darlinluxx

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff, suggestive

warnings : suggestive

𝐓he late afternoon sun dropped through the gaps in the bleachers, painting dappled patterns across your dress. Natalie’s lips were soft against yours, a stark contrast to the fierce glint that usually resides in her eyes.

her hands, rough and calloused, were threaded in your hair, pulling you closer. your back was pressed against the cool, concrete foundation of the bleachers, but the chill didn’t register. all you felt was the heat radiating off Natalie, the frantic flutter in your chest, the dizzying scent of sweat, cheap shampoo, and something uniquely her that always left you breathless.

the initial innocent kisses had escalated quickly. a soft moan escaped your lips as her hand slipped beneath your dress, her fingertips tracing the curve of your hips. you knew better than to push her too far, too fast, but the way she was kissing you, the way she was trembling slightly against you, felt different. more unguarded.

“Nat,” you breathes against her mouth.

she pulled back slightly, her breath ragged. “yeah?”

“someone might see us.”

a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of Nat’s lips. “nah. everyone’s busy warming up. besides, who’d expect you to be doing this under the bleachers?”

you playfully shoved her shoulder. “shut up.”

her grin widened, and she leaned back in, hungrier this time. her tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you parted them willingly, the world outside dissolving into a haze of sensation. the rough concrete bit into your spine, but you didn’t care.

the sound of cleats crunching on gravel broke the spell. your heart leaped into your throat.

“Nat? Nat, coach is gonna kill us! where are you?”

it was Lottie, her voice echoing with a mixture of impatience and concern. Natalie swore under her breath, pulling away with a visible reluctance.

“shit,” Nat muttered, running a hand through her hair. “gotta go.”

Nat gave you one last lingering kiss, a quick, hard press of lips against yours. “save me a seat, okay?”

you nodded, still breathless, watching as Nat emerged from the shadows beneath the bleachers. Lottie spotted her and her face softened, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“took you long enough,” Lottie said, bumping Natalie’s shoulder playfully. “Coach is about to lose it.”

Nat just shrugged, that familiar, cool detachment settling back onto her features like a mask. you watched them walk towards the field, a strange mix of relief and longing swirling inside you.

as Natalie jogged onto the field, she glanced back at you, a fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker of a smile. you returned it, your heart skipping a beat.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x feminine!fem!reader

fluff

warnings : alcohol, smoking, reader is a cheerleader, mentions of bad home life

a/n : i’m such a sucker for the opposites attract trope 😭

- Nat has a tough exterior, but a big heart.

-Nat appears as cynical and hardened, but you know there’s a well of loyalty and vulnerability underneath. it takes a lot of patience (and maybe a few beers) to crack the surface

- she bristles at being told what to do or how to feel. gift her a beautifully planned, romantic day? she’s suspicious. take her to a shitty bar late at night? she’s putty in your hands

- Nat notices everything, even when she seems completely checked out. she remembers small details you’ve mentioned in passing and brings them up weeks later

- she’s fiercely loyal to those she cares about. if anyone even looks at you wrong, Nat’s ready to fight someone

- everyone, especially your friends, was surprised when you started dating Nat. you’re so different, it shouldn’t work but it does

- dinner reservations? your domain. impromptu road trip to a questionable music festival? that’s Nat’s idea. compromise is key

- you help ground Nat and bring some stability to her chaotic world. she pushes you outside of your comfort zone and shows you a different side of life

- let’s just say Nat isn’t the best at expressing her feelings. you’ve learned to read between the lines, but sometimes it’s exhausting

- she is a softie when it comes to you, she would never admit it, but she would do anything for you

- you met Nat at a party you were throwing. she looked completely out of place, like a stray cat at a dog show

- you were drawn to her immediately. everyone else was bubbly and full of energy, and she was the exact opposite. that’s what drew you in. plus, that little smirk she wore was incredibly intriguing

- you offered her a drink, a beer you stole from your older sibling’s stash. she raised an eyebrow, took it, and downed half of it in one go. you were hooked

- you’re all about pastel colors, perfect nails, perfect makeup and hair, and cheerleading practice. Nat wears ripped jeans, leather jackets, and spent her afternoons skipping class to hang out behind the school smoking cigarettes

- your friends did not understand. “why her?” they’d ask, with a mix of genuine curiosity and thinly veiled judgment. you just shrugged. you couldn’t explain it

- you were one of the few people who saw past Nat’s tough exterior. you knew she’s incredibly intelligent, fiercely loyal, and surprisingly sensitive

- you learn that her sarcasm was often a defense mechanism, a way to keep people at arm’s length. you worked to earn her trust, brick by brick

