she sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.

"I should really get back to the other knights. But I have a free hour this afternoon. I can find you then." She presses a kiss to your cheek, and you nod, smiling. Natalie smiles back before leaving your quarters, closing the door behind her.

You sit in silence, knowing Lottie won't be too long. Sure enough, only a few minutes after Natalie had left, Lottie opens the door to your room, carrying your dress for the day.

"Did I happen to see Natalie leaving just now?" She clearly knows the answer to that question, but she wants to give you the opportunity to tell her the truth.

"Yes." You don't offer her any more than that, and you can tell she wants to pry further. However, she knows that you aren't going to tell her anything unless you want to.

"Be careful, Princess."

"You have said that to me so many times that it's stopped having any sort of meaning." You stand up, walking over to where Lottie stands with your gown for today.

She sighs and begins to undress you. You know how Lottie feels about your breaking of the rules, but she knows she can't stop you. Not without alerting your father, at least, and she doesn't want to hurt you like that.

She finishes dressing you and gives you a look. One you know is telling you to be careful. You just scoff at her as she leaves.

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The next few weeks are spent watching Natalie train during the day, and sneaking around with her at night. Neither of you are often free in the daytime, but all of your evenings are spent together. Your father assures you that Natalie will soon be done training and she will start guarding you around the clock. For now, though, you just have to deal with not seeing her all the time.

Your father has also started to speak to you about marriage. Every time he starts, you change the subject. But you know that the discussion of your marriage is inevitable. It's expected that you marry by eighteen, and that birthday had already came and went. Your father had been generous in letting you have another year. But your nineteenth birthday was approaching. You had to be married soon.

It was midafternoon, and you were wandering the palace grounds, waiting for Natalie to finish training. Suddenly, Lottie appeared beside you.

"Princess, your the king requests you in the throne room. He wants to discuss something with you." You know it's about marriage, and you know you can't avoid the discussion this time. You nod, following Lottie as she leads you back into the palace and into the room with your father.

"Y/n. I've found a suitable match for you. A prince the next kingdom over. He's quite handsome, from what I gather, and your marriage will be the perfect economic and militaristic move. His father and I have arranged the wedding already. The two of you will be married within the next year." He's firm, and you know there's no use in arguing. You're going to be married, and you're going to pretend to like it.

How were you going to tell Natalie?

"Thank you, Father. I understand. What must I do to prepare?"

"Dress fittings, of course, but that is the only thing that you must be directly involved in. Between both kingdoms, we have enough staff to plan the entire wedding. You'll be meeting your future husband in two weeks. Prepare yourself, and be on your best behavior."

"Of course, Father. I would never want to make a bad impression on the man I am to marry," you pause, meeting your father's eyes for the first time during this exchange, "May I be excused?"

"Yes. You are free to go."

You leave the room to immediately go find Natalie. She should be done with her training by now, and you need to tell her about this before she finds out from someone else.

As you round the corner, you almost run directly into Natalie. Her hair is mussed from training, and she's covered in sweat. Somehow, though, you still have to resist the urge to kiss her.

"Oh! Lovely, you're here. Walk with me, please, Natalie." You give her a look that she knows to mean that you really need to talk with her in private. She quickly obliges, holding out her arm for you to take. Immediately, you take it and she starts walking.

Once you're far enough away from the palace for anyone to be listening, she turns to you and gives an inquiring look.

"I'm getting married," you blurt, wanting to get the news off your chest as quickly as possible.

"What? When? When did you learn this?" She sounds completely angry, which you understand. You'd hate hearing this news if it was coming from her.

"Within the next year. My father didn't give me an exact date. But I know it to be soon. I just found out myself. You are the first I've told. In good news, as you are my personal guard, we won't be separated." You wring your hands as you speak, trying not to cry, hoping Natalie isn't angry with you.

"Why did you agree to this?" She's bewildered, and still clearly a bit angry. Of course.

"I do not have the sort of freedoms you do, Natalie. You can marry any man you want, or even choose not to marry. I, on the other hand, must marry whatever man my father chooses for me. I cannot simply say no, nor can I ask to see another option. This is my life. I apologize for hurting you, but there's nothing I can do." You look up at her, tears in your eyes. You don't want this to end.

When she sees you tear up, she immediately softens.

"No, love. I should apologize. I know that this isn't any fault of yours." She cups your face in her hands, and you can't help but smile. "What if we leave?" she asks, and she looks so hopeful.

"I can take you away from here. We can start a life in a village far from here, and we could be happy. You wouldn't have to marry, you wouldn't have to be a princess anymore."

You want to say yes immediately, but something holds you back. You have no idea how to live anywhere but a palace. You have no profitable skills, and neither does Natalie. There's also the high risk of being found out and being brought back to your father and being forced to marry anyway.

But then you look at Natalie, and she looks so hopeful, so confident that this can work, that you can't say no.

"When would we leave? Where would we go? How would we support ourselves?"

"We could leave tonight. I know when the guard changes, and we could sneak away when no one is looking. There was this beautiful little village I passed through when I was young, it's two kingdoms away and no one would know who you are. Y/n, I don't want to watch you marry that man. Please, please leave with me."

It doesn't take any more than that for you to nod, confirming that you will leave with her.

"Okay. I'll come get you tonight around the time that the guard changes. We'll take a horse, and you should gather as many valuables as you can to sell. Don't take anything that is too easily traceable, we don't want jewels to be the reason you're caught. The journey will take a few days, so I'll gather food from the cooks." She pauses, and you nod. "Now, listen. Wear something unassuming, and we must cut your hair once we get far enough away from the palace. You're very recognizable, and we want to limit that as much as possible."

You take all of this in, and nod again.

"Okay."

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That night, you sit awaiting Natalie. You have only a small bag with you, filled with food and jewels. Nothing that doesn't already belong to you, of course. It feels wrong enough to take the jewelry that's rightfully yours.

There's also a couple sets of underclothes, which are the most unassuming thing you own. Everything else is too elaborate and heavy to even try to take with you. You were really going to miss some of those gowns. But this was more important. You'd rather have Natalie than silly dresses.

You didn't tell anyone you were leaving, not even Lottie. Part of you feels bad, but you know that she'd try to convince you to stay. Or she'd cave and tell your father, which you didn't want either. You did leave a note, detailing that you left and not to come looking for you. Although, it was unlikely that anyone would actually heed your instructions. Someone would assume that you were kidnapped and forced to write that note.

No matter. This plan was going to work. You were going to leave with Natalie, and the two of you would have a wonderful life together.

Soon, there was a sharp knock at your door. Natalie. It was time. You open the door to find her standing there, grinning wickedly.

"No one's at the posts now, and they shouldn't be for the next ten minutes. Let's go." She holds out her hand, and you take it.

Immediately, the two of you are racing through the corridors and down flights upon flights of stairs. You make it to the stables, and Natalie helps you get up onto a horse. Her horse, you assume.

She follows suit, sitting in front of you.

"Hold on, Princess." You grip her waist, and soon, the two of you are off. She's right, there aren't any guards in their towers, and it's easy to ride the horse across the castle grounds and into the woods.

The two of you ride in silence for a while, still at a gallop in an attempt to make it as far from the castle as possible while still under the cover of night. Neither of you wants to be caught, not when you've already made it this far.

You rest your head between Natalie's shoulder blades, and she laughs.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Princess."

"You shouldn't call me princess anymore, as I am not one."

She laughs again, and you smile.

"You're still a princess. But I understand. I won't call you princess any more, especially in public. We don't want to be found out."

You hum your assent, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence yet again.

"Thank you," you mumble, pressing a kiss to Natalie's shoulder.

She squeezes one of your hands, already knowing what you're thanking her for.

"Of course."

[tomhorsery]

Could you also do nat relationship headcanons after they were rescued but you were there too in the plane crash and wilderness

Natalie Scatorccio headcanons

Natalie Scatorccio x Female! Reader

Warnings: minor nsfw, drugs.

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• After she was rescued, she had you over at her trailer often. She felt like her only way to cope with what happened was sex, and weed.

