#natalie scartoccio x you

[mayasaurusss]

Day seventeen: “Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”

A/N: have a little taste of bilingual natalie! Also this is just a blurb cause I was getting tired of the haunted house attraction trope.

You stand in front of the haunted house's door, looking at its high, dark frames. "I...I am not so sure about this..." Natalie lets out a small laugh, taking your hand and holding it. "Come on, it's just a haunted house! It'll be like a walk in the park" she starts to tug you along her, stepping inside the house's halls, "More like a walk through hell".

The insides of the haunted house are dark, so much so that it's hard to see; the only source of light are red lights that color the walls with red hues. "hues that color the "Nat..." spiderwebs hang from the ceiling, severed bloody limbs are scattered in the corners of the halls, cleavers and knives reflect the red lights, giving them a much more dangerous look. "Yes?" her voice seems relaxed, calm, in sharp contrast with your own nervous voice. You don't answer because you have nothing to add, just needed to call out her name. You follow her through hallways and rooms filled with props and fake blood.

"...Nat?" she gives a long sigh, a bit bothered that you didn't answer her before. "Yes?" your voice is small, almost makes her pity you. "Aren't you scared?" you ask, earning a mocking and confident smirk in return from the blondie. "Scared? No, I am no-" a dark cloaked figure bursts from one of the closets, falling just in front of Natalie, which by now, is pissing herself.

"Porca puttana! Figlio di una-! " her courage has suddenly vanished and now she's clinging on to you for dear life, trembling in your arms. You can't help but let out a booming laugh, making the scare actor let out a laugh as well and Natalie gives you a betrayed look. "Tu-! Stronz-" she gives a long breath, trying to control her heartbeats. "Didn't you..." you wheeze, "Didn't you say you weren't scared?!".

"I wasn't, until that fucker came out of the closet!" you almost feel like you're passing from laughter. "Hey don't laugh!".

[abbysbunny]

masterlist🧺

💤- hazel callahan . . .

jealous girl

hand obsessed!reader

hazel x autistic!reader

loser!hazel hc's

hazel x goth!reader

feelings aren't fake

birds don't sing

bbf!hazel

nsfw loser!hazel thoughts

video games

💌-ellie williams . . .

loser!ellie hc's

modern!ellie hc's

more modern!ellie hc's

hey sweetheart

short ellie hc's

spiderman!ellie hc's

slytherin!ellie hc's

streamer!ellie x streamer!reader

🦢-abby anderson . . .

push me down

moodboard

abby x coquette!reader

abby who hates rainy days

🎀-joel miller . . .

joel and his sleepy girl

joel x clingy!sensitive!reader

summer bummer

🕯️- lottie matthews . . .

smiley!lottie hc's

vampire!lottie hc's

bsfs to lovers

zoo date

modern!lott hc's

🌑-natalie scartoccio . . .

photo booth with nat

jealous!nat hc's

bsf nat taking your virginity

perfect girl

gf!nat hc's

modern!nat hc's

🌟-lottienat . . .

eeping with lottienat

🪷-jackie taylor . . .

post crash!jackie hc's

🌼-shauna shipman . . .

loser!shauna

gf!shauna hc's

🧸-arthur morgan . . .

arthur helping you draw

arthur falling in love with you

🎾-tashi duncan . . .

dating tashi duncan hc's

💌-art donaldson . . .

sunshine!reader x art donaldson

💫-tashi and art . . .

being tashi and art's sugar baby

🍒-rafe cameron

deer!reader and rafe hc's

bf!rafe hc's

🦴-leon kennedy . . .

leon x virgin!reader

🌺-nanami kento . . .

husband nanami kento hc's

[tojididnothingwrong]

jjk in yellow jackets, hm? okay. hear me out guys.

HEADCANON.

The characters will be divided in:

Gojo = Jackie Taylor

Geto = Shauna Shipman

Nanami = Vanessa Palmer

Choso = Natalie Scartoccio

Sukuna = Misty Quigley

Toji = Taissa Turner

First things first,

Gojo X Jackie: OF COURSE THEY'RE THE SAME. C'MON LOOK AT THEM. Okay, just joking. But first things first. Not only are Gojo and Jackie super popular, super mainstream, they share this feeling of "I'm too good, right?". Gojo and Jackie have similarities in personality, arrogant and arrogant, but they become arrogant and arrogant because they know they are good, beautiful and there is nothing that can change that.