- it wasn’t always easy. there were walls, secrets, and unpredictable mood swings. but the glimpse of vulnerability you caught made it all worthwhile

- small gestures were huge with Nat. she wasn’t big on grand romantic declarations, but she leaves you mixtapes with your favorite songs on it, or silently hold your hand when you’re feeling down

- she probably writes you poetry, but it’s all hidden in a dusty old notebook

- like i said, she’s soo protective. guys who try to flirt with you suddenly found themselves on the receiving end of Nat’s icy glare and a string of creatively crafted insults

- she gets you your favorite flowers

- public displays of affection are rare, but when they happened, they were electric. a stolen kiss in a crowded hallway of your school, her hand grazing your back as you walked by

- you know about Nat’s turbulent home life—the absent parents, the general instability. you know she had to be so independent because she has no one else

- you’re a safe place for her. a place where she doesn’t have to be tough, where she can let her guard down, even just for a little bit. your parents occasionally take her in for the night, offering her a hot meal and a warm bed

- you know you can’t fix her problems. but you can be there for her, to listen, to support her, and to remind her that she isn’t alone

- Nat secretly loves watching you practice for cheer. she tells you to pick a sport that was less girly. you think it was funny that she was acting annoyed

- you know she’s good at soccer, amazing even. she’s quiet about it, but she has that look of determination and a competitive drive she tries to hide

- you go to every one of her games, cheering her on from the sidelines. omg wearing her jersey……….

- she pretended to be annoyed when she first saw you wearing her jersey, but you caught her smiling

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎���𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : so high school by taylor swift

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : smoking

𝐓he fluorescent lights of your high school hummed above you, a relentless, buzzing soundtrack to another mind-numbing lesson in math. you doodles things in the pages of your notebook, trying to tune out your teacher’s voice. you were barely even pretending to pay attention.

a folded note landed softly on your desk, a tiny, expertly-aimed paper airplane. you glanced up, catching Natalie’s eye across the room. she offered a smirk, mischievous and utterly captivating. your heart did a little flip.

you unfolded the note. bored. wanna bail?

the nerve of her. the thrill of it. you bit your lip, glancing at your teacher, who was thankfully absorbed in a complex equation. they were probably too busy trying to figure out the equation to notice if all the students tried to make a run for it.

you scribbled back, where would we even go?

another paper airplane, landing with the same silent grace. doesn’t matter. anywhere but here. meet me by the bike rack in 5.

your stomach did another flip. this was Natalie Scatorccio. rebellious and reckless. beautiful in a way that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. and she wanted you to skip class with her. you were usually the one who at least tried to toe the line. you chewed on the end of your pencil, the wood splintering slightly.

this was insane.

this was exactly what you wanted.

you scribbled a quick okay and gave it back to Nat. the next five minutes stretched into an eternity. you meticulously packed your bag, slow and deliberate, trying to look casual even though your hands were shaking. the bell finally rang, a glorious sound that signaled freedom—or at least, a different kind of captivity in the hallways.

you spotted her leaning against the bike rack, cigarette clamped between her lips, the smoke curling around her face like a defiant halo. she was wearing her usual shoes, ripped jeans, a faded band t-shirt, and her black leather jacket. she looked impossibly cool.

“took you long enough.” Nat said, the cigarette bobbing slightly as she spoke.

you flushed, feeling the familiar, nervous heat creep up your neck. “sorry. didn’t want to look obvious.”

she raised an eyebrow. “too late,” she flicked the cigarette butt onto the asphalt and ground it out with her boot. “so, where to?”

you shrugged. “i don’t know. the woods?”

her lips curled into a genuine smile, the kind that made your breath catch in your throat. “perfect. i know a place.”

and with that, Natalie grabbed your hand and started walking, pulling you along with her. your hand tingled where hers grasped it, rough and calloused but warm and secure. you glanced back at the school, its brick facade receding in the distance. a small wave of guilt washed over you, but it was quickly swept away by the potent cocktail of adrenaline and Natalie’s intoxicating presence.

the woods swallowed you whole, the scent of pine needles and damp earth filling your lungs. Nat led the way, navigating the tangled undergrowth with an easy confidence. you stumbled a little, tripping over roots and fallen branches, but she always stopped, patiently waiting for you to catch up.

finally, she stopped in a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. a stream trickled nearby, the sound like a whispered secret.

“this is it.” she said, her voice softer here, in the quiet of the woods.

you looked around, taking it all in. it was beautiful, peaceful, a world away from the sterile hallways of your high school.

“it’s so pretty.” you breathed.

Nat sat down on a fallen log, pulling you down beside her. she took a beat up old lighter out of her pocket and lit another cigarette. after a drag, she offered it to you.

you shook your head, your throat tightening. you’d never smoked before.