• She acts like she’s fine. Like nothing happened. But pretty much everyone can tell that she’s hurting.

• She is horrible at taking care of herself. Her entire room is littered with empty alcohol bottles and takeout boxes.

• She isn’t even able to get out of bed most days. She seems listless and disinterested in everything around her. It’s depressing.

• Eventually, after months of this, she started to become distant. She stopped talking to you. Stopped smiling and laughing. Stopped making jokes, and stopped inviting you over.

• You tried to visit, but she never answered the door. You always seemed to be the one who was pushed away by what had happened, not her.

• It broke your heart when she began to ignore you.

• This went on for months and months, u til randomly, one night, there was a knock on your door. You opened it, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off and leave you alone, when you saw who it was.

• It was Natalie. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, which was strange because she never cried in public. She looked tired. Not physically tired – but emotionally exhausted.

• So stupidly, you invited her into your house. “Do you want anything to drink? I can go run and get you some water.”

• You didn’t know how long she wanted to stay. But at this point you didn’t seem to care either way.

• That night, she slept curled up against you, as if clinging onto your warmth could keep her safe from the terrible things that had happened to her.

• The next day, she was gone. As though she had never been there.

• After that, she randomly stopped by your house just to hook up then fall asleep. This didn’t feel like love anymore. It felt like you were trying to console her, to make her feel better and less lonely. You weren’t sure if it was working or not, but it was something.

• The thing is, you never got to cope yourself. You immediately had to go back into the work force to buy more shit for Natalie to help her feel better.

• Why did you do it? Because deep down, you thought you would end up alone too.

• At night you would have deep talks with Natalie about what happened out in the wilderness. About all the shit she had to deal with. The shit she still dealt with. About how scared she was of being abandoned, left behind. You helped her cope.

• She opened up about feeling numb recently

. How she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, about how she hated what they had to do to survive.

• You agreed. You hated it, too. You said you understood, that she wasn’t alone. You would never let her be alone ever again.

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[mvlders222]

hii, could you write about Natalie scatorccio and a reader with anxiety problems?

I know it's a sensitive topic and I will understand if you don't want to write about this.

(sorry if I don't express myself well, English is not my native language)

a/n; hi!! thank you for the request. i hope i wrote this well and to your liking. reader's gender is female. i have a handful of people in my life with clinical anxiety, but i also did my research before diving into this topic. if the way i describe these feelings isn't accurate, please let me know so i can edit/rewrite this fic.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing ; natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.1k

summary ; nat invites you to one more party, and you typically never accept. she reasons that this would be the last one before your guys’ flight tomorrow for nationals. this however doesn’t seem to go as planned…

warnings ; anxiety, overthinking, sorta angst to fluff, alcohol, underage drinking, mention of smoking (let me know if there's any more!)

You and Natalie had been dating for two months now. And you knew each other even earlier than that. But throughout your time knowing her, she had never not invited you to any event whether it be a smoke sesh or a bonfire.

And you had always turned her down. This wasn’t your way of rejecting her, but it wasn’t exactly your crowd. You could only conjure up the most ridiculous and almost impossible situations that would happen because you just showed up in a social setting.

Your guys’ first date in your backyard where you guys shared a pizza and your first kiss (probably not a good kiss with the pizza). The point was that it was in the privacy of your own home.

You know Nat would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. But considering how she felt going to these parties without you, you decided you finally show. So she came to your house minutes before the party to help you prepare.

There you stood in front of your mirror, Natalie behind you looking at your guys’ reflection. She had her hands on your shoulders and smiled at you through the mirror.

She was dressed in a leather jacket and worn in Doc Martins. She had a red pleated skirt and ripped fishnets and a plethora of rings adorned her fingers. She had smudged eyeliner around her eyes but it was meant to look like that.

You were simply wearing a long sleeve since it was chilled out. A pair of thrifted jeans that were your favorite pair, despite them already being worn.

“Are you ready?” She smiled at you and you nodded. She kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you out of your bedroom and your house.

It wasn’t a far walk, just further out into the woods so you both walked there, hand in hand.

“Have you ever been to one of these before?” Nat smirked. It wasn’t mean, it was a genuine question. “You just never wanna come with me when I offer.”

“Not really to any parties. I’ve been to the football games but I never have any fun there,” you shrugged. You were the type to stay in and enjoy a movie, rather than agree with people who speak in majority filler words. It was exhausting to try and find any way to talk to these people without absolutely crumbling.

“I thought it’d be nice though. Since we leave tomorrow,” you smiled. You looked at the dead leaves on the ground as the two of you walked together.

As you got closer and closer to the bonfire, you could see the light and hear a mix of chatter, laughter, and music. A heavy feeling started to settle in your stomach, but you tried to push it down because what would Nat think if you wanted to turn around?

When you started to catch up with people and run into the couples sucking faces, it was like a middle school dance. People were spread out across the woods, but no one was dancing to the music. All talking in their small groups, holding red solo cups full of something.

“I’m gonna go find a keg.” Natalie let your hand go and walked away from you, walking through different circles of people to find a buzz.

You tried following her, but her trail was too spontaneous. She would push people apart from each other, even when they were invested in a full-on conversation. She would split trees and walk through bushes.

So afraid of losing her, you weren’t paying attention to the others around you, mumbling different “sorry”s to several strangers. Maybe you had been paying too much attention to the people around you and that’s how you lost your girlfriend in the crowds.

You couldn’t ask anyone for help, they seemed to look at you like you snuck onto earth. Whether it was the anxiety or the plethora of circles you’d made searching for Natalie, your nausea was starting to set in.

Your stomach was tied in knots and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t move. Your breathing became shallow. The lights were too bright and the music was too loud, it was hard to even think in a setting like this.

An unexpected hand grasped at your shoulder and tugged you around. Trying not to fall over your own feet, you grabbed at anything physical in front of you.

Your eyes came into focus. “Natty!” You let out what felt like the last breath you’d ever take. You pulled her toward you in a great embrace. You felt a splash at your feet and arms wrap around you hesitantly.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she apologized earnestly. You both pulled away slightly. “I completely forgot and I feel like a complete jerk-“

“You dropped your beer,” you interrupted her. Your monotone made her smile and laugh. It was something so simple that didn’t compare to the situation that was happening.

“I hadn’t even noticed.” She smiled and pecked the corner of your lips. She looked down at your hand and held it gently with her own, toying with the tips of your fingers. Looking back up to meet your eyes, her face became soft. “Do you wanna go?”

You took a deep breath and looked at her as if she had confused you for someone else. “No, it’s okay! But if you wanna stay. I’ll just go–”

She quickly shushed you and held your face in her hands. “Shh, baby… I love you more than some… party.” She giggled at the situation.

“Are you sure? Have you even talked to your friends yet?” All of your questions made her shut you up again, pressing her lips to yours, trying to get you to stop mumbling into your kiss.

She pulled away and gave you a knowing look. You just replied with a small smile on your lips. Natalie furrowed her brows as she licked her lips once over. “Is that cherry?”

“Yeah, it came in, like, a pack of four.” You giggled in response to her behavior.

“That gives us one more reason to leave,” She moved her hands to grab yours, pulling you away from the rest of the party. “We have to try all of them. If they’re as good as they taste, ya know.”

[rhiannonsknife]

okay but what about fwb between r and nat? them hooking up to forget lottie and jackie (it does not work ofc but they kinda into it) and maybe, just maybee jackie finds out and is mad jealous.

okay okay here’s the thing i feel like the reader in our little ‘secretly hooking up with jackie’ universe would be too devoted for a fwb situation with nat. BUT! i kinda love this idea, so here we are!! nsfw so mdni!

so, this whole thing would start off as a bad idea altogether. it’d be nat who suggests it:

you’re both sitting on the hood of your car in the school parking lot, the late-night sky stretching above you. it’s quiet, save for the distant hum of cars on the highway. the party you’d both escaped is still raging a few blocks away, but neither of you felt like staying. watching jackie this close to jeff for half the night had been enough to ruin your mood, and nat had only come as your plus one anyway.

now, you’re sipping a disgustingly warm beer, watching her as she stares off into the distance, her knee bouncing restlessly. you immediately know why; you weren’t the only one with your eyes glued onto someone you could not have all throughout the night.

