#Natalie Scatorccio drabble

[g1rldrool]

obsessive bsf!nat hc’s

warnings : mild obsession, wlw, ooc nat, not proofread, yes ok

notes : hello people!

nat who calls you obsessively, she can’t get you out of her mind, so she takes it out by talking to you, only a couple times a day. she knows your whole schedule so it’s not that hard for her to calculate when’s the best time to call you. you’ve gotten used to it so it’s so big deal now, but at first it was worrying

nat who follows you around school. she made sure she has at least two classes with you, she misses you when you’re in different classes:< sometimes after school she gets in your car with you uninvited and just says “i’m coming home with you”

nat who gets jealous whenever you go on a date, she tries to get you to not go…it doesn’t usually work! but she still tries!

nat who tries to assert dominance when there’s other people around, she’ll hold your waist and kiss your cheek and neck. she doesn’t care, she just wants people to back the fuck off

nat who writes letters about her obsession with you, she has a plan to give them to you when you’re finally together. she hopes that’ll happen soon but with how oblivious you are she’s not sure…

nat who breaks into your house while you’re gone and sneaks into your room, rummaging through your belongings. sometimes she’ll take things and then when you mention that you lost them suddenly a couple days later she finds it

nat who’s in your room while your getting ready for a date, she’s of course trying to convince you not to go. “anyways who are you even going with?”

“oh” you chuckled, “your teammate lottie matthews”

her face dropped and her jaw clenched, you are not going on that date

[killerdrabbles]

H.O.W. - Humans of Wiskayok

"Yeah I left home when I was sixteen years old. My dad came down on me really hard about my grades and my boyfriend -and I didn't even have a boyfriend- so I ran. Packed a bag and everything. Then I got to the bus station and only had like a dollar to my name and realized I wasn't going anywhere.

Went back home to serve the rest of my sentence. He died a few weeks later. Miserable cunt. Was stuck with my mom but by then she wasn't much better. The only bright spot I had was my soccer team. We were good, man. We were gonna go places. I really believed that. Night before nationals I was at this party. I remember thinking to myself 'boy this is it now'. I can still feel the electric energy before a match. How your body feels when every single part of it is humming with excitement.

Took some shrooms though and never made it to the game. I mean, a bunch of other stuff happened as well, but I don't wanna talk about it. Nowadays I'm still trying to figure out myself. I made a few mistakes, broke some people I didn't mean to break. But hey... maybe I'll find a way to pay them back someday."

[nats-w1fe]

Could you maybe write something with feral Shauna being totally whipped and just disgustingly sweet and in love with her reader gf? Maybe have some of the other girls reactions to it?

Her Favourite

Summary: Shauna, the most feared person in the village, starts being a bit too sweet to you and the others have never been more confused.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of Melissa hate…, protective Shauna, violence, fighting, gore.

A/n: Gonna be honest I wasn’t sure if you meant this to be freaky or soft but I made it fluff…Sorry if this isn't entirely what you had in mind! Ty for the request!!

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Shauna was, to put it simply, a bitch. At least that was how everyone else saw her. I mean yes, she was rude, cold, violent and distant, but rightfully so. Not only did she lose her best friend but she also lost her baby. That wouldn't be an easy thing for someone to go through. Everyone understood that part, what they didn't appreciate was how she took that pain out on everyone else.

If someone was to breathe too close to her, she'd yell at them. If Shauna hated anyone it would be Mari, they argued almost every day, it would always be some stupid shit. "Mari tripped me up" or "Shauna hit me" or even one day "Shauna said I look like a crippled possum!". It was getting pathetic.

And god forbid someone dared to interrupt her when she was talking to her baby's grave, she would literally try to kill them, the others would have to come over to pry her off of them.

So it was safe to say, she had changed, she was cruel. Cruel to everyone, except you.

You hadn't realized it at first. You didn't notice the way she stared at you across the village when you spoke with Robin. You didn't notice the way she purposely cut you the best part of the meat for dinner.

But the others noticed the stares, the others noticed how gentle she was with you. They noticed the gaze and it made something odd stir inside of them, a feeling of discomfort, confusion and even concern for you.

~

Stumbling upon her was completely on accident, you had been playing a random game in the forest with Robin, Gen and Melissa and so you had run quite far.

You stopped to catch your breath, then the sound of someone talking caught you off guard. Your brows furrowed and you walked over to where the noise came from to find Shauna. She was crouched by a small grave, muttering words to it.

You turned to leave but as you did you heard her shoot up. You quickly turned around to face her, she had the knife pressed against your neck as if this were her reflex reaction. Your breath halted and you looked at her.

The last time someone had interrupted her here she broke their nose, that person sadly just so happened to be Britt. You looked at her and for the first time, you finally noticed the way her eyes softened. You noticed the way her brows relaxed and her frowned lips turned into the smallest of smiles. Hardly anyone would be able to tell it was a smile, but you could.

"Sorry" you muttered, "i didn't mean to interrupt" you held your hands up in surrender. She furrowed her brows once again, catching herself. She lowered her knife and stepped back.

"Why are you here? Nobody usually comes here..." she said, putting her knife back into her pocket. You shifted awkwardly where you were stood. "I was playing-..." god this would be embarrassing, "I was playing hide and seek, with Robin, Gen and Melissa" you admitted, scratching the back of your neck.

She didn't make fun of you though; she didn't look at you in disgust and she didn't try to beat you up for interrupting her. She smiled. Shauna Shipman smiled, and it wasn't a cocky smile, it wasn't a mocking smile. It was a genuine, sweet smile.

She's quite pretty when she smiles, you thought, not to say she was never pretty because if you were honest, you had always thought she was quite beautiful.