“you sure?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.

you hesitated before giving in. you wanted to be brave like Nat, reckless like her. you wanted to prove you were worth being here, in her secret place, with her.

you took the cigarette, and let her guide your hand.

you took a drag, coughing almost immediately. the smoke burned your throat, making your eyes water.

Natalie laughed, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “easy there, princess.”

you coughed again, handing the cigarette back to her. you both sat there, legs dangling over the edge of the log.

Nat took another drag, then blew a perfect smoke ring that drifted lazily upwards before dissipating into the air. “so,” she said, turning to you. “why’d you say yes?”

you felt your face get warm again. “cause i wanted to be with you.” the words tumbled out, awkward and honest.

she smiled. “good answer.” she reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing against your cheek. your heart hammered against your ribs.

“you know,” Nat said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “this is our secret place now.”

you nodded with a soft smile, unable to speak, your gaze locked on hers.

the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Natalie, alone in the secret sanctuary of the woods. the hum of your high school was long gone, replaced by the gentle murmur of the stream and the quiet promise of something wild and unknown.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : prom by sza

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : cigarettes, weed

a/n : thinking about going to prom with nat :(( <3

𝐓he corsage felt like a foreign object on your wrist, a delicate cluster of baby’s breath and pale pink roses. you smoothed down the silk of your dress, a light pink color that pooled at your ankles, and you took one last look in the mirror. perfect. you had spent weeks agonizing over every detail, from the exact shade of your lipstick to the way your hair cascaded down your back in soft waves.

prom. it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. expect, maybe you hadn’t dreamed of going with Natalie Scatorccio.

not that you didn’t adore Nat. you did, of course. intensely. she just wasn’t… prom. she was cigarettes and cheap liquor. she was the ghost of mischief that lingered in every hallway, a dare bubbling just beneath the surface of her eyes.

you heard the rumble of her beat-up car pull into the driveway, the engine coughing like a chain smoker. a nervous flutter erupted in your chest. you grabbed your clutch purse, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

Nat was leaning against the hood of her car, a cigarette dangling from her lips, a smirk playing on her face. even though you knew her taste for things like that were probably unhealthy, she looked so alluring, so rebellious in that moment. she was wearing a thrift store suit that was slightly too big for her, the tie askew, but somehow she managed to make it look effortlessly cool.

“you look amazing.” she said, stubbing out her cigarette under her boot. the compliment, so simple and genuine, made your cheeks flush.

“you don’t look so bad yourself.”

she opened the passenger door for you with a flourish, and you slid into the worn leather seat, the scent of stale smoke and cheap cologne filling your nostrils. not exactly the romantic ambiance you’d envisioned.

“ready?” she asked, a glint in her eyes.

the prom was exactly as you expected. garish decorations, too-loud music, and a sea of familiar faces trying too hard to look like they were having the time of their lives. you danced a few slow songs with Nat, her awkward movements somehow endearing, but the whole thing felt… stilted. fake.

you were on your third glass of punch, the sugary sweetness doing little to quell the rising tide of boredom, when you felt Nat’s hand slip into yours.

“wanna get outta here?” she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

the question hung in the air, a silent invitation to abandon the carefully constructed façade of prom night and embrace the thrill of something real. you looked into her eyes, saw the promise of adventure, and knew there was only one answer.

“definitely.”

she didn’t waste any time. within minutes, you were back in her car, the prom receding in the rearview mirror like a forgotten dream.

“where are we going?” you asked, as she navigated the familiar backroads.

“somewhere we can breathe.” she replied, her voice laced with a mischievous grin.

she drove further and further out of town, the landscape growing increasingly rural. finally, she pulled off onto a dirt road that led into a dense pine forest. the air was thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth.

“c’mon,” Natalie said, grabbing a backpack from the back seat. “i know a spot.”

you followed her through the trees, the silk of your dress snagging on branches, your carefully styled hair becoming increasingly disheveled. you didn’t care. the weight of expectation had lifted, replaced by a sense of exhilaration.

you emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Nat spread a blanket on the ground and pulled out a small bag of weed. she sat down on the blanket and you sat down beside her.

“don’t tell me you’ve never done this before.” she said, raising an eyebrow.

you hasn’t. not with her, or really anyone. your crowd wasn’t the drug crowd. “i haven’t.”

she grinned. “then you’re in for a treat.”

you watched as she expertly rolled a joint and lit it, the flame of the lighter illuminating her face in the darkness. she took a long drag, held it in, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that dissipated into the night air.