“feels like we’re fucking invisible huh?” nat snorts, taking a drag from her cigarette.

you glance at her, momentarily stunned by the vulnerability in her voice. “yeah” you admit.

she turns to look at you then, her sharp edges dulled by the glow of the streetlamp overhead. “at least we’re in the same boat,”

you smile faintly, shrugging. “guess so…”

nat’s gaze drops to her lap, and she mumbles, almost too quiet to hear, “maybe we could just help each other out…?”

you raise an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

you know what she means. you also know nat had some drinks tonight, but not enough to suggest something like that without genuinely meaning it.

“you know…“ she says, flicking off her cigarette. “forget about them for a while”

ypu take a moment to consider this. the idea settles in your chest, not entirely unwelcome. it’s reckless and messy and doomed to go wrong at some point. but maybe that’s why you don’t hate it. “you’re serious?”

nat smirks, her usual confidence returning as she raises an eyebrow at you. “why not? not gonna chicken out, are you?”

this challenge is all it takes.

the first time, it’s rushed and awkward. you’re tangled up in the backseat of your car, her hands fumbling with your shirt as you bump elbows and stifle nervous laughter.

it’s not romantic, getting fucked by her in the cramped space. not even close. but it’s enough.

it’s good: feeling the touch of somebody who’s not jackie (though you can’t help but think of her as nat finally slides her fingers into you after taking way too long to get the rings off her fingers). and nat knows what she’s doing: though she’s not who you actually want, there’s no awkwardness in the way she puts her mouth on you, like there certainly would’ve been with jackie. she expertly sucks on your clit and fucks her fingers into you at just the right pace. she doesn’t tell you to be quiet, either, instead hums encouragingly every time you moan for her. she doesn’t mind it when it’s jackie’s name you’re calling as you cum.

it’s enough to make you forget the ache in your chest, the way jackie had smiled at jeff when she kisses him. enough to chase away nat’s frustration of watching lottie from afar.

“this is…weird, right?” you ask afterward, breathless and sprawled across the worn leather seat, panties not yet back in place.

“totally,” nat agrees, lighting a cigarette and grinning lazily. “but not bad, right?” she inhales from it with your arousal still smeared across the lower half of her face.

you laugh, shaking your head, and she offers you the cigarette. you take it, your fingers brushing hers briefly. for the first time in a long while, you feel something other than invisible.

“still thinking about her?” you ask as you roll one of the windows down.

“still thinking about her,” nat admits. “you?”

“yeah”

it becomes a habit. a reckless, self-destructive habit. whenever jackie’s hand lingers on jeff’s arm a little too long or lottie flashes that radiant smile at someone who isn’t nat, you find each other. sometimes it’s the backseat of your car like that first time; sometimes it’s your empty house after school, or the locker rooms after practice.

of course, no matter how many times you and nat find solace in each other, jackie is still jackie, and lottie is still lottie. still, you don’t stop. it’s too easy to fall into this routine, too easy to let yourselves drown in something that feels good when everything else feels so impossibly hard.

nat is unapologetic, her hands rough but sure. the way she moves, with such confidence, pulls you out of your own head in a way that nothing else seems to these days. there’s no tenderness in what you’re doing, there’s no space for it. it’s all urgency and frustration, a way to keep the feelings you don’t want to name at bay.

jackie remains a constant presence in your thoughts, even when you’re tangled up with nat. you see her in flashes: her perfect laugh, her hair catching the sunlight during practice, the way she chews her pen when she’s bored in class. every time nat’s lips trail down your neck or her hands slide under your shirt, jackie’s face flickers behind your eyelids.

it’s not that nat doesn’t notice. she’s not stupid. but she doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. she’ll hear the way jackie’s names will slip from your lips. so do you, when you’re inside her.

but that’s not what this is about.

the two of you don’t talk much afterward, either. nat will light a cigarette and offer you one and you’ll sit side by side in silence. there’s a strange comfort in the routine anyway. in knowing that someone else understands what it’s like to want something (or someone) you can’t have.

it all falls apart when jackie finds out.

it’s after practice, the locker room mostly empty. nat had lingered, as usual, waiting for you to finish up so you could sneak off together. she’d leaned against the lockers, smirking as she watched you tie your shoes.

“what’re you doing later?” she asked casually, stepping closer.

you shrugged, glancing up at her. “why?”

nat grinned, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. “just thought we could hang out” she said, leaning in closer and shifting from side to side.

it has become too easy to fall into the banter. to let your hand slide up to her hip as she towers above you.

only that jackie was still there then. that she’s heard everything. and that she’s bursting in now that she’s seen enough.

“what the fuck is this?”

her voice cuts you off and both you and nat snap out of it. jackie steps out from around the corner, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of confusion and anger.

“jackie-” you start.

her eyes only flicker between you and nat, her jaw tightening. “so this is why you’ve been so weird lately? sneaking around with her?”

nat rolls her eyes, stepping forward with her own arms crossed. “what’s it to you, taylor? you’ve got jeff, don’t you?”

“that’s not the point” jackie snaps instantly, not even bothering to look over at her. “i trusted you!”

“jackie it’s not like that”

“then what is it like?” she demands. “because it looks pretty clear to me!”

you open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. how do you tell her that it was always her? that no matter what you do with nat, it is jackie who haunts your thoughts, jackie who you want more than anything?

nat steps in then, her voice sharp. “look, maybe you should ask yourself why you care so much. you’ve got everything you want, right? why does this even bother you?”

jackie glares at her, her eyes blazing. “stay out of this,” she hisses.

“stay out of what? you’re the one who’s making this a whole thing!”

“you don’t get it. this isn’t about you!” she points a trembling finger at nat before turning back to you. “but you…how could you do this?” jackie doesn’t wait for an answer. “i thought i knew you,” she says, her voice quieter now, laced with something dangerously close to hurt.

“jackie, wait-“ you take another step toward her, but she backs away, shaking her head.

“don’t,” she snaps. “just…don’t.” her voice cracks again, and for a moment, it looks like she might say something else. but then she turns on her heel and storms out of the locker room, her footsteps echoing in the hollow space.

the door slams shut, and the silence that follows is deafening.

nat exhales sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. “well. that went great”

you shoot her a glare, but it’s half-hearted. the fight has gone out of you, leaving only an ache in its place. “this isn’t funny.”

“wasn’t trying to be,” nat mutters, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. guilt, maybe? “look, she’ll cool off. just give her some time!”

[gtgbabie0]

synopsis: {you get into a mini fight with Shauna and Natalie has to take of the damage}

I’m procrastinating hard rn. my thirteen drafts are killing me so have this, she’s such a cutie patootie <3

Shauna just keeps pushing and pushing and fucking pushing— a snide comment here, an ‘accidental’ shove there an insult thrown at you for no apparent reason. It was pissing you off and no matter how many times you try to be the bigger person, to walk away and busy yourself with your chores or just simply ignore her— she still found a way to get under your skin.

There really was only so much you could take.

It didn’t help that she constantly looked like she was seconds away from going on a murderous rampage, you being at the very top of that list, brows knitted and lips curled— paired with that fake smile she flashes or the sarcasm that drowns her every word that tested your patience, not to mention the heat— the sun's rays becoming hotter and hotter each day, the air drier and thicker with an ever-increasing tension. You truly were hanging on by a thread.

“Just stay away from her today, please.” Natalie had whispered to you this morning, just as the first peaks of sunlight hit the horizon— her fingers working through your hair to put it up and out of your eyes, pressing soft kisses to your sleepy face.

Of course you tried— really you did. The last thing you wanted was to trouble your girlfriend further; she already had enough to deal with it. Yet here you were, daring to step closer to Shauna, mustering up the gentlest, friendliest tone so you could ask her for help even if it nearly damn kills you to do so.

Despite your best efforts, you're shot down by her narrowed eyes. “Can’t you do anything for yourself?” She sneers, teeth bared, and itching for a fight. “Or are you just gonna be Natalie’s lap dog for the rest of your life?”