And guys, hear me out. They probably would have the same end.

Geto X Shauna: On the other hand, Geto and Shauna live in the shadow of something that shines brighter. They hide around what moves them. They are good manipulators and have a good way with words. Geto and Shauna are dissatisfied with life, both want something that is not really attainable. Geto wants a world of jujutsu sorcerers, Shauna wants Jackie. Both want things that they will never actually have.

Nanami X Van: They are responsible, take care of the weakest, try to be patient and are always there for anything. The famous "Jack of all trades". They are basically the meaning of "Pillar". They hold up the needy and make the weak strong.

Choso X Jackie: Jackie and Choso have a slightly different relationship with their family, but they suffer just as much. Choso distances himself from everything and struggles alone, feeling like he's not where he should be. And do you know who else feels the same way? Nat. She ends up distancing herself from the group many times because she has communication problems and her mind is also damaged. Just like Choso.

Sukuna X Misty: Misty and Sukuna are natural manipulators. They move the dice around so that everything becomes one big table of theirs. Misty is smart, and uses that to her advantage. Sukuna is powerful, and uses that to his advantage. Unpredictable. Sukuna thrives on chaos, Misty takes advantage of chaos to infiltrate

AND NOW, THE BEST FOR THE LAST...

Toji Fushiguro X Taissa: Okay, let's go. Taissa is super focused, both as an adult and as a young woman. As for her skepticism, which compares to Toji's, as for her pride and strength (adult), as for her feeling of emptiness, loneliness and a touch of "guilt" (teenager). He is very self-sufficient and never trusts others, believing that he must ensure his own survival at any cost, Taissa is also extremely self-sufficient and seems to see others as either tools or obstacles in her way.

Toji doesn't see himself as "evil" or "good", just as someone who does what is necessary to be stronger and survive, Taissa also justifies her actions with a strong sense of rationality. Although her methods are often questionable, she convinces herself that she is doing what is necessary for the situation.

While not as physically threatening as Toji, Taissa shares this emotional coldness. She makes cruel and impersonal decisions, especially when she believes she is acting for the greater good or in her own interests.

Anyway, that's it guys. Sorry for any mistake I made, you guys can help me if want to! See you next time :P!

Until then, take care.

[mayasaurusss]

Day nine: carving a pumpkin. inspired by my own carving pumpkins shenaigans. Bilingual Nat at your rescue!

Natalie grunts as she pushes the pumpkin on the table, "Damn this is heavy". The bright orange peel stares at her, almost begging to be carved out.

You are sitting on your kitchen table,tools at hand and pumpkins sitting in front of you. "You were the one that decided to buy a pumpkin larger than her orn head!" she scoffs and shrugs, moving to sit on a chair.

That overgrown vegetable is so big that Nat's face has quite literally eclipsed behind it; you can only see a blonde hair poking from behind the pumpkin.

"So, which face were you thinking of carving?" you ask her, only seeing her single hair move when she peeks at you from over the pumpkin. "Hmh, I dunno. I was thinking like a..." she examines it's shape: it's round as the moon and it's stalk looks like a single hair. It looks silly. "I want to make something funny, maybe".

You are playing classic halloween songs while hot choco is cooling down near the window. Her fingers are holding the marker as she draws a smiling face on the pumpkin. One eye winks, while the other remains open; the mouth of the pumpkin is toothless and smiling.

The first thing to do is to remove the pulp. After having cut, with difficulty, an opening on the head of the pumpkin, she begins to scoop it with up a spoon.

"Dio! Perchè c'è n'è così tanta?!" next to her a pile of stringy, smelly pulp is forming, seeds and it's colour spreading everywhere. "Ah, fanculo" her hands sink into the carcass of the pumpkin and she begins to rip off the remains of the pulp with her bare hands. It’s strangely creepy. "Um, Natalie… with a little patience it would all came away…" she makes a grimace and continues her work. While she moves the flesh, she sees herself in a dark and cold place, as she gutted someone dear to her. A shiver runs up her back and for a second she stops, and she has to tell herself that she’s here now, not there. As the last strand is pulled out, she grunts and looks at her job: the pumpkin is compleatley clean, not one bit of flesh in it, "Fatto" she grins to herself while she rubs her hands togheter, effectivley spreading the colour on her skin. "...please go wash your hands before you make a mess of your clothes".