“your turn.” Natalie said, handing you the joint.

you hesitated for a moment, then took a hit. the smoke burned your throat, and you coughed. Nat laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“easy there.” she said, guiding your hand.

after a few more tries, you got the hang of it. the world around you began to soften, the edges blurring, the sounds of the forest amplified. you laughed at something Nat said, a giddy, unrestrained laugh that surprised even you.

you lay back on the blanket, staring up at the stars, the universe unfolding before you. Nat was beside you, her hand intertwined with yours.

“this is so much better than prom.” you murmured, your voice slightly slurred.

“i told you,” she said, squeezing your hand. “we make our own magic, doll.”

surrounded by the darkness and the intoxicating haze of marijuana, you believed her. this wasn’t the prom you had dreamed of, but it was real. it was messy. it was you. and it was perfect.

the next morning, you woke up in your own bed, the faint smell of smoke clinging to your clothes, the corsage crushed on your nightstand. the memory of the night before was hazy, fragmented, but the feeling remained: a sense of freedom, of rebellion, of being truly seen by someone who didn’t care about your dress or perfect hair, but about the wild, untamed spirit that burned within you.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff, smut

warnings : smut, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dom!nat sub!reader, degradation, spit

a/n : i need her it’s not funny anymore

- biggest fan of radiohead and hole

- she hates seeing you hurt and would try and solve problems, even if she made them worse sometimes

- it takes her a bit to open up to you, but once she does, she trusts you with everything and anything

- so sooo protective of you, she’s like your personal bodyguard

- loves to skip school with you and take you out somewhere instead

- making out behind the bleachers before her soccer game !! she says it’s her “good luck charm”

- Nat will sneak through your window late at night because she wanted to see you

- loves casual dominance, like lifting your chin up to look up at her or opening doors for you

- absolutely loves seeing you in her clothes

- loves going on for late night drives on the weekend, no destination in mind. windows down, blaring whatever rock band she was obsessed with that week

- you end up at abandoned drive-ins, desolate beaches, places that feel like the edge of the world

- she teaches you how to hotwire cars, not because you need to, but because it was fun

- sneaking into movie theaters for free

- Nat doesn’t do small talk. she cuts through the bullshit with a rusty blade. if she thinks your new haircut was awful, she tells you. brutally, but honestly. and somehow, you appreciate it

- when she cares, she cares. late nights spent passionately making out behind the bleachers. long drawn out touches in the hallways at school. she always finds ways to make you gasp for more

- Nat is fiercely loyal. if someone messes with you, they mess with her. she defends you to the death, even if you’re wrong

- onto some complicated things, Nat has a dark side, a self-destructive streak that worries you. the drinking, the drugs, the reckless behavior—it’s all a way to escape something, but you aren’t sure what. you try to talk to her, to help her, but she just pushes you away

- she’s possessive, and sometimes, it borders on jealousy

- Nat smokes a lot. she tried to hide it from you at first, but she failed miserably

- she has a surprisingly soft spot for animals, especially stray dogs

- she’s terrible at expressing her feelings verbally, but shows them through actions and small gestures (she’s just like me fr)

- omg road trips with Nat !! spending hours driving to your destination, fueled by gas station snacks and her endless supply of cigarettes. she loves to drive, loved the feeling of leaving everything behind

- when it comes to movie nights, her taste in movies was… eclectic. think cult classics, film noir, and anything directed by Quentin Tarantino

- you sit in her dimly lit basement, surrounded by stacks of VHS tapes, her shoulder brushing against yours as you watch some obscure film. those were the quiet moments, when she lets her guard down just a little

- the quiet moments are the most precious. sitting on the hood of Nat’s car, watching the city lights blur below late at night, listening to her play guitar (yes she plays guitar)

- Nat has a dark sense of humor. you never know if she’s being serious or not, which is both thrilling and terrifying

nsfw ౨ৎ (sorry these are so short, i’m much better at writing fluff 😭)

- i’m a strong believer she’s a top / dom !!

- loves eating you out, like could live between your thighs for the rest of her life

- such. a. tease.

- “shh, be quiet. you don’t want anyone to hear how much of a slut you’re being f’me.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- lowkey really mean but it’s ok cuz it’s Nat

- loves fucking you in front of a mirror

- loves to tease you in public and seeing you get all worked up

- her moves are deliberate and possessive

- Nat’s rough, but never intentionally hurtful

- obsessed with seeing how her words affect you

- spitting in your mouth omg ?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- when it comes to aftercare, it’s mostly just a shared cigarette. jkjk (kinda)

- she makes sure you’re okay and will literally get you anything you want

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐍𝐎.𝟏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff, suggestive

warnings : suggestive, alcohol, mentions of cigarettes, Lottie catching yall 😭

a/n : i might rewrite this sometime idk

𝐓he low, thumping bass vibrates through the floor of the car, a physical manifestation of the nervous energy swirling in your stomach. you glanced over at Natalie, her jaw set, eyes fixed on the road ahead. even in the dim streetlight washing over her face, you could see the stubborn glint in her eyes, the one that said “don’t even try.”