Shauna doesn’t stop and wait for your response, instead, she pushes past you— shoulder slamming into your own with all that high school soccer force, and well you snap, shoving her back with a scoff and it felt good. Awfully good. The way she spins around to face you, the shock on her face, the flicker of anger in her eyes. You shoot back a murmured— “Bitch” beneath your breath loud enough for her to hear, feeling far too cocky.

Short-lived. Because her elbow is flying into your face, the bone hitting your nose making your eyes go all teary— a burning sensation tingling through your skull. Everything else is a blur of adrenaline as you surge into her like you’re suddenly an MMA fighter, smack bang in the middle of camp.

“Hey— hey, what the fuck?!” Natalie breaks through the small crowd of girls, fingers curling into the collar of your shirt to yank you back whilst Tai pushes Shauna away— everyone’s voices blending together in one big, dull jargon of complaints.

Natalie’s hands are rough against your hot cheeks as she tips your head backwards to take a look at your nose— red, thick blood trickling down past your lips and over your chin, smudged across your jaw. “What happened?” She demands, turning to catch Shauna’s glare.

“You need to get your fucking dog a leash.” There's a mean scowl over her face and an even meaner bite to her tone, rolling her brown eyes as Natalie continues to fuss over you before storming into her teepee— Melissa at her heels.

“Err— everyone just go back to what you were doing.” Natalie huffs awkwardly before turning back to you— face pinching into a frown as she practically drags you back to her own teepee.

“Nat—”

“Don’t. Not right now.”

It’s a losing fight so you shut your mouth, giving her time to cool down, head still tipped back as blood continues to thickly trickle from your nose— some of which has now dried uncomfortably against your skin which she gently begins to wipe away with a wet rag, bowl of water beside her. The silence is nearly deafening, occasionally broken up by your pathetic attempt to sniffle and water sloshing around in the blow.

Your eyes dare to flicker up to meet her own, dark, frustrated slits, full lips curled downwards. A frown that made you practically twitch with nerves, you let out a heavy sigh from your lips— your nose completely clogged up.

The air between you both is cut, sharply by her sudden words— “What did I tell you?” she was pissed if it wasn’t painstakingly obvious before.

The whole “she started it!” argument is trapped behind your clenched teeth because you know for a fact it’ll only serve to dig yourself a deeper hole— even if you were completely right, you’d have to bite your pride on this one so you settle for a meek— “Sorry, but she was pissing me off.” your sheepish smile softens her hard gaze, ever weak to that pretty face of yours.

“You’re such a dumbass.” Despite her words, her tone is a lot gentler, which makes you visibly relax, shoulders dropping.

You fail to bite back a smirk. “Hey, you chose this. Says more about you I think.”

She rolls her eyes, nudging her knuckles against your jaw gently to correct your posture as she continues to clean your blood up— “Yeah, that I apparently have horrible taste in women.”

“Dick.” You give her a nasally chuckle, eyes following hers as she gently presses a clean piece of fabric under your nose, the blood thankfully slowing down— a soft grin breaks out across her lips at the way you lean into her touch. “Is it broken?”

“No, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch for the next few days.” She sighs, letting her thumb brush along your warm cheek as she adds— “And you’re gonna have a killer headache.” That was given, considering the fact it feels like someone has just stuffed cotton into your brain.

The words in the back of your throat melt away as she brushes a kiss to the bridge of your nose— sore and aching— her hands holding your face and it’s enough to make your frustrations melt completely, smiling to yourself. Natalie truly could never stay mad at you, even if you could be the biggest idiot known to mankind at times.

“I can’t lose you out here.” The vulnerability in her voice hits you hard, making your stomach churn— hands resting over the curve of her waist as she presses her forehead to yours. “Not after everything.”

The weight of her words linger, rattling around in your mind and a tiny part of you felt oddly warmed by them— she really did love you. “I’m hard to get rid of,” you reply and it would be a tease if it weren’t for the way your voice quivers. “I’ll be careful, no more fist fights.”

You seal the promise with a kiss to her lips and it seems to be enough for now, the coppery taste of blood making her pull back as your nose begins to bleed once more— “C’mere, you mess.” She smirks, voice a little rough, cleaning you back up again in between tender kisses.

[mirrored-muse]

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ɴ.s

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 752 (ʙʟᴜʀʙ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀᴛ ʙʀᴀɪᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴏʀᴄᴄɪᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴛ ꜰɪᴄ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏᴏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ.

The cabin smelled like pine, smoke, and whatever passed as dinner the night before, but all you could focus on was the feeling of Natalie’s fingers threading through your hair. It was slow and careful, which was rare for Natalie, she was usually all sharp edges and restless energy. But with you she was gentle.

“You’re lucky I know how to do this,” Natalie muttered, pulling a section of hair tight before weaving it into the braid. “My mom never did shit like this for me.”

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, hands resting in your lap as Natalie worked. “Where’d you learn then?”

Natalie let out a short breath like she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “Taught myself. Had to.” She paused, then added, “Watched a couple of girls do it in the locker room once. Figured it out.”

A small mischievous smile made its way onto your face. “So you were staring at other girls in the locker room?”

Natalie scoffs and tugs on your braid, not hard, but enough to make you laugh. Muttering a disgruntled “Shut up.”

The fire crackled across the cabin, casting everything in a soft orange glow. Outside, the others were already starting to drink, their voices carrying through the thin walls. The whole thing was stupid, honestly, getting dressed up like they weren’t starving, like they weren’t trapped. But maybe that was the point. Pretending, just for a night, that things weren’t as bad as they were.

Natalie tied off the braid with a scrap of string before leaning back on her hands, studying you. “There. You look… good.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Just good?”

Natalie smirked. “Okay, fine. You look hot. Whatever.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the little mirror the girl scavenged, barely able to see your reflection in the dim light, but it was enough. Nat had been careful, making sure it wasn’t messy, and that the strands were even. It was stupid, how much that made your heart ache.

You looked back at Natalie, watching the way the firelight flickered against her face, catching in the strands of her wild blonde hair. She was beautiful, in a way she probably didn’t even realize.

“You should let me do yours,” You said suddenly.

Natalie snorted. “Yeah, no chance.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d look ridiculous.”

You shift onto your knees, reaching out before Natalie can pull away. “Just let me try,” you insist, already taking a section of her hair between your fingers.

Natalie sighed but didn’t stop you. “Fine. But if you make me look stupid, I’m unbraiding yours out of spite.”

You grin, leaning in a little closer. “Deal.”

You worked carefully, trying to mimic the way Natalie’s fingers had moved through your hair just minutes ago. But somehow, it wasn’t coming out the same. Maybe it was because Natalie’s hair was wilder, or maybe you just weren’t as good at this as you thought.

Still, Natalie sat there, letting you do it, as a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you. Every once in a while, you would peek over at her face, expecting some sarcastic remark, but Natalie just kept staring at the fire, her expression unreadable.

When you finally finished, you sat back, biting your lip. “Okay… done.”

Natalie reached up, hesitating for a second before feeling the braid. It was loose, uneven, and barely hanging on. You couldn’t help but wince as you watched Natalie’s fingers run over the mess you’d made.

“Wow,” Natalie said, blinking a few times. “This is… something.”

You groaned. “It’s bad, you hate it.”

Natalie hesitated for a second too long. “No!”

You narrow your eyes, trying to fight back a smile. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Natalie huffed a laugh, finally turning to face you. “Okay, yeah, it’s kinda bad. But, like, in a good way.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, reaching to undo it, but Natalie grabbed your wrist before she could.

“Leave it,” She said, softer this time. “You did it. So I’m keeping it.”

For a moment, you just looked at Nat, admiring her. Everything else fading into the background, the chill in the air, the hunger, the storm creeping in outside. None of it mattered. Just her. Just this.

Natalie smirked, nudging you gently with her knee. “Now, let’s go get drunk and pretend everything’s fine.”

You laugh and shake your head, but when Natalie stands and holds out a hand, you take it without hesitation.