"Fun" was all she said before turning around and sitting back down beside the grave. You stood there for a moment before turning to leave again "y/n" she called for you

You turned around and looked at her, humming in acknowledgment. "Please don't tell anyone about this place, I've had to move him four times to keep him hidden" she admitted to you. The thought made your heart ache for the girl. You nodded, even though her back was to you and she couldn't see. "I won't" you promised, before turning back around and walking off to continue the game with the others.

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A few days later Shauna came back to find the grave had a few flowers placed around it. She knew it was you. Her heart raced and it was then that she knew, this wasn't just a dumb crush. She truly loved you. You were the sweetest girl she had ever met, and she wanted to give you the world. She would give you the world.

That whole week was the best week of your life. You woke up to all your chores already being done. You got extra servings at breakfast and when you returned to your hut you found a bouquet of flowers on your bed, tied together with a string.

"Someone's got an admireeee" Robin teased you, dragging out her words. You rolled your eyes and placed the flowers on the small makeshift shelf. "I don't" you insisted for the millionth time. You sat down on your bed which was opposite hers.

"Oh so someone just so happened to do your chores? Give you extra food? AND give you flowers?" she giggled when she noticed the way you hesitated and tried to think of reasoning. "Maybe...ugh fuck I don’t know, who could it even be?"

Then one name came to mind…Shauna. No, it couldn’t be, why would she do this for you?

“I have to go” was all you said before going out to where you knew Shauna would be. She sat by the grave, twirling a flower between her fingers. You held walked over to her and sat down beside her. she stayed silent for a moment before breaking the silence. “Did you like the flowers?” she asked you.

You looked slightly taken aback that she just admitted it was her, but you said nothing, only nodding. “It took me a while to find good ones” she told you, you hummed and looked at her. “Thank you…”

It was from then on that your unspoken relationship with Shauna had taken off. You didn’t exactly keep it a secret, but you also didn’t really tell anyone. They knew though, they could tell.

You didn't even really tell each other, it was an unspoken thing.

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You were in an argument with Melissa, which, for you, was rare. You never usually argued with anyone, hell you hardly even talked to anyone. You only really talked to Robin in all honesty. But what Melissa said set something off in you, it was some petty remark about Robin, saying she cries too much. You snapped.

“Oh fuck off Y/n, you know it’s true, she’d cry over stepping on a bug” she spat, waving her hand in the direction of Robin who in fact was currently crying. Sure Robin cried a lot, but so what? She was your best friend and you’d defend her with your life.

“Whatever Melissa, at least she’s in touch with her emotions! What are you too nonchalant and cool for that?” you mocked. You were both yelling now and the others had started to gather as the argument got more heated.

Natalie tried to break the two of you up but it wasn’t working. Then Melissa stepped too far, you said something, you couldn’t even remember what the stupid comment was when she turned on her heel, her fist flying into your face.

You fell to the ground with a thud. Gasps spread out across the group and a few of the others who were still sat had now too rushed over. Some went by your side to check on you while the others held Melissa back.

It was as if the life had drained from Melissa’s face when she spotted Shauna making her way over. The blonde frantically tried to get away but Shauna grabbed her by the hair, tugging her down to the ground.

Natalie rushed over, pulling Shauna back. “Woah! Woah! Okay that’s enough!” she yelled. Shauna spun around to her, “she fucking punched Y/n! You’re just gonna let her get away with that?!” everyone was quite surprised by the sudden protectiveness but said nothing. “She’ll be punished Shauna” Natalie reassured.

Shauna scoffed, opening her mouth to make another comment but stopped when she heard a small sniffle come from you. She turned to you and her face softened; your nose was bleeding. Robin had your face cupped as she tried to look at the bleeding. Van was gently rubbing your back and Misty was also scanning your injury, checking the severity.

Shauna went over to you, shoving Misty away. She would’ve shoved Robin too but she knew you too were close, so she only shot the girl a glare which was enough for her to back off. Van stood too, backing away.

Shauna gently cupped your face, “I’ll fucking kill her” she murmured before giving you a gentle kiss on the head. "Don't do anything stupid" you muttered to her, leaning into her touch.

That night the others woke up to the sound of screaming, they went outside their huts to find Shauna on top of Melissa, punching the girl profusely. She was under house arrest, or hut arrest, for a few weeks.

~

Another incident occurred when Shauna cut you an extra bit of food. Of course someone had to complain. You were sat peacefully, minding your own business as you chewed on a particularly tough piece of meat, laughing about something Robin had said to you. When a certain, bitchy, graining voice entered your ears.

“Its not like she needs that extra meat anyways” Melissa spat, talking to Britt and Gen. You looked over at them and they all turned to you, quickly looking away when you made eye contact. You placed your food back down on the plate, suddenly losing your appetite.

Once Shauna had finished with the food she sat down next to you. “Hey doll” she greeted you, then she noticed your uneaten food, the way your brows were furrowed and that specific crease between your eyebrows. She glanced at Robin, searching for answers. Robin nodded her head over to Melissa who was now laughing.

Shauna’s jaw clenched and she abruptly stood up. Your brows furrowed in confusion, looking at her. She grabbed her knife from the butchers table then stormed over to Melissa. Your eyes widened and you stood. “No, no, no, Shauna!” you called out to her, gathering everyone else’s attention. Shauna didn’t hesitate to bring the knife down onto Melissa’s shoulder, the blonde screamed in pain.

You rushed over, grabbing Shauna by the arm and pulling her away. Natalie forced her way in front of Shauna. "That's it Shauna! I've had enough of your shit!" she spat. Shauna leaned in, about to say something you just knew would get her in shit. You tugged her away.