“relax,” you said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “it’s just a party.”

Nat scoffed, a harsh, humorless sound. “yeah, a party thrown by Lottie Matthews.”

you playfully rolled your eyes. everyone was going to the party, or at least saying they were. social currency in suburbia was a fickle thing, and being seen at Lottie’s event was apparently worth its weight in tequila shots.

you knew why Natalie was tense. the dynamic between her and Lottie was complicated, fraught with unspoken words. knowing Natalie, she’d probably rather wrestle a bear cub than make small talk with Lottie in her opulent mansion.

“we can leave anytime,” you reassured her, squeezing her hand again. “if it gets too much, we’re out. deal?”

she finally met your gaze, the hard edge softening slightly. “deal.”

the Matthews’ house was, as expected, an ostentatious display of wealth. a fountain gurgled in the manicured front yard, bathed in colored spotlights. the driveway overflowed with student’s cars. you could already feel the subtle pressure to conform, to be polished and poised.

Natalie squeezed your hand tight, her knuckles white. “deep breaths.” you murmured, offering a small smile.

the music inside was deafening, a mix of pop hits and alternative. the house pulsed with bodies, a swirling vortex of clothes and laughter. you spotted a few familiar faces from school.

“ugh,” Natalie muttered, pulling you towards the relative quiet of the hallway. “i need a drink.”

you navigated through the crowd, eventually finding a makeshift bar in the dining room. Natalie poured herself a whiskey.

after a few minutes, Natalie seemed to loosen up, the whiskey doing its work. you found yourself tucked away in a dimly lit alcove, the noise of the party a distant hum. the air hung thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken desires.

you traced the line of Natalie’s jaw with your fingertip. “better?”

she leaned in, her eyes dark and intense. “much.”

the feeling of her lips on yours was electric, a jolt that banished the pretentious atmosphere and the lingering anxiety. you deepened the kiss, her hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on Natalie’s tongue filled your senses.

soon, you found yourself in the garden. the cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stifling heat inside. you found yourselves near the pool, the water shimmering under the moonlight.

Natalie pressed you against a tall, sculpted hedge, her kisses more insistent. the fabric of your dress crumpled in her hands. the distant music faded, replaced by the sound of your own ragged breaths and the rustling leaves.

“god, you’re so fucking pretty.” she breathed, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

you pulled her closer, needing her, wanting her to forget everything else, just for a little while. the world narrowed to just the two of you, the only reality the heat of her body against yours and the taste of her lips.

suddenly, a voice cut through the haze. “there you guys are.”

you pulled away, breathless, to see Lottie standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

Natalie straightened up, her face a mask of annoyance. “Lottie.”

Lottie’s gaze flickered between you and Natalie, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “i just wanted to say hello.”

the tension in the air was palpable, a thick, suffocating weight. you knew this was it. the moment Natalie had been dreading. this was the past, the present, and possibly the future all colliding in one uncomfortable, moonlight encounter.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : text book by lana del rey

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : weed

𝐓he textbooks lay scattered across you like fallen leaves after a particularly brutal October wind. you chew on the end of your pen, your brow furrowed in concentration as you try to decipher the math equations in your textbook. Natalie, sprawled on the floor beside you, isn’t even pretending to study. she’s fiddling with the lighter, flicking it open and shut with that practiced ease, the tiny spark a brief flash of rebellion in the dim light of the bedroom.

“seriously, Nat,” you sigh, nudging her leg with your foot. “we have a test tomorrow. i need to actually learn this stuff.”

Natalie glances over at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “relax, doll. you’re smart, you’ll ace it.”

“that’s not the point.” you retort, but you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips. you low how effortlessly Nat seems to navigate life, how she radiates a confidence you sometimes envy. even surrounded by textbooks and the pressure of impeding exams, she manages to exude a cool, detached energy.

“okay, okay,” she concedes, setting the lighter down. “how about we take a… study break?” she winks, reaching under her bed and pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden box.

your heart gives a little thump. you know exactly what’s in the box. you’ve shared its contents with her many times before, a quiet rebellion against the suffocating expectations of life in New Jersey.

“Nat,” you say, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “we really shouldn’t. not tonight. i need to focus.”