[angeluvvs]

🌿. taylor x ash, tslocg

with a shot of..

good luck, babe! (coming soon)

🥭. jackie taylor, yellowjackets

absolute sweetheart

🗝️. natalie scatorccio, yellowjackets

sweet secret

🌴. sydney novak, ianowt

you wanna learn?

love me anyway

🥑. robin buckley, stranger things

don't miss me

feeling stuck?

how to properly fall in love

personal chef

payback

au revoir! have a great day, great night, or a great life <3

[xflixer7]

Natalie x fem reader

They are at Natalie's house, because nats parents are gone out somewhere, and reader wanted to go, and Nat and reader are definition of grumpy gf x sunshine gf

Nat was smoking and reader tries but just choked and gets upset 😭😭

pairings:natalie scatorccio x female reader

warnings:kissing? nothing to crazy pipe down

word count:650(rounded)

it all started when nat was talking about random things to you while untying her cleats “well my moms not home so-“ “OH MY GOD” “what?” “can we go to yours?” “no y/n i like your house better you know that” “BUT PLEASSSSEEE” “your not talking me out of this i said no.” “IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOUL-“

…..

…..

“i can’t believe you convinced me to do this” you smile brightly at her while you guys get in your car “hm? it’s not like i haven’t been there before” “yah but-never mind” “what’s wrong?” “nothing” “we don’t have to go if you really don’t want to…” you sigh and look down “for fucks sake y/n drive before i change my mind” you smile and turn the key

the door opened she sighed and walked to the fridge opening the door before slamming it “uggghh there’s nothing to eat in this shithole can we just go to your house” “no nat! we’re already here so” “fine”

“ok what to watch” nat clicks her tongue “nightmare on elm street?” “bleh no way not again” “ok well all we have is that or disney movies “oh a disney movie! let’s watch that”she sighed and put the tape in the vhs player you guys sit together watching the little mermaid

nat gets up and grunts walking to the bathroom you frown and look at her coming back into the room with two baggys her hand weed and rolling paper “no nat” “what?” “i wanted to watch it with you” “but i am watching it promise” you pause the movie “ok than what just happened she looks at you with her eyebrow’s furrowed “what?” “what just happened because you were watching it” “omg y/n” “what tell me what happened” “uh she put the fork in her hair or whatever” “WRONG” “her dad just destroyed all of her things she collected from the humans” “your weird” you frown and look at her rolling one

“ok well those can’t taste good” “want to try” she says smirking at you holding the blunt out in front of you “um ok” you sit criss cross in front of her she lights it and brings the blunt to her mouth inhaling than exhaling “ok gimmie” you say reaching out for it and putting it in between your lips sucking the smoke into you mouth it quickly fills into your lungs you start a coughing fit waving your hands in your face

….

….

“BAHAHAHAHAHA-“ “I CANT BREATHE” you finally calm down after lots of water and breathing “YUCK!” “and you! you laughed at me” “i’m so very sorry dear y/n” you pout and unpause the movie turning on to your side “awww y/n” you grunt and stand up walking out of the room “where are you going??” “IM GETTING A POPSICLE” “HEY GET ME ONE” “GET IT YOURSELF” she scoffs and brings the blunt to her lips you walk back in silently with two popsicles in your hand both wrapped in paper towels you give one to her and sit back down

“aww so sweet of you” “yah yah” you eat your popsicles watching the movie “y/n y/n” nat shakes your arm “what” you say blankly looking at her she kisses you you jolt up and kiss her back than pull away “no i’m mad at you” “aw i’m very sorry for laughing at you dearest wife” “that’s good for now..” she laughs and you kiss again you pull away still holding your popsicle stick in one hand “you taste yucky” “i take offense to that” “no still love you don’t worry! but put that down” you look down at her joint she sighs and puts it out on her side table

“oh look there getting married how cuteeeee” “bleh” “aww there kissing” nat covered your eyes “your too young for these rated r seens!!” you push her hand off of you “oh shut up” you grab her face and kiss all over her “am i too young for that?” “well that’s different..” “ah i see”

send more!! there’s are fun to make hope you like it

-🙈

[ruassurvivalkit]

💫❤️‍🔥RUA'S MASTERLIST❤️‍🔥💫

💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

🕊 - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

• Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

[rhiannonsknife]

hello! i absolutely love your writing— you’ve honestly become one of my favorite accts!

i was thinking of perhaps a little blurb or something of lottienat x reader in an established relationship, and the three of them are having sex for the first time, and they see R’s nipple piercings. like, oh my god, imagine their faces.

and if not lottienat, then maybe just one of them? whatever you’re comfortable with!

thank youuu xxx

thank you anon!! <33 i went with lottienat for this one! nsfw below so mdni!

you’ve been with your girlfriends for a couple of months now and it had only ever been a matter of time until the three of you would be intimate together.

you’re not a virgin and neither are they, but something about having sex with two people at the same time feels oddly intimidating. it’s not that you don’t trust them -you do, more than anyone, but navigating a relationship with two people was something new for all of you. it took time to adjust, to figure out how to balance the dynamic and what it meant to be together in this way.

now, as you’ve gotten plenty more comfortable in the dynamic and got the hang of having two girlfriends, the intimacy comes naturally.

there’s no question that all three of you want this; you’re very aware of it. still, until recently, no one had been quite bold enough to say it out loud. then came the night where a cuddle session turned into lazy grinding and stifled moans in your ear as you felt two pairs of hands roaming all over your body…you left lottie’s absolutely soaked that night and knew it would not be long until you’d be going all the way.

during all of this, it never occurred to you to mention your piercings. truthfully, you’d expected them to know already: you never bother to hide them, usually ditching a bra to subtly show them off through the tight fabric of a shirt or tops. turns out your girlfriends don’t stare half as much as your pierced tits as you want them to expected.

nat is on top of you, the cold metal of her rings digging into the flesh of your abdomen as she pushes her hands up your shirt. meanwhile, lottie sits behind you, nipping on your neck and humming when she hears your soft gasps.

with the house all to yourselves and lottie’s parents out of town, you don't have to hold back or worry about getting caught.

“can i?” nat murmurs against your mouth, tugging on the fabric. she smiles when you nod, and carefully pulls your shirt over your head before carelessly tossing it over her shoulder.

when she turns back to face you, and her gaze drops to your chest eagerly, she freezes. her eyes widen comically, and her mouth falls open in surprise.

“what?” you ask, confused as to why she’s staring at you like this. lottie, who can’t see your nipples from where she’s sitting, also tilts her head at nat.

it’s only when she gestures with a vague motion toward your chest that you glance down, remembering. your piercings glint under the soft light, small silver bars catching their attention. lottie peeks over your shoulder, her jaw dropping as she spots the jewelry.

“oh,” you mutter, suddenly self-conscious. “i…never mentioned these, did i?”

“no. you absolutely did not,” nat says, a grin spreading across her face as she leans in closer to inspect the fully healed piercings. her eyes dart between your face and your chest, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head. “how the hell did i not notice through your shirts?”

lottie, on the other hand, leans forward slowly, her expression less teasing and more…curious. she runs her fingers up your side until she’s cupping the underside of one breast in each hand.

her gaze is warm, intrigued but careful, like she’s making sure you’re comfortable still. “they’re beautiful,” she says softly, her voice soothing any nerves that might’ve crept in.

nat snorts, shaking her head with a smirk. “of course you’d say that” she turns back to you, clearly amused. “seriously, when did this happen? were you hiding these on purpose?”

“no!” you laugh, putting your hand on top of hers where they sit on your abdomen. “it’s just…not something that came up, i guess? got them done a while ago. kind of a whim thing”

lottie tilts her head, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. “a whim?”

“well…okay, maybe a bit of a rebellious phase,” you admit, smiling sheepishly.

nat chuckles, “that tracks!” her grin softens into something more genuine as she adds, “but seriously, those are cool. you should’ve said something sooner”

lottie nods in agreement, her hand brushing lightly up your arm. “you don’t have to hide anything from us. you know that, right?”

the sincerity in her voice makes you smile appreciatively, and you nod. “i know. i just didn’t think it was a big deal!”