Before Natalie could say anything else you dragged Shauna along to her hut. Shauna sat on her bed, letting out a heavy sigh as she ran her hands through her hair.

You pulled the blanket over, acting as a door. Turning back to Shauna, you went over to her and climbed onto her lap, straddling her waist. She placed her hands on your waist, looking at you. "I'm sorry" she murmured, burying her face in your chest.

"It's okay, Shauna, she had it coming" you said with a small giggle, running your hand through her hair. She pulled away at that, laughing a little bit. A laugh you hadn't heard since Jackie died.

"I just got pissed off, i hate when people think they can talk to you like that" she sighed, running her hands down your waist to your hips. You only nodded, leaning against her. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"I love you" you murmured tiredly into her neck. Shauna felt her heart rate pick up and she held you tighter. "I love you too..."

[katnissegf]

hard to get — lottie matthews

summary: she is used to getting whoever she wants. until she meets you. a little angsty. part two.

lottie matthews is the type of girl who’s always in charge of the situation. she knows what she wants, and she always gets it—especially when it comes to women she likes.

that’s why she became obsessed with you in the very first moment she met you.

you were at a party, chatting with your new classmate mari ibarra, when lottie noticed you across the room, instantly intrigued by you.

when you were finally alone, she decided to get close. “are you new here? can’t remember if i’ve seen such a pretty face before.” the drink that was resting on her hand found its way back to her mouth, only making time for your response.

but instead of blushing or getting nervous like she expected to, you chuckled to yourself and decided to be honest with her. “wow, do all your lines come straight from a cheesy movie?”

you didn’t even give her the chance to answer your question before you were gone, already looking for someone else to talk to.

a few days earlier, mari had warned you from this tall, flirty girl from her soccer team. she had a reputation for being very charming, to the point of getting into people’s heads, only to lose interest once the chase was over. so mari told you to keep your distance. “don’t get pulled in, don’t play her game.” her words echoed a little louder in your head the moment you saw lottie standing in front of you moments ago. that’s why you walked away so quickly.

but for this tall, flirty girl.. she’s been hooked ever since. not because she’s in control, but because she’s not.

things get worse for you when you find out you share a couple of classes with her. you really try to ignore her, but everyday, she makes sure the only seat left for you is the one next to hers.

now that she has the chance to talk to you without you walking away, she starts showing genuine interest. she asks about your weekend, and when you finally answer with a good tone, she actually listens. not just nodding along or making a joke, she listens, like she wants to remember every detail.

then she invites you to her soccer matches, casually at first, like it’s no big deal. when she’s lucky enough that you show up (sometimes to support mari, and sometimes… maybe for lottie too) she plays like her life depends on it.

with time, she stops hooking up with people at parties. she starts making time to study with you outside of school. people in the hallways begin to talk about how much she has changed, how she’s gotten better at soccer and classes.

but in your eyes, none of that mattered. you couldn’t accept it. she was clearly playing games with you, doing the same thing she always did with every girl she wanted. you couldn’t trust her, no matter how much you had actually started to like her after spending so much time together.

so you pull away and start creating distance. you stop replying to her texts, not even the one-line messages you always used to sent. you start showing up earlier to class just so you can sit somewhere else.

after days of overthinking, lottie finally notices it because you skip a very important soccer match. she plays badly for the first time in weeks. she doesn’t even go to the after party with the rest of the team.

she finds you after class one afternoon, waiting by the door like she used to. except this time, there’s no smirk, no teasing line, just a nervous fidget in her hands. “did i do something wrong?” she asks, her voice lower than usual. there’s no charm in her tone, only genuine concern. she’s not trying to win you anymore, she’s just trying to understand.

“can you stop acting like you care about me? i know the way you are, lottie. you always do this. mari told me.” for the first time, you see it in her eyes. real and quiet hurt. and it makes your stomach flip.

“if that’s what you want to think about me, then fine. just know that i really wanted this to work. this only happened with you.” and for a second, you want to believe her. but you don’t. not yet.

so you just shake your head and walk away. just like you did the first time you talked to her.

based on this request ❦ thanks for reading!

[autisticlenaluthor]

A little Jackienat drabble - tw for a brief mention of scars/previous self-harm

“Wait- is it gonna hurt?”

Natalie pauses. She glances at the needle between her fingers, then back at Jackie. It’s near impossible to keep her expression flat as she gets a better look at her face and realizes the other girl is in fact serious.

Natalie bites her lip to keep from snarking back.

They survived a fucking plane crash and now Jackie’s scared of a stick and poke? The very thing Nat started giving herself at twelve?

God, Natalie thinks. She never should’ve agreed to do this. She’s still tempted to back out. She could make up some excuse about hunting with Travis. It wouldn’t even really be a lie; all they got today was two rabbits and a measly chipmunk. But now Jackie’s looking at her and-

“Nat?”

“Yes, Jackie.” It’s something about Jackie’s big watery doe eyes and nervous little pout that makes her impossible to say no to. It’s no wonder she had Shauna so whipped. “It’s a needle. It’s gonna hurt.”

“Like…” Jackie tilts her head. “Scale of one to ten?”

“Compared to what? Falling out of the sky?”

Jackie shrugs, a bit dejected, and Nat can’t help the guilt that creeps up on her. She doesn’t want to hurt the girl, it's just too easy sometimes. And after Jackie ran her mouth about Bobby Farley… maybe she deserves it.

“Okay, sorry,” Jackie murmurs. “I’m ready. Just- don’t go crazy with it.”