Now's the time to cut. She takes the carving tools and beguns to-. "Natalie! Natalie no!" while you were taking the hot choco, you see Natalie stabbing the poor pumpkin, in an attempt to go deep enough to carve it. "You are supposed to go in gently! Otherwise you're gonna hurt yourself!" Hm, that makes sense.

She starts to carve again, being careful not to get hurt and respecting the edges of the design. Sometimes she makes a mistake and the knife sinks a little further than what she had planned, but still, she does the job. Now, a smiling winky face stares at her. "E tu hai- uhm, have you finished yet?" she stumbles over her words for a moment, before looking at how far you are in your progress. "Almost done!" yours is more disturbing than hers, a malicious smile for a mouth and eyes too kind to be honest. When you take the pumpkin, much smaller than the behemot she choose and put it next to your face, smiling, Natalie feels a little sense of adoration towards you.

"Now, it’s time to light them!" you get a small tealight for your pumpkin and a bigger candle for Nat. When you light them and put them in, you cover both with the piece you had cut put earlier, and watch as their lights illuminate the room.

Natalie puts her chin on your shoulder and hugs your lower stomach, placing a kiss on your neck. "Ti adoro, lo sai?" you turn to kiss her on the cheek, "I know".

[mayasaurusss]

Day twenty nine: "What do you mean you've never gone trick or treating?!"

The cold october wind hits strongly against her leather jacket, making her shake slightly with each step she takes. Finally her boots hit against the wooden floor of her house, warmth seeping in her bones and skin.

The smell she used to associate with her house, cigarettes and alcohol, is gone, now replaced by the smell of food and clean sheets.

She sees you sitting on her bed, watching something on the TV you bought her. Natalie feels a feeling of tranquility when her eyes are set on you. "Hey baby" she leans down to place a kiss on your cheek, making you jump up a bit and hug her neck instinctively. "Nat! You scared me!" you place a kiss on her lips, melting in her arms. Before the situation can get any steamier though, she leaves you cold and moves to sit next to you.

"What are you watching?" on the TV, an old kid's movie plays. "Oh it's just a comfort movie of mine. This is a Halloween special".

Natalie hums, watching how a yellow fluffy bear and other characters knock on a door, dressed up in costumes. "You know, I've never done that" you look between her and the tv, blink a few times before jumping up the couch and standing still in between her and the tv. "You've never gone trick or treating?!" Nat flinches at your loud voice, massaging her temples.

"Damn, don't be so loud... But yes, I've never gone". Despite how good it sounds to sit on the bed with hot chocolate and your comfort movie playing on the TV, now you know what you're gonna do tonight.

"Did we really had to go through all of this?" Natalie's voice sounds exasperated under the white clean sheet you gave her: she'd have to confront you later for wasting a perfectly good sheet by poking two holes in it for Halloween ccostume.

"And why did I had to wore the ghost costume anyways?" you fix on your own costume, adjusting it around your body.

"I thought that the witch costume would have worked better, but then your mean face would have scared people off". Nat blinks a couple of times, her voice small and uncertain. " I don't have a mean face...".

"Come on! Let's go!" you take her hand, pulling her towards a lit neighborhood, bats and ghosts hanging from the windows and pumpkins lighting the stairs.

"No wait, I'm not ready! And I don't have a mean face!".

Bonus:

Hours later, Natalie lays on your shared bed, countless candy and chocolate wrappers opened and left on the covers. "So" you say, watching at the amount of sweets your girlfriend ate, making herself sick, "Enjoyed your first trick or treat night?".

She struggles to open her eyes, placing a hand on her belly to try to soothe away the pain in her stomach. "I fucking loved it".

[mayasaurusss]

Day thirty one: The Witch.

And with this final oneshot, fictober 2024 comes to an end! I 've enjoyed doing this with my whole heart, and I will miss writing this! I hope you will enjoy this and I wish you a Happy Halloween!

The music is loud and the soft lights of the room make you dizzy, making you stumble until you reach the bar. "Hit me up" you roughly shove your money on the counter, sighing as you try to relieve the pain in your head. "Not your best night, right?" you hear someone near you, turning around to see a young woman wearing a witch's costume. It's very beautiful, but the pointed hat that she's wearing makes her seem smaller than she is, and you snort at the view.