“well, it is now!” nat says decisively, her fingers twitching as if she’s resisting the urge to reach out and touch. “no way i’m letting you wear a shirt ever again”

you roll your eyes, feeling both amused and flustered under their shared attention. “okay, first of all, this isn’t some grand reveal! it’s just piercings!”

“just piercings?” nat teases. “don’t undersell them, babe!”

you huff a laugh. “i’m never going to hear the end of this, am i?”

“not a chance,” nat says and lottie adds: “not from her, anyway,” with a teasing smile, though her gaze lingers on you just as long.

after a pause of both of them just blatantly staring at your exposed chest, nat breaks the silence. clearing her throat she asks: “can we…” she licks her lips. “touch?”

the very second you give them your consent, lottie’s hands roam up your sides and nat starts pressing gentle kisses to your torso. lottie’s fingers reach your nipples first, tugging them between her index and thumb.

you already knew you were sensitive there, but having your girlfriend’s hands on them makes you arch your back instantly.

“oh fuck” you gasp, lashes fluttering in pleasure.

lottie hums against your neck and nat’s eyes flicker up to yours when she closes her lips around the other nipple, sucking gently. the metal clinks against her teeth over the whine she draws from your lips.

“do you like that?” lottie whispers, rolling it between her fingers.

you nod and her free hand sneaks around your front to grab a fistful of nat’s hair. like this, lottie tilts her head back so nat looking up at both of you. her lips are wet and puffy already.

“tell her” lottie instructs you, momentarily letting go of your nipple to suck on her fingers, lubing them up before putting them back on you. “tell her she’s making you feel good”

“so good nat” you pant, nodding.

nat smiles faintly before lowering her head again, lottie’s hand curling up in her hair to keep her pressed tightly to your chest before wandering lower.

[rhiannonsknife]

— BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER (part 3)

— summary: you try to cope with what happened. nat notices. masterlist.

— warnings: period typical homophobia. angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. friends to lovers.

nat has always been good at reading people. it’s a survival skill more than anything; you learn to read people when you grow up like she did, learn to predict their next moves. it’s also one of the things that’s made her such a strong player on the field: she can sense when an opponent is off balance, when the game isn’t quite going their way. that’s when she knows it is her turn to strike.

right now, it’s not the soccer she’s worried about. it’s you.

since the night at the arcade and bowling alley, things have felt different. you’ve been distant, not quite yourself, but nat can’t put her finger on it. it’s like she’s missing the center piece of a puzzle.

it’s subtle at first. in the hallway before first period, she catches sight of you by your locker, but when she raises a hand to wave, you’re already turning away. you disappear into the crowd like you didn’t see her. perhaps you really didn’t.

usually, you’re the one who greets her with that big, easy smile. it doesn’t sit right with her that that is gone.

later that day, when she sees you again, even your posture is unlike you. there’s a tension in the way you hold yourself, like you’re bracing for something to happen.

even the cheerleaders you’re usually surrounded by seem to act different. they’re too stiff. too quiet.

she debates walking over, but something holds her back. nat doesn’t want to push it if you’re having a bad day. besides, she has a game coming up and jackie’s already on her about ‘not getting distracted’.

still, the suspicion deepens as the day drags on. even during practice, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. the other yellowjackets are their usual rowdy selves, joking around as they warm up, but nat can’t focus. her passes are sloppy, her shots off-target. when jackie calls her out in passing, nat just shrugs, muttering something about a bad night’s sleep.

she keeps glancing at the sidelines, half-expecting you to show up. you’d usually be there, exiting gym with some of the other girls from cheer squad.

it’s not until the end of practice, when van throws her an arm and says, “oh, by the way, saw your little cheerleader watching us yesterday,” that some of the pieces start to fall into place.

nat freezes, water bottle halfway to her mouth. “what?”

“your girl,” van says with a grin, peeling off her gloves. “she was out by the bleachers during warm-ups. thought she’d come say hi, but she didn’t stick around long. weird, huh?”

nat frowns, her mind racing. she doesn’t get a chance to ask because practice ends, and jackie’s already calling out that everyone’s heading to the diner.

she barely hears the rest of van’s words, and doesn’t follow the team that night. she heads home with her mind tangled in questions instead, too preoccupied with worrying about you to enjoy the usual yellowjacket-bonding activities jackie suggests. the thoughts gnaw at her. maybe you were just passing through. maybe it didn’t mean anything.

it is so unlike herself to spend as much time worrying about somebody else. a cheerleader, out of all people.

nat scoffs and pushes her headphones over her ears, flipping the tape in her walkman to rewind. whatever you’re doing to her, she doesn’t like it.

the next day, things feel off again.

nat starts looking for you in the hallways between classes, expecting at least a smile or a shy greeting, but you’re nowhere to be found.

when she does catch a glimpse of you -on your way out of the cafeteria, books clutched tight to your chest- you move like you’re in a hurry, and she doesn’t have time to call out to you before you disappear down the next hall.

her frustration mounts over the next few days. you don’t sit at the same spot on the bleachers during practice. you don’t linger near the field after school. you don’t wave at her in passing. she doesn’t even see you with the rest of the cheerleaders at practice.

it’s not outright avoidance, nat tells herself, you’re probably just busy. but it’s the absence that stings. the absence of you, and the silence that comes with it. nat hates that she cares.

but she does, to a point where even van starts to notice:

“hey, whatever happened to your cheerleader?” she asks casually one afternoon, tossing a soccer ball up and catching it repeatedly. “thought she’d be hanging around more by now. did you scare her off or something?”

“oh fuck off,” she mutters, lacing up her cleats. “maybe she’s just got other stuff going on?”

van doesn’t press, but nat can feel her curious gaze lingering. she’s not sure what it is with the yellowjackets’ goalkeeper, but something in the way van glances her way tells nat that she knows more than she lets on.

by the time the week ends, nat’s patience has run thin. she spends practice distracted, eyes flicking to the gym’s exit every chance she gets, hoping to catch sight of you.

nothing.

it’s friday, and the team is gathered on the field, but nat is barely paying attention.

“are you okay?” jackie calls from the sidelines, clearly fully in her role as the team’s captain as she stretches one leg out in front of her.

“yeah,” nat says, but it comes out too sharp. she busies herself with tightening her laces, trying to ignore the knot forming in her stomach. jackie raises an eyebrow at her tone, but van is already jogging over before she can ask further questions. “still thinking about your cheerleader?”

nat shoots her a glare. van just smirks.

“i’m just saying,” she holds up her hands up in mock surrender. “if i were you, i’d just ask her what’s up! easier than moping about it!”

“i’m not moping,” nat snaps, but van is running off again, laughing at something tai is calling out in their direction.

nat bites back a sarcastic reply, knowing jackie is still in earshot. besides, van is right: it’s not like you’ve vanished. you’re just…distant. out of reach. it’s starting to feel like you’ve put up some kind of wall that nat can’t get past.

she doesn’t know why it’s bothering her so much, but it is.

monday comes too quickly.

the weekend hadn’t been nearly enough time to figure out what to do, to pick yourself up after everything that happened, or to muster the courage to face the week ahead.

you’d considered skipping school entirely, at least for a few days. it’s not like you haven’t done it before, but this feels different.

only the thought of walking those halls again, of hearing the whispers and feeling the stares burn into your back, makes you feel nauseous. the cheer squad’s words still echo in your mind. you’ve replayed the confrontation too many times, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, trying to convince yourself that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought. but it was. you know it was.

you almost don’t make it to school at all: you stare at the ceiling for an extra hour that morning, the temptation of just saying in bed much more pleasant than having to face it all over again. you could stay home. no one would care. no one would even notice.

in the end of the day, and pathetically enough, it is the thought of nat that gets you out of bed: her laugh, her warmth, the way she looked at you when you felt like everything was falling apart in that party bathroom. the way she stood up for you at the arcade. she’s the first person who ever dared to speak to your ex like this and she did it for you.

you make it to school, at least, but it doesn’t feel much like an accomplishment. every step down the hallway feels more like a punishment, every glance thrown your way sharper than the last.

by the time lunch rolls around, you’re ready to call it quits and leave, but as you make your way into the cafeteria, something stops you in your tracks.

it’s nat.

she’s sitting with van, laughing about something. her hair is in its usual mess, her jacket -the one she let you borrow- slung over one shoulder.

you curls your hands to fists by your sides, debating whether to slip out unnoticed. before you can decide on what to do, she looks up.

nat sees you and catches up with you before you make it to the door and escape the confrontation.