Fuck you, Nat thinks, mentally kicking herself as Jackie straightens her spine and lifts her chin in preparation. She doesn’t deserve it.

“You got it, Cap.”

Jackie gives something between a smile and a grimace at the nickname. She looks away- gazing off at the mountainous trees and colorful leaves blowing in the wind. Nat resides on the porch beside her and takes this time to examine the once tanned skin on Jackie’s upper arm. Jackie’s already pulled up her sleeve to make room for Nat’s work, so for the first time, Nat is allowed to truly look at her.

Not that there were any rules against it before. At least, not spoken ones. But after the rumors started floating around sophomore year about Natalie being a lesbian who only joined the soccer team to try and rope the others into hook-ups… it was better safe than sorry.

“Okay, I’m starting now,” she says, feeling the need to announce it before poking the needle into Jackie’s arm.

When Jackie hisses at the sensation, Nat can’t help the snort that escapes her.

“I’m sorry,” she says. She gets her laughter under wraps until Jackie shoots her a look - something that’s supposed to be threatening but really just mimics an angry lamb, and Natalie loses it all over again. “I’m sorry! You’re just- I haven’t even done anything yet - I basically just gave you a freckle!”

Jackie rolls her eyes but Nat doesn’t miss the blush creeping into her cheeks.

Jackie Taylor. Blushing over her?

Natalie pushes the thought from her mind. The only things that make Jackie swoon are Jeff (though, anyone with eyes could see through that) and Shauna. Only now, things with Shauna are getting weird. They’re tense. And sure, Shauna is still… Shauna but there’s something about Jackie that makes Nat wonder if she knows something the others don’t.

Again, Nat pushes it out of her head and turns her focus back to Jackie’s arm. When she pokes her this time, Jackie doesn’t flinch, and if Nat were a kinder person who didn’t care about Travis or Bobby Farley or all of Jackie’s Shauna drama - she would praise her for it. But she does care. She cares so much that sometimes, she thinks her head might explode from trying to carry it all. So she stays silent.

She focuses on Jackie’s arm and slowly traces the sun her kind-of-friend had requested. It’s a simple line drawing, like the sword Nat has on her ankle. Nat does her best to think about that and not how Jackie’s skin is pale enough out here that she can clearly see the faded scars arranged in uniform rows above her elbow. More importantly, Nat tries not to think about how her stomach is twisting at the notion of Jackie Taylor doing that to herself, because if Jackie Taylor truly has done that to herself - there must’ve been a reason. And if there was a reason, then the layers Nat convinced herself could never live behind the girl’s perfect sunshine smile must really exist.

Natalie exhales and dips her needle back in the ink. A sudden breeze rushes by the cabin and pushes the oxygen straight up into her nostrils. Natlalie’s grateful; without it, she surely would’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“I’m almost done,” she says, pressing the needle back into Jackie’s skin.

The sensation makes Jackie tense, but she smiles at the update and gives a nod of approval.

“You’re good at this,” she says. “I mean- I knew you would be. I wouldn’t have let you if I thought you were gonna screw me over or something. But you’re like…”

Jackie’s voice trails off and she shakes her head, smiling.

“Thanks.”

Nat looks down. She can feel herself starting to smile too. It’s a weird sensation - one she has to stop before it can fully begin. She finishes the sun with a straight face then puts her needle back in the ink pot and taps Jackie to get her attention.

“Finished?”

Nat nods.

Jackie smiles and pulls her arm in so she can get a good look - her eyes widening as she sees it. For a second, Nat wonders if she’s starting to regret her decision. She could be remembering who she is- who she was before this happened- and thinking she’s gone too far.

But Jackie’s smile only widens. She looks back at Natalie, beaming, and all but wiggles with excitement.

“I love it!” She says. “Do me again sometime?”

“Y- yeah, sure,” Natalie stammers.

It leaves her feeling confused and well, dumb. She just tattooed Jackie fucking Taylor and now Jackie is… thanking her for it?

Natalie swallows.

She wants to say something more - something about how this feels important. It’s like a shift between them that Nat’s the only one with the balls to acknowledge, though, that part, she would keep to herself. Or, she realizes, she should start with something smaller. Something about how Jackie did well, especially for her first tattoo, or something informative - like she should try not to get it wet until the skin heals. The last thing they need out here is an infection and so far Jackie seems to have an impressive lack of survival skills.

But before Nat can gather her thoughts and turn them into something coherent, Jackie is standing back up and brushing the dirt off her thighs.

She shoots Nat one last smile then walks back into the cabin, and leaves her on the porch alone.

[softantlers]

the fervor has died down and the girls don't know lottie is unmedicated. they won't look at her. she's covered in blood and she doesn't know how this happened. all she knows was that man was going to hurt them. he was going to take something from them. she had to stop it. but nobody's looking at her. why isn't anybody looking at her? she's just standing on the fringes of the group, completely alone.

then natalie's there. she grabs her hand and leads her to a hut. and she's wetting a rag and wringing it out. she's wiping the stains from lottie's cheeks, her forehead, her neck. she's a little rough but very thorough. lottie starts crying. natalie hugs her. she knows how bad the blood feels when it's on your face like that. they're quiet. they don't say anything at all.