Natalie moves closer, her eyes pinning you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. “just a little,” she whispers, her voice low and husky. “just enough to make math… interesting.”

she brings the box closer, the aroma of dried herbs filling the air. the smell is familiar, comforting, and undeniably alluring. you know you should resist. you know you should stick to the plan, study for the test, and try to get a decent night’s sleep.

but then Natalie’s rolling a joint with practiced fingers, the movements graceful and hypnotic. the lighters flares again, and the room fills with the sweet, hazy smoke. she takes a long drag, holding it in before slowly exhaling, her eyes closing in contentment.

she offers it to you, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “c’mon,” she murmurs. “do it for me, yeah?”

you hesitate for a moment, then reach out and take the joint. the familiar warmth spreads through you with the first inhale, easing the tension in your shoulders, quieting the frantic voice in your head that’s been screaming about the test.

“okay,” you say, returning the joint to Natalie. “but after this, we actually study. deal?”

Natalie laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. “deal.”

the textbooks are quickly forgotten. the air thickens with smoke and the sound of your laughter. you find yourself sprawled on the bed next to Natalie, the math equations suddenly seeming hilariously absurd. you’re giggling about the most random topics that enter your mind.

later, your head is resting on Natalie’s chest, the rhythmic beat of her heart a soothing lullaby. the math textbook is discarded on the floor, replaced by the soft murmur of her voice as she tells you about a ridiculous conspiracy theory she read somewhere. the world outside the small bedroom fades away, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a haze of smoke and shared laughter.

you know this isn’t the most responsible thing to do. you know the test is important. but in this moment, wrapped in the intoxicating warmth of Natalie’s presence, you can’t bring yourself to care. you just want to stay here, lost in her eyes, forgetting, just for a little while, all the pressures and anxieties that lie ahead.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : none

𝐓he late afternoon sun dripped honey over the bleachers, staining the faces of the parents, siblings, and stray townies a soft gold. you chewed on your thumbnail, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach. it was just a soccer game. a soccer game where your girlfriend, Natalie, was arguably the best player on the field.

you shifted in the bleachers, the hard metal digging into your thighs. you weren’t a big sports person, but you wouldn’t miss this for the world. not when Nat had practically vibrated with excitement all week, boasting about their winning streak and the killer new move Coach Martinez had taught her. you’d even heard a faint glimmer of that old, bright-eyes Natalie peek through her usual cynicism—a spark you desperately wanted to see again.

you spotted her warming up on the sidelines. even from this distance, you recognized the sharp, focused intensity in her eyes. her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, a few strands escaping and framing her face. she moved with a controlled energy, kicking the ball with a force that seemed to vibrate through the air. you caught her eye and offered a small wave. her lips quirked up in a rare, fleeting smile. it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

the whistle blew, and the game began. immediately, the field erupted in a frenzy of movement. you found yourself holding your breath, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of the bench. even without knowing the intricacies of soccer, you could tell Nat was a force to be reckoned with. she moved like a predator, anticipating passes, intercepting the ball with a ferocious grace.

you knew, logically, that she was safe. but the way she threw herself into the game, the sheer recklessness with which she challenged the opposing team… it twisted a knot of anxiety in your stomach. you knew her history, the dark corners of her past haunted by demons she wrestled with daily. this intensity, this drive… was it a healthy outlet, or a desperate attempt to outrun something else?

a particularly brutal tackle sent Natalie sprawling to the ground. you nearly leaped to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. for a split second, you saw a flicker of pain on her face, but she shook it off, springing back up with a defiant glare. you released a shaky breath.

the game was a blur of yelling, cheering, and the thud of cleats on grass. you found yourself caught up in the energy, chanting along with the other people as Natalie weaves through defenders like a shark through water. then, it happened. Nat received a pass just outside the penalty box. powerful kick and the ball soared into the back of the net.

the crowd went wild. Natalie let out a triumphant yell. a genuine, unadulterated smile lit up her face, washing away the cynicism and the shadows. it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

after the final whistle blew, signaling their victory, you fought your way through the crowd to reach her. she was surrounded by teammates, all slapping her on the back and congratulating her. when she saw you, her smile widened. she disentangled herself from the group and walked towards you, sweat glistening on her forehead.

“hey,” Nat said, her voice slightly breathless. “you came.”

“wouldn’t miss it.” you replied, your voice a little hoarse.

she reached out and took your hand, her grip strong. “i saw you cheering.”

“of course i was cheering,” you said, squeezing her hand back. “you were amazing, Nat.”

she ducked her head, a hint of blush creeping up her neck. “thanks.”

she looked tired, but there was a lightness in her eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long time. you knew that she was far from healed, that the darkness was always lurking just beneath the surface. but in this moment, surrounded by the fading sunlight and the echoes of cheers, she was happy. and that was enough.