“hey!” she calls, her voice cutting through the cafeteria noise. “wait up!”

you freeze, despite every muscle in your body screaming for you to keep walking. when you turn around, nat is closing the distance between you, her expression soft but still cautious.

“hey,” you manage to say, barely above a whisper.

she tilts her head. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing. i’m fine,”

nat doesn’t buy it. “bullshit,” she scoffs. “you’ve been avoiding me all week. you barely even look at me anymore. did i do something?”

her assumption hits like a punch to the gut. of course she’d think this is about her. of course she’d blame herself.

“no!” you promise quickly, shaking your head. “it’s not you. i swear!”

“then what is it?” she asks, her voice softer now, yet still firm. “because something is wrong. don’t tell me it’s nothing, because i know it’s not!”

you glance around the cafeteria, all the noise and movement suddenly overwhelming. your skin prickles with the sensation of too many eyes, too many voices.

“can we not do this here?”

“come on,” nat says, noticing your discomfort and jerking her head toward the exit. she steers you outside, past the parking lot and down the familiar route to the soccer field. it’s cooler out here, but quieter too. she stops by the bleachers, climbing up a few rows before settling down and gesturing for you to join her. the wide-open space seems almost jarring after the cramped, noisy cafeteria. it feels better. less suffocating.

“okay,” nat says, leaning back on her hands, her sharp gaze locked on you. “talk to me!”

you hesitate before sitting down next to her. “i…” you start, your voice faltering. “it’s complicated!”

“uncomplicate it,” she prompts. “just tell me what’s going on!”

the words stick in your throat. you glance at her, then down at your hands, then out at the empty soccer field. “i’m trying,”

nat softens, her posture relaxing as she sits up straighter. “take your time,” she says gently. “i’m not going anywhere!”

her patience only makes it harder to hold everything in. you can feel the walls you’ve built up over the week starting to crack. you swallow hard, your throat dry as you stare out at the empty pitch. still, nat waits, her gaze steady, unrelenting but patient.

“it’s the cheer squad,” you say, finally.

nat frowns, her brows knitting together. “what about them?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, and doesn’t sound like you at all. “they found out about us. well-” you shake your head and cut yourself off, your cheeks burning hot. “not us. because there isn’t an ‘us’! but they saw me with you. and that was enough,”

nat leans forward, her elbows on her knees as she taps her index against her cheek. the dark nail polish is a stark contrast to her pale skin. “enough for what?”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “enough for them to tell me that i’m…not one of them anymore,”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, looking anywhere but at her. “it means i’m out. subtly, of course. they didn’t kick me out outright or anything. just made it clear that if i stayed, it’d be hell. so i left!”

you hate how small your voice sounds, how defeated you feel just admitting it.

“because they think you’re gay?”

“because they know i’m gay,” you correct sharply. “because they saw you with me and that’s enough, apparently!”

nat’s frown deepens, her eyes narrowing. “that’s bullshit. they don’t get to treat you like that. they don’t get to make you feel like this!”

“yeah, well, they’ve got a point”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

you gesture to the field, the bleachers, the school behind you. “this is wiskayok. people like me don’t get to have normal lives here. we don’t get to fit in. what happens when they start looking at you, too?”

nat stares at you, her jaw set. “what are you saying?”

“i’m saying i don’t want to drag you down with me!” the words burst out of you. you’re standing now, pacing a few steps before spinning back around to face her. “you have things going for you, nat! you’re part of the yellowjackets, you-“

“and you think i care about any of that?” nat cuts in.

“well, you should,” you shoot back. “because if they start whispering about you, you might lose it too!”

“you think i’m scared of a bunch of idiots who can’t mind their own business? you think i’m going to let them decide who i spend my time with?”

the conviction in her voice makes your heart stutter. you open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out and nat is quick to speak again:

“they don’t matter,” she says firmly. “not the cheerleaders, not the assholes who whisper behind your back. and they sure as hell don’t get to decide who i want to be around!”

“it’s not that simple, nat. you don’t get it,”

“then explain it to me,” she urges. “because all i see is you trying to carry this shit on your own when you don’t have to!”

her words hit something raw inside you, a soft spot you’ve been trying to ignore for the past weeks. you clutch the strap of your bag like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. “i just…” your voice falters, and you look away, unable to meet her eyes. “i don’t want to ruin your life, too.”

nat scoffs. when you glance up at her, she’s smirking at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. “you think you’re that powerful?” she teases, one brow quirking up. “like you could ruin me even if you tried?”

her expression softens, and she steps closer, placing a hand on your arm. “listen,” she says seriously. “people are already talking about me. they’ve been for years.” she lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “do you think i care what they say?”

you look at her, something inside you flickering with relief.

“besides,” nat adds, her grin returning, “you’re free now. no more cheerleading drama. i’d say you should join us at yellowjackets practice. we could always use another player. i’m sure you’d be great!”

the suggestion is so absurd that you actually laugh, the sound surprising both of you. “yeah, right. i suck at soccer!”

“exactly,” she says. “that’s why it’d be fun!” her smile softens as she looks at you. “you don’t have to carry this on your own,” nat says after a moment.

you’re not sure what’s coming next, but for the first time in days, the weight feels a little bit lighter.

“alright, alright,” you say. “just don’t expect me to score any goals. i’ll be more of a cheerleader than anything else!”

“hey, we could always use a personal backup cheerleader,” she grins, clearly not letting up on the joke.

it starts small.

at first, you linger on the bleachers during practice, trying not to feel so out of place as the team runs drills. nat doesn’t make a big deal out of it, she just shoots you a quick grin every now and then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for you to be there, studying or getting homework done while the team practices.

the first time you sit through a full practice, you’re mostly ignored. van waves casually in passing, but the others are too focused to pay much attention. you’re fine with that, just being there feels like enough. it’s a welcome distraction from the gnawing ache in your chest every time you think about cheerleading and the fact that you would normally be in the gym with the rest of them at this time.

by the second week, though, things shift. jackie starts teasing you during water breaks, nudging nat with an exaggerated, “so, this is why you’re suddenly on time to practice!”

nat just rolls her eyes, but you catch the faint pink creeping up her neck as she mutters something about jackie minding her own business.

“hey, don’t scare her off,” van chimes in, grinning as she tosses her gloves onto the bench next to you. “we need like…a mascot or something!“

you snort. “pretty sure that’s not how soccer works!“

“we’ll make it work,” van says, plopping down beside you. “cmon, nat’s playing better since you’ve been here!”

nat glares at her. “oh you’re so full of it!”

“am i, though?” she quips, smirking beside you. “i’m just saying, she’s got a stake in this now. right?”

being around them feels easier every day, like you’re part of something even if you’re not on the team.

nat starts walking you home after practice too, her bag slung over one shoulder as you trail down the familiar streets. she doesn’t push you to talk about cheerleading or the girls who used to be your friends. instead, she fills the silence with stories about the team you’re now frequently hanging out with.

“i think i like your team way better than mine,” you admit once.

nat gives you a sidelong glance, her grin softening. “you could’ve joined us from the start, you know?”

as the days pass, you get used to the routines of yellowjackets practice. you start to learn some of their names and habits too: lottie, who always has a kind word when you catch her eye; misty, who’s not a player but still always tries her very hardest to be a part somehow, tai, whose competitive streak rivals nat’s and who’s always lingering near van, especially when they think no one’s watching.

by the third week, you’re no longer just a quiet presence on the sidelines. you cheer them on during scrimmages, laugh at their jokes, and trade sarcastic remarks with some of them in passing.

it’s not the same as cheerleading, not even close, but it feels like a new kind of belonging, one that doesn’t come with hushed judgment or conditional friendships.

one afternoon, as you’re sitting on the bleachers with nat’s jacket draped over your shoulders, she jogs over.