[musicalmoritz]

As expected I started writing my first fic for MistyNat week as soon as I saw the prompt list

[tortureddelilah]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ picturing no crash au mistynat babysitting callie ( jackieshauna canon & callie most likely adopted, girls in their 20’s at this point ) thinking it would be easy but really have no idea of the nightmare that toddlers are. ( callie’s at least 2 by now )

•having a screaming toddler running around the house with bo control had natalie irritated to the point of angry tears probably

•misty’s just trying to get her calmed down, playing with her, making her snacks— but let’s face it, they don’t have that kind of energy to keep up with the little girl

•nat giving cal nighttime cough medicine or something in her food to get her tired enough to finally lay down for a nap when misty wasn’t looking… ( not her proudest moment )

•nat and misty completely worn out by now, holding each other on the couch comforting each other and eventually falling into a nap of their own ( it’s barely 1p.m. )

[yjsideblogficwriter]

Hello, Yellowjackets fans! I'm newish to the fandom. I love reading and writing fanfic. I'm here to write for this fandom because it is rife with possibility, and I'd love to contribute. I was hoping to get some prompts? For drabble-writing for pairings from YJ. Prompt-writing is my absolute favourite type of writing. Is anyone willing to throw me some ideas? 🙏 it would mean a lot.

Edit: I write wlw exclusively.

[elliewilliamsbitchh]

lottie matthews x reader!

“the wilderness wants us together.”

“what?” you ask, your eyes wide. “what do you mean, lottie?” you sighed. she knew you didn’t believe in her messiah shit, you were more into believing science.

everyone was peacefully sleeping around you as you two leaned against the wall, the windows casting the moonlight of lottie, making her look angelic.

“it told me,” she said and lightly grabbed your face, looking into your eyes intensely, entrancing you. “it said we’re supposed to be together, it’s what is meant to be.”

god, she sounded serious! living in the wilderness for months on end had really gotten to her. you thought, shaking your head. “what’s this bullshit, lottie? the wilderness doesn’t want shit.” she said and gestured around. “if you want me you can just say it.” she slowly said. her big brown eyes were staring into you, like she saw your soul. you felt almost compelled to listen, to do what the wilderness says.

“i—“ lottie started, not really knowing what to say. sure, she did want you, but the wilderness had spoken to her. it told her that you were meant for her. “it said it, i swear.” she decided on saying, ignoring what you had said.

you sighed. “lottie, you know i don’t believe in that crap.” you looked away from her, her hands still holding your face. “no, y/n, you need to believe me.” she said and watched your eyes dance away, making her frown. “i do want you,” she started.

“but the wilderness needs it.” she whispered, her grip tightening around your jaw.

you looked back at her, your mouth slightly agap. you know it’s bullshit, you’ve known this.

then why is it so enticing?

it’s like your body was moving for you, like you were a ghost watching over yourself. your eyes moved to her lips and your hands mirrored her actions on your face on hers, cupping her face gently.

you couldn’t think about anything but lottie matthews.

it was like the fucking wilderness had currpted your body when you lunged forward and kissed her.

what the fuck is happening right now?

she kissed you back instantly, leaning down so it was easier for both of you. she kissed you with a passion from deep inside her, buried beneath the rage and sadness. all for you.

she pinned you against the wall, your back against the cold glass of the window.

“you shouldn’t fight this,” she whispered against your lips, brushing your hair out of your face. “we shouldn’t fight this.” her eyes had darkened as she stared down at you. she brushed her hands through your hair, smiling softly. she leaned closer to you, your noses brushing.

you felt conflicted. deep inside, something was making you feel like this was right. meant to be. you felt like you were going insane, being so close to lottie made you feel dizzy.

“i—“ you didn’t know what to say. you looked into lottie’s eyes, feeling calmer the longer you looked at her, the more you touched her. “i understand.”

this is what the wilderness wants.

[artspats]

love letters to red fruits, the silence underneath water and dreams in lowercase

rita/barb - she/her - 18 - MDNI!!! pls pls - spanish & english

ATP’s tennis bag

I tashi's stray thoughts

I art's sweet tooth

I patrick's dust motes

Movies/TV shows I write for:

Challengers, Yellowjackets, OBX

Other media I like:

AOT, Chunking Express, NANA, Alice in Borderland, All About Lily Chou Chou, Blue Eyed Samurai, JJK

Header credits: @/whacklez on twt

[g1rldrool]

TAKING A POLAROID OF NAT DRABBLE🌟

inspo by this<3

'nat c'mon just one photo!' you whined as your girlfriend refused to let you take a polaroid of her, 'its the night before nationals I wanna have some sort of memory!' she sighed and kissed her teeth

'listen, just one photo, just one! okay?' she rubbed her forehead, 'yes oh my god thankyouthankyou!' you grabbed your polaroid camera and rushed back over to her

'okay, smile!' you beamed, the light flashed and the photo was taken, 'done!' you grabbed the small white polaroid and shook it, the photo started to show up and you grinned, 'look nat! you look amaaaazing'

you showed her the photo, she took it in hand and shook it a bit more, 'i look mad' she chuckled, 'were you not?' you said as you put your hands on her shoulders, 'meh, I sure enough wasn't full of glee' you snickered and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek

[callslips]

omg the pure joy that just brought me ahhhh i need more. can i request an angry first kiss in the wilderness?

Yes, you may.

Lottienat drabble time!!!

Rated 17+!

Features: Lottienat angst, Lottie POV, making out, light petting, choking??? tw for blood (visually and textually)

I think i played around with the timeline a bit? Time for a rewatch!

Word count: 1242

you bleed how I bleed (but don’t let that mislead you)

Nat’s mad at her, and not for the first time Lottie has little to no idea why. She tries to help, she tries to offer comfort, she tries and tries and tries, and yet nothing is ever enough. She tries to protect Nat, and even that is enough to upset her. Travis accepts her offerings with thanks - a welcome reprieve, but arguing with Nat is like arguing with a bull. She’s stubborn, headstrong and fierce and worst of all — Lottie admires all of these traits and more.