“let’s get pizza,” you said, pulling her towards the parking lot. “my treat.”

“pizza?” Natalie echoed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “fuck yeah.”

as you walked hand in hand, away from the field and towards the promise of greasy pizza and quiet conversation, you knew that supporting Natalie wouldn’t always be easy but you wouldn’t have it any other way. because those fleeting moments of light, they were worth fighting for. and you were more than ready to fight alongside her.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐀𝐈𝐌 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : hunting, guns

𝐓he air hangs thick and cold, biting at your exposed cheeks. snow crunches under your shoes with every hesitant step. this isn’t a pleasant situation. it’s survival training, courtesy of Natalie.

you watch her, silhouette sharp against the stark white landscape. Nat has transformed. gone is the sarcastic girl you knew back in New Jersey. this is a wilderness wraith, a predator in timberlands. holding a rifle, she’s a different animal, a creature of the hunt, familiar with the unforgiving rules of this frozen hell.

“alright, princess,” she says, her voice flat, almost devoid of emotion. it’s a mask she wears, you know, to keep the fear at bay. “time to stop admiring the scenery and start learning.”

you swallow, the lump in your throat suddenly enormous. you’ve never held a gun in your life, much less fired one. back home, the closest you got to hunting was ordering chicken at the local butcher shop. now, you’re staring down the barrel of a rifle that’s going to decide whether or not you eat tonight, tomorrow, maybe ever again.

“first,” Nat says, breaking you from your reverie, “safety. this is not a toy. this is not a game. treat it with respect, or it’ll bite you.” she hands you the rifle, its weight surprisingly substantial in your cold-numbed hands.

you nod, your teeth chattering slightly. it’s not just the cold.

she goes through the basics, mechanics you struggle to retrain. loading, unloading, the safety, the sights. she’s patient, surprisingly so, correcting your clumsy movements with firm but gentle hands. you can feel the tremor in her fingertips, the same tremor that plagues her at night, when the forest whispers secrets you don’t want to hear.

“okay,” she says, finally. “now, let’s talk about hunting. we can’t just go blasting away at anything that moves.”

Natalie explains, referencing hunts she’s described in the past. she speaks of deer as if she knows their habits intimately, their routes through the forest, the way they drink at the frozen creek.

“we need to be smart. quiet. patient.” she pauses, her eyes boring into yours. “and we need to be efficient. one shot. clean kill. no suffering.”

she sets up a makeshift target, a tattered piece of fabric tied to a stunted tree branch. then she demonstrates, raising the rifle, her movements fluid and practiced. the crack of the shot echoes through the silent woods, and the fabric flutters to the ground, riddled with a single, precise hole.

your turn.

you raise the rifle, the weight suddenly feeling unbearable. your hands shake. you squint, trying to align the sights, but everything blurs. the cold, the fear, the overwhelming pressure of survival—it all conspires against you.

“breathe,” Nat says, her voice softer now, closer. she steps behind you, her hands gently guiding yours. “slow, deep breaths. center yourself.”

you follow her instructions, focusing on the rhythm of your breathing. you try to block out the fear, the uncertainty, the gnawing hunger that never truly leaves you. you try to become Natalie, to channel her focus, her resilience.

slowly, the sights come into focus. you squeeze the trigger, the rifle bucking against your shoulder. the sound is deafening. you flinch, lowering the gun.

“well?” Nat asks, her voice tight.

you look at the target. a gaping hole, nowhere near the center, but still… a hit. a messy, imperfect hit, but a hit nonetheless.

a flicker of something, almost pride, crosses Natalie’s face. “not bad,” she says, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “not bad at all.”

it’s not perfect, and you know you have a long way to go. but in this frozen wasteland, where every day is a battle for survival, “not bad” is a victory. and standing here, with the rifle in your hands and Natalie by your side, you feel a sliver of hope, a fragile promise that maybe you can survive this after all. because you have her. and she has you. and maybe, together that’s enough.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nightmares

𝐓he latch clicks so softly you almost miss it. your breath hitches in your throat anyway. you’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours, wishing sleep to come, but every creak of the house, every rustle outside the window, has you jumping.

your heart hammers against your ribs as a dark shape detaches itself from the inky silhouette of the tree outside. it’s a familiar shape, one that’s etched into your memory. relief floods through you, so intense it’s almost dizzying.

“Nat?” you whisper, barley audible.

the shadow freezes, then a muffled voice answers, “yeah, it’s me. open the window.”

you scramble to your feet, the familiar ache of your loneliness momentarily forgotten. the cool glass presses against your palms as you push the window up with agonizing slowness. the hinges groan in protest, a sound that feels deafening in the quiet of the night.