“hey,” she says, her voice casual but her eyes bright. “wanna come kick the ball around? you’ve been sitting there long enough. might as well see if you’re any good!”

you hesitate, glancing at the rest of the team. they must’ve planned this, judging by the way they’re all watching expectantly. “i don’t know…i’d probably suck!”

“probably,” she says, smirking. “but it’d be funny to watch!”

van, overhearing, calls out, “do it! we’ll let you take a shot at shauna!”

“i’m not even a goalie!” shauna yells back, laughing.

“well somebody has to go easy on her!”

before you can protest, nat grabs your hand and pulls you onto the field. it is warm against yours and your pulse quickens, not from the sudden movement, but from the way her fingers curl around yours like she’s done it a thousand times before. it takes you right back to the arcade, where she had shown you how to hold the plastic gun. this time, you don’t mind any of the eyes on you.

she guides you further onto the field, her fingers never leaving yours.

“don’t you dare let me miss,” you warn nat under your breath.

she grins, squeezing your hand lightly. “just don’t kick the ball into the stands!” her teasing tone softens the jab, but you can still feel your cheeks heat up.

“that’s a low blow!”

“you’re the one who’s scared to take a shot!”

van’s voice cuts through the moment, louder and playful from the sidelines. “you heard the girl! don’t let her chicken out, scatorccio!”

“shut up!” you and nat yell in unison as you turn to glare at her. it makes all three of you laugh.

the rest of the team, now standing around you to watch, joins in with their own shouts of encouragement.

“you’ve got this!” jackie says confidently, leaning against the goalpost. “show us that cheerleader skill!”

“do it like you’re trying to get a perfect high kick,” tai adds, her words more helpful in spirit than in practicality. you’re not even sure what that’s supposed to mean, and you give her an exasperated look. “oh, great, now you’re all expecting me to do some dramatic stunt!”

nat, still beside you, rests a hand on your shoulder, grounding you. her touch is steady, the faint pressure comforting. her breath is warm against your skin as she leans closer, her voice low and steady. “don’t overthink it. just…kick the damn ball!”

you take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs as you step toward the soccer ball. all eyes on the pitch are on you, watching expectantly. oddly enough, there’s something almost reassuring about it, too, like they’re are rooting for you no matter what.

at cheer practice, whenever you would be learning a new formation, it always seemed like everyone was just waiting for someone to slip, to mess up, to make a fool of themselves. it was as if the entire point of the drill was to expose the weaknesses, to create a moment where one mistake could make the rest of the team look even better. the pressure felt like a weight, and it was easy to feel like you were always on the verge of falling short. the yellowjackets are nothing like that.

there’s no sense of waiting for failure, no quiet anticipation for someone to trip or falter. instead, there’s a quiet kind of confidence in the air, an understanding that everyone will pick each other up.

so, you swing your leg, the kick sending the ball spinning wildly to the left, nowhere near the goal. it lands with an unceremonious thud far off target, and you can already hear the snickers.

“smooth,” shauna deadpans from the goal, but there’s no judgment in her voice, just the faintest hint of amusement.

the team bursts into playful applause. “nice try!” van shouts, cupping her hands around her mouth for extra volume. “better luck next time!”

nat shakes her head, though her smile hasn’t wavered and you laugh, along with her. “i think for now i’ll just cheer from the sidelines.”

as you make your way back to the bleachers, laughing with the team, you can’t help but think that maybe this is what belonging feels like. even if you still don’t quite know where you fit, here, on the edge of the field with nat and the yellowjackets, it’s starting to feel like home in a way the cheer squad never did.

the roar of the crowd echoes in your ears as you settle into your seat on the bleachers, a strange mix of excitement and nerves fluttering through your body.

it’s your first time watching the yellowjackets play without standing among the cheerleaders. instead of a uniform and pom-poms, you’re just you, blending into the sea of spectators, some from wiskayok, some from the school of the opponents -a senior varsity from new york.

still, you spot the cheerleaders easily, their bright uniforms as eye-catching as ever while they chant and pump up the crowd. your ex is there too, of course, amongst the many familiar faces in the lineup.

for the first time, you don’t feel the same sting that usually comes from watching them, from watching her. your focus is elsewhere.

you don’t even have force your eyes away from the cheer squad; they search the field naturally until they land on nat. she’s already in motion, sprinting across the grass, her movements so fluid, so effortless it’s impossible not to be mesmerized and you barely notice the people around you shouting and clapping as the game begins.

nat hasn’t noticed you yet, and you let yourself enjoy being invisible in the crowd for a while, relishing the rare feeling of blending in, of not being the center of attention for once. watching her play is exhilarating. it’s a side of her you’ve only ever seen in glimpses before: when she’s caught up in something that matters to her, when nothing else exists but the game.

the game passes in a blur of goals and tackles, with the yellowjackets easily dominating their opponents. you don’t even realize how invested you are until the final whistle blows and the crowd erupts in cheers. they won.

they all rush toward each other on the pitch, jumping and shouting in celebration, but nat turns. her head swivels, scanning the stands as if she’s searching for something. someone. and then, her eyes land on yours. you freeze in surprise as a grin spreads across her face, like she’s found exactly what she was looking for. nat doesn’t hesitate. while the rest of the yellowjackets are still celebrating, she sprints toward you, weaving through the crowd until she’s standing at the edge of the bleachers, looking up at you from below.

“you made it!” she says, her voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd, still breathless from the match.

“of course,” you reply, your heart racing for reasons beyond the final score. the world seems to narrow, the cheering fading into the background as you meet nat’s eyes.

her smile widens, and without another word, she reaches out a hand. “come on,” nat prompts, grinning.

she steps closer and extends her hand. your eyes dart around the chaos on the field: the yellowjackets are still caught up celebrating their win, their shouts and laughter echoing across the grass. meanwhile, the cheerleaders are packing up, your ex among them, her back turned to you. if she’s noticed you at all, she’s too stubborn to let it show.

you look back at nat, her hand still outstretched. the look with which she’s looking up at you -hopeful, expectant, like she’s daring you- is impossible to resist and so you reach out, your fingers brushing hers. she closes them around your wrist immediately.

nat doesn’t hesitate, her hand firm as she pulls you down onto the field with her.

the yellowjackets notice almost immediately. van is the first to turn, grinning as she nudges tai. the two of them share a knowing look as van calls out; “look who’s crashing the victory party,”

nat rolls her eyes but, still, she doesn’t let go of your hand. “she’s with me,”

the words send a jolt through you, as simple as they are. it is not the first time you realize the effect nat has on you, but it is the first time you don’t feel the usual sense of shame that had come with any romantic feelings for your ex.

van smirks, throwing an arm around tai’s shoulders. “we figured. took you long enough, scatorccio!”

nat ignores her, turning her attention back to you. “lottie is hosting a post-game hangout,” she says, her thumb brushing lightly against your hand before she realizes and loosens her grip, quickly pulling her hand away. “you’re coming, right?”

“what, now you’re inviting me to hang out?” you can’t help but tease, thinking back to the efforts it took to get nat to warm up. the way she’s smiling at you now makes them all worth the wait.

“you’re not so bad for a cheerleader,” nat teases, nudging your shoulder. “come on!”

there’s something welcoming in the way the yellowjackets make room for you on your way to the locker rooms.

as nat laughs at something shauna says, the sound low and warm, it hits you with a clarity that nearly takes your breath away: you’re falling for her. you have been, all along, in ways you didn’t fully understand until now.

maybe, just maybe, there’s a part of her that feels the same. a part she’s not ready to say out loud yet but shows in the way she holds your hand when she lets her guard down, her grip steady and sure, as if grounding herself in you. it’s in the way her eyes linger, just a little too long, as though she’s memorizing every detail of you. and it’s in the way she said, “she’s with me,” like it wasn’t even a question, like it was the most obvious truth in the world.