It’s why when Nat finds her, blood dripping from the self-inflicted wound within her palm, she’s not surprised at the ire that follows.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” Nat yells - or, it’s less of a yell than it is an exhausted exclamation.

Lottie watches as if in a sort of trance as she clenches her hand and the blood drips from her palm onto the marking she’d carved into the cavern of a tree. “I just want it to be enough,” She tries to explain, “I don’t want anyone else to - to get hurt.” To die, is what she means, but it’s too raw — everything is too raw. It’s not at all what she wants to say, but she never seems to say the right thing when it comes to Nat.

In a moment her wounded arm is snatched away, the cut stinging with the removed pressure.

“Fucking - acting like this is not going to do anything, Lottie! Can’t you see it? We’re going to fucking die out here, and instead of doing shit you’re worshipping something that doesn’t even fucking exist. It’s just us, and we have to - I don’t know, we have to do something, and you think this is the answer? Hurting yourself?”

Lottie whimpers, blood crimson as it drips onto the snow. “I’m protecting us. It will see that I’m offering myself, and it won’t hurt anyone else, and everything will be okay-“

“Nothing about this is going to be fucking okay! Jackie’s dead - she’s in a fucking meat shed, Lottie. It’s just going to get worse, and you acting fucking crazy - pulling everyone into your bullshit, that’s not helping.”

“It’s not bullshit! It was in me, and It’s in you too. You just can’t see It yet.”

Lottie sees Nat shove her before she feels it, amazed at the aggression. It’s in her, she knows it. “It’s shit like that! You’re scaring people, Lottie! There is no ‘It’! There’s just you, and this shit you’ve made up to cope, and people actually believe you. Do you know how insane all of this is?”

Stumbling a little from the push, Lottie uses her uninjured hand to brace herself against the tree moments before impact. She can’t help the grin that spreads across her lips, the shudder that racks through her when she’s pushed again, back hitting the tree harshly.

Nat’s pissed, cheeks red with cold and something else - eyebrows furrowed and fangs bared like a wild animal. Lottie hadn’t intended to get her to this point but it was always an inevitable, their butting of heads. Still, it fills her with a giddy sensation, pulls a manic laugh out of her. “I told you,” Lottie couldn’t wipe the grin off her lips if she tried. “It’s in you. You just have to set It free, Nat, and you’ll understand. All of it.”

A hand wraps around her throat threateningly, though there’s no pressure behind it. Nat’s looking at her incredulously, using an iota of strength to pin Lottie to the tree - it’s not like Lottie would fight back anyway. “You’ve officially fucking lost it.”

It’s the closest Nat had chosen to be to her aside from the pre-hunt ritual. It only serves to make Lottie more giddy, to broaden her grin.

“What’s so funny?” Nat asks irritably, now beginning to apply pressure. Lottie’s limp arm proceeds to drip blood onto the snow as if emboldened, scarlet and beautiful.

Lottie licks her chapped lips and doesn’t miss the way Nat’s eyes flicker down. “You’re shaking.” Lottie laughs, though it’s a little choked through the grip on her neck. “You’re scared It’s in you. It’s too late.”

“That’s not why I’m shaking,” Nat says, malice behind every word.

“Then why?” Lottie asks, though she’s almost positive she knows the answer.

“I fucking hate you.”

Then lips are against Lottie’s, cold and chapped and bruising, dripping with unbridled rage. It’s not innocent, it’s not sweet, Lottie’s certain it’s not how Nat has kissed Travis.

It’s quick - Nat pulls away as if she’s been burned, hand leaving Lottie’s throat as if she’s finally come to. Lottie levels her with a sickly-sweet smile. “How much?” She ignores the heaving of Nat’s chest, the way she’s biting her lips as if in restraint. “How much do you hate me, Nat?” She takes a brave step into Nat’s space, uses their height difference in an almost demeaning way.

Maybe Lottie is a little unhinged. That doesn’t make It any less real.

The act spurs something in Nat, something raw and animalistic as she yanks Lottie down by the cuff of her winter coat and kisses her again this time - more assuredly but just as fueled by anger. This kiss burns, and Lottie can’t help but hiss as she realizes Nat has bitten her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It smears against the both of their lips and quickly warms the kiss, the pain shooting through both Lottie’s hand and now her lip nothing compared to the euphoria of seeing Nat let go.

The kiss turns filthy, blood mixing with saliva as it turns open-mouthed, the taste of iron tinging both of their tongues.

Lottie feels Nat push her back up against the tree with her free hand, the bark rough even through the fabric of her clothes. Her bloodied hand dangles uselessly, though she doesn’t hesitate to tangle her free hand in Nat’s hair. Nat started it - she wasn’t backing out so easily.

It’s impossible for Lottie not to moan into the kiss, not when it’s this dirty, this angry. Nat’s lips are insistent, the pressure behind them making Lottie’s newly-attained wound sting even more. It doesn’t help when Nat bites again, when she dips her hand under the fabric of Lottie’s layered clothing to dig furious nails into her skin.

“Nat,” Lottie moans, sensations building until this isn’t enough, until she needs something more.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nat growls against her lips, nails pressing harder as their tongues resume their dance, Lottie’s dangling hand itching to paint Nat red with her blood.

Obediently, Lottie fights the whimper that threatens to bubble in her throat. There’s something about this Nat that isn’t like her usual self, that sends a little shock of fear down Lottie’s spine. It may be inside all of them, but within Nat It’s vicious, scathing and unrestrained.

Nat’s hand climbs Lottie’s side, scratching at the skin until she skims the underwire of Lottie’s bra. At this Lottie can’t help but murmur a “Please,” thighs clenched tight as Nat toys with her, Nat’s own sadistic grin pressed against Lottie’s lips.