"Uh... yes. I've had better nights" you turn to thank the bartender, sipping your drink in a sip. "I don't know anyone else outside of my best friend here, and she ditched me about..." you look at your phone's clock, "...an hour ago".

"My, you really need company" she says, approaching your body and placing her hand on your arm. "May I have the honor of being in that company?".

"S-Sure" you mumble, trying to play cool and to not let her beauty and charisma affect you too much. "What's your name, by the way?" you ask her. Her smile is genuine and light, but there is something malicious beneath it, "I'm Natalie".

During the night, you and Natalie talk a lot. She tells you about her life, her problems and her loves.

As the night of Halloween becomes darker and colder, the affections between you and Natalie become warmer, tighter.

"You should come to my house," she says, tightening her biceps, "I'm sure that being together will certainly be more fun than this dead party".

You swallow your saliva, trying to contain the excitement that is building in your heart. "Y-yeah, I'd love to come to your house", she gets closer to you, so close that her perfume tickles your nose and her hat almost blinds you; she sneaks her arm on yours, leaning on your body slightly.

Your heartbeats are so loud that you almost can't hear the fury of approaching steps getting close to you.

"Don't go with her!" someone yells, and you turn to see a woman standing next to you, panting. Her cheeks are red and her eyes half lidded, the smell of alcohol reeking from her.

"What? Why?" She takes a breath, pointing her finger at Natalie.

"She's- she is a weirdo! Don't you know about the rumors about her?!"

You can feel, no, taste Natalie's anger next to you. "She is a witch! Everyone knows it! She hexes people, I tell you!".

You can feel anger prodding its way from your stomach to your throat, threatening to spill out in unruly ways. "What? What the fuck are you talking about?".

"It's true! How did you even get in anyway?" she says, now talking to Natalie, "Did you blow someone to get a free pass?"

"Hey, cut that shit off" you grab her hand but she manages to pull you away from her. Now you remember; this girl is the one that has been going on crying to everyone how her boyfriend has dumped her for another girl, and as far as you knew she was making shit up about her.

"She's just a man-stealer; a gold digger, a whore!" she screams, attracting everyone's attention. A big lump of fear forms in your throat and you watch Natalie, scared of what's to come. Her body is stiff, immobile, ready to lunge at your friend any second now; "It's not my fault that he left you," she says coldly, "But maybe it's your fault if you're so puny that he got bored of you".

"What did you say you bitch?!" She laughs at Natalie but before her fist can make contact, someone grabs her, preventing from hitting her. "Let me go! I tell you, she's a curse, get away from her!".

Before you can hear any more of that, you escort Natlie outside, away from her screamings.

You walk together in silence, until you find a small abandoned park. Nat sits on one of the benches and you follow her.

The silence reigns sovran, regret in your heart, the prospect of a fun evening ruined.

"I- I am sorry" you say, fear and regret on your tongue. "Don't worry, it's not your fault".

She seems to ponder for a moment, then, that smile of hers paints her lips again. A hum leaves her, "Maybe you're not yet ready for me" she says, a hidden meaning behind her words.

"What do you mean?" she turns, looking at the waning moon that illuminates the starry sky, only slightly obscured by faint clouds. "You're not ready for this yet" she gestures at herself, then looks back to the darkness, thinking, calculating something.

"Now that I think about it, my house is farther than I'd thought it would be," she ponders, gazing into the distance.

"I'll have to call my ride, but sorry, you can't come" she stands up and pushes her lips back with her fingers, the silence of the night interrupted by a loud whistle.

A strong gust of wind blows away the leaves, creating a whirlwind of colors and sounds. You stay confused for a moment, blinking a few times, before you realize what you are seeing.

You walk backwards, hands grabbing at your sides and fear trembling in your veins; Natalie, on the contrary, seems very amused by your reaction, as she rests on the floating broom. "Y-You are a witch!" her laughter echoes in the void, sinister but playful. "They were right!".

"They usually are", she gives you a smile, teasing. "I told you you weren't ready for this". As she approaches you, you cannot move, immobilized by fear. Her breath fawns above your lips, teasingly, making blood rise from your neck into your cheeks. She steals a peck at your lips, so quick you might even say it wasn't real. Her finger comes to rest on your jaw, eyes of the most hypnotizing green glancing at you, cheeks red with shyness.

"Happy Halloween, dear" and with that, the witch vanishes into the dark of the night, followed by moonlight and stars, by mist and the gleaming eyes of pumpkins.