When she pulls away their lips are connected by red-tinged spit, Lottie breathing heavily while Nat, aside from the flush in her cheeks, looks strangely collected - pleased for once, even.

“We should head back - get your hand wrapped up.” Nat says, like she cares.

Lottie, briefly, understands this ‘hate’ feeling.

Notes: first drabble on here ….i hope you enjoyed anon <3 if not you’re free to stone me

[nats-w1fe]

Shauna: I think i might be gay, oh and i have a girlfriend Taissa: Oh congrats!- Van: *Running in angrily* NO!

[katnissegf]

not so hard to get — lottie matthews

summary: she’s been acting different since you ghosted her. when you finally show up at her soccer match, things get better. fluffy ending. part one.

it’s been a few weeks since the last time you spoke to lottie.

you’ve been doing your best to ignore the thoughts that invade your brain every day, such as the memories, the what-ifs, the echo of her voice and laugh.

avoiding her became part of your routine. you don’t even let yourself meet her eyes in the hallway or during class.

and yet, it’s hard not to notice how you see her less around school than before. less parties. less noise. still, one thing keeps replaying in your mind, over and over. “i really wanted this to work. this only happened with you.”

you shake the thought away when you spot mari waiting for you during lunch break. she’s leaning against a bench, already halfway through a granola bar when you reach her with a smile, or at least something you try to pass as one.

“hey, how was yesterday’s match? did you guys win?” you take a sandwich from her tray like it’s your own and start eating.

“don’t even get me started. we get worse every game! i mean we’re so close to nationals and lottie doesn’t even bothers to show up at practice like—” she cuts herself off, and your breath catches the second you hear her name. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to bring her up.”

“it’s okay, don’t worry.” you look down as you pronounce the (not very) convincing words. “do you guys have talked to her about it?”

“well.. yeah. jackie did. but she wouldn’t listen to any of us. it’s like she doesn’t care anymore.” and there’s silence. an uncomfortable one. “but she still asks about you, you know.”

“c’mon, mari.” you chuckle at her words. “i’m being serious. she’s been acting so different since you came here, and even more different when you stopped talking to her.”

you don’t say anything. you just take another bite of the sandwich that doesn’t taste like anything anymore.

“look, i’m not going to pressure you anymore. and i know what i’ve said about her before, because yeah, i thought she was playing too. but now?” she pauses, watching you carefully. “i think she meant it. she really misses you. and i can tell you miss her too.“

you hesitate, your voice softer. “do you think she changed for me?”

“not for you,” mari says. “but because of you. and that’s better.”

you were about to open your mouth to respond when the bell rang. as you both stood up to head back to class, mari caught your attention one last time.

“i’m going to make sure she shows up to the match next week,” she murmured. “so.. if you want to give her another chance, you should come. but if you don’t, that’s okay too. i just want you to feel better again.”

so you start thinking about it all weekend.

you think about her. about how she looked that afternoon by the classroom door, the hurt in her eyes when she realized you didn’t believe her. you also think about mari, who has never been the biggest lottie matthews defender, and yet she believes she has changed for good. not for you, but because of you.

then match’s day arrives. but not just any match, this is the one that decides if they go to nationals, the biggest game of the season. of course you had to assist.

you don’t even tell mari you’re going. you just show up, hands buried in your pockets. you sit higher in the bleachers this time, hoping not to stand out, at least not yet.

the stadium’s louder than usual, more people, more pressure. the team is warming up when you arrive, and that’s when you spot her right away.

lottie is focused, a little more serious now. like she’s carrying something on her shoulders and trying not to let it break her.

you don’t think she has seen you. but halfway through the first half, she glances toward the stands, and then stops. her gaze locks on yours, frozen for a few seconds before she turns back to the field.

but then everything shifts. she starts playing like she needs this. like every move is for something bigger than just a win. you heard she hadn’t been herself in the last few games, but now? she’s electric. she owns the field, she controls the game.

when the final whistle blows, it’s official, they’ve won. they’re going to nationals. her teammates scream, jump, throw their arms around each other. but lottie doesn’t celebrate. she turns, breathless, scanning the bleachers again, searching for you.

you think about leaving before she finds you. you even stand up, taking a step toward the exit, but you don’t move any farther. and she notices that.

minutes later, you’re still standing at the edge of the bleachers when she finds you. she’s covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed from the nerves of seeing you again. neither of you says anything at first, the noise of the crowd fading around you.

“i didn’t think you would come.” she breaks the silence, her voice insecure, like she’s been holding something in for too long.

your heart beats fast. “i didn’t think i would either.” she laughs under her breath, but it’s not bitter, just tired. “i meant what i said,” she adds, softer now. “back then. i still do.”

and finally, you really see her. not the version you built in your head, the flirty, careless girl everyone warned you about. that’s not who’s standing in front of you now, and you know it.

“i’m sorry i didn’t believe you, lotts. but i do now. and i miss you more than anything.”

“then prove it.” she says without hesitation, smiling. a real smile, one she hasn’t worn in a long time.

you just step closer, wrapping your arms around her neck confidently. her hands find their way to your waist, like that’s exactly where they belong. and then, you kiss her.

it’s slow, careful, like you’re both still afraid it might break. but it doesn’t. around you, the crowd is still celebrating, but for once, lottie matthews isn’t chasing a win. she’s holding it in her hands.

[cerise-fille]

DRABBLE-fic; oc: anka arthurs × natalie scatorccio; post-rescue timeline; soundtrack: missing parts - flawed mangoes.

—☆

it began out of nowhere without any warning, like most of that type of things usually go.

nat stayed at anka's place for one night after a teribble hangover, at the morning anka fed her with passable breakfast, then let her go into freefall.

but natalie was at her doorstep evening after.

"you could use a company in that tomb of yours, doc." nat said.

anka never was shy, she always knew how to say no to anyone. especially to someone as cheeky as natalie was being. and with anyone else? she would do just that. but this was nat.

and so nat stayed.

anka wasn't bothered by that. living with natalie was easy, natural. like they're back into the cabin in the wilderness or shared hut. like they're where they belong.

fights and small quarrels took their places too, of course. there was nothing perfect about them both, after all.

natalie was always complaining about anka's schedule, about how much coffee anka drinks everyday, about how everytime when natalie asked innocent 'how was your day?' during dinner, anka started to talk about the autopsy, if this day brought her an interesting case.

anka was complaining back. about how messy natalie was with her clothes, how she never ate anything better than fried eggs if anka wasn't the one who cooked and left empty pot noodle's packs, how natalie always took her sweet time in the shower.

there were also things they both complained in the dead of night, but never in the light of day. about anka's cold hands, about natalie wrapping the whole blanket around herself, about any of them being clingy all over again.

none of that really troubled anka. it was small, sometimes said for no other reason than to be said, squabble. those words never mattered.

what did worry anka was minerva.

when they started to live together, minerva was one year old, extremely whimsical and absolutely unforgiving calico cat.

minerva was a talkative one. demanding. she loved talking with anka, and anka never enjoyed her loud meowling.

and so they hated each other. affectionately.

the problem? if minnie could tolerate anka for all good things she did for her, other people could not boast any of it, and so were in horrible danger by just being around that cat.

so when minerva jumped onto laps of surprised and grumbling nat, and started to meow anka just arched an eyebrow.

"okay," she thought. but with each day the whole deal become more and more obviuos.

minnie adored nat, followed her every step and tried to get natalie to talk with her, she loved that more than anything. but natalie didn't.

with every fiber of her soul, nat was trying to show how much she disliked this cat and how she couldn't care less about this annoying creature.

anka knew better. because nat was soft, even after all this years.

natalie was scratching minnie behind her ear, never forgetting to feed her in the evening and was always subtly making sure this meowling brat has alright.

and ignored the swell in her chest, kept her mouth shut about it, never letting out a quip and letting nat has her secret, if she wished to keep it.

and today was usual sunday morning, until it wasn't.

anka always was an early riser, and nothing could change that. it was routine. anka untangled herself out of the blanket (and sometimes nat's arms), went to the kitchen to make something similliar to breakfast and coffee. and usually natalie just crawled out of the bed, not fully woke, but present enough to leech onto her cup of coffee and drink it until her gaze would turn not so mindless anymore.

but not today.

anka turns off the stove, omelet and bacon still sizzle quietly on only one plate, because anka never ate nothing more nutritious than fruits before lunch.

she sighs, hesitating just for a moment, wanting to call out to nat, before deciding against it, taking her own cup of coffee in her hands and walking towards her bedroom.

when anka reaches the open door she almost opens her mouth, but the first thing she hears is -

"well aren't ya pretty girl, hmm?" nat's voice is low and raspy after sleep.

the room is flooded with light of the rising sun, anka's desk filled with papers, the book nat was reading last night lies on the floor near the mattress that was anka's bed, natalie's hand lazily scratches minerva behind the ear, making the cat to purr loudly and contentedly.

anka froze midstep, holding her breath. she lets the view settle in her mind before quietly lean against the doorway in the shadow, not anknowledging her presence, but not hiding either.

nat smiles,just slightly, lets the minerva nuzzle her hand and not even scoffs at the cat's meowling.

"what's that? wanna be clingy first thing in the morning, really?" natalie murmurs lowly and softly, as minnie meows again and steps onto nat's chest making her produce unintelligible noise and then let out a quiet chuckle. "...jeez, princess, yer heavier than you look, that's for sure."

natalie continues to murmur sweet nothings to occasionaly meowling to hold a conversation minerva, and anka just stood there, quietly sipping her coffee, watching something that never meant for her eyes.

she liked what she saw. she liked to see natalie smiling, she liked how sun rays filled the bedroom with warm light, how loudly minnie was purring, how cozy it all looked.

she hated to break the moment. but she still coughed quietly. and natalie looked up.

her smile faltered in a second. natalie felt how flushed her cheeks but her face remained undisturbed. or at least she tried her best to keep it that way.

she is silent for a moment, just looking back at anka, taking in her pyjama, short black hair tied into low and messy ponytail at the back of her head, those blue eyes which always looked straight into her soul with this usual calmness inside them, but also flecks of softness behind the surface. natalie felt caught even though she knew she did nothing wrong.

"are you gonna stare at me all day or what?" nat's voice is just a hoarse and low rasp as she swallows the lamp in her throat.

anka didn't respond right away, instead taking a sip of her coffee and keeping her annoyingly calm eyes on nat.

anka straightens up and shakes her head slowly.

"breakfast is ready." she says, and in a beat disappears in the hallway.

but nat could swear she heard a quiet, soft chuckle coming that way, as she hide her face behind hand, biting her lower lip to hold in the groan eager to slip off her lips.

natalie thought that now there would be no end to the teasing. there would be none.

—☆

• minnie hates everyone except nat. a lot like her owner, tbh.

• anka and nat not always sleep in one bad. nat sleeps on the couch, but she likes anka's bed better. but they go to each other at night only when they can't sleep alone or after another nightmare. it's just safer this way.

• (anka never wanted to be a cat/never was that envy of the cat than in this fic😔)