“sorry.” you whisper, your voice barely a breath.

a grin flashes in the dim moonlight as Nat hauls herself over the sill, landing with a practiced ease that speaks of many clandestine visits. she’s wearing her usual uniform of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket that smells faintly of cigarettes and pine needles. just the smell is enough to ease the tension in your shoulders.

“took you long enough.” she teased, her voice low and husky.

you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. “the window’s old, what do you want me to do?”

Natalie steps closer, the moonlight catching her silhouette. her eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft and crinkled at the corners. “i want you.” she says, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

your stomach flips. you’ve been seeing Nat for months, but the pull she has on you still catches you off guard. the way she looks at you, like you’re the only thing that matters in the world, makes you feel seen in a way you never have before.

she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. they’re calloused and rough, but the touch is gentle. “you okay?” she asks, her brow furrowed with concern. “you look tired.”

you lean into her touch, closing your eyes for a brief moment. “just missed you.” you admit, the words barely escaping your lips.

Natalie’s hand moves to the back of your neck, her thumb tracing circles against your skin. “i missed you too, doll.”

she pulls you closer, and the cold fear that’s been clinging to you all day begins to dissipate. you bury your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her — cigarettes, leather, cheap alcohol, and something uniquely Natalie.

“nightmare?” she murmurs into your hair.

you nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. you don’t have to explain it. she just knows. she always does.

Nat leads you to the bed, pulling the covers back with one hand. she doesn’t ask you what the nightmare was about. she doesn’t need to. she knows the shadows that creep into your dreams, the ones that whisper of the past, the ones that still haunt both of you.

you climb into bed, shivering despite the warmth of the blankets. Natalie slides in beside you, pulling you close until she’s spooning you, her arm a heavy, comforting weight around your waist.

“better?” she asks, her voice laced with concern.

you nod, pressing closer to her warmth. “yeah. better.”

the world outside feels less scary with her here. the house creaks, the wind howls, but here, in this small circle of her arms, you feel safe. the tight knot in your chest loosens, and you finally allow yourself to relax.

she’s your anchor, your lifeline in a sea of chaos. you breathe in her scent, the familiar comfort of her presence, and close your eyes.

the anxieties of the day slowly melt away, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing. you might not be able to control the nightmares, or the world outside, but in this moment, with Natalie beside you, holding you close, you know you can face anything.

sleep finally comes, a sweet, dreamless oblivion, guided by the soft beat of her heart against your back. you are finally, blissfully, at peace.

[darlinluxx]

Szn three ep 1 shaunamari fight n nat saying she'll be the camp counselor has me thinking abt camp counselor nat n camp counselor reader au tbh

omg i love ur mind

camp counselor!nat who wears flannel shirts, band t-shirts, and ripped jeans all summer

camp counselor!nat who is surprisingly good at archery but terrible at crafts, buttt she can fix anything mechanical

camp counselor!nat who is so protective of you !! (and the kids at the summer camp)

camp counselor!nat who has a soft spot for animals, especially stray dogs and drags you along to go feed them

camp counselor!nat who is fiercely independent, but deeply loyal. she struggles with vulnerability but trusts you with her whole life. sarcasm is her love language

camp counselor!nat who is surprisingly so gentle, patient and soft towards the kids, often stepping into the role of a big sister for them. it makes your heart melt

camp counselor!nat who is always up for an adventure and always tells you to come along with her

camp counselor!nat who is always the first to jump in if she senses any bullying or trouble among the campers

camp counselor!nat who takes you stargazing by the lake or reading together in the counselor’s cabin when the both of you are done with activities

camp counselor!nat who surprises you with small, thoughtful gestures—a wildflower she picked on the trail, or a handwritten note tucked into your pocket, reminding you of her love

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : valentine by suki waterhouse

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : none

a/n : happy valentine’s day and s3 of yellowjackets day <3

𝐕alentine’s Day was just around the corner, and the corridors of your high school were teeming with vibrant decorations—heart shaped balloons bobbing in the air, paper chains of pink and red draping from lockers, and whispers of excitement echoing off the walls. everyone appeared to be caught up in the spirit of love, except for you, who had largely kept to yourself during this season of extravagance.

as you walked through the bustling hallways, weaving between classmates, you spotted Natalie leaning against her locker. her signature leather jacket gave her a rebellious edge that turned heads, and the way she carried herself exuded an air of confidence. perhaps it was the flicker of an old flame burning just out of reach, but there was something captivating about her, an energy that made your heart race a little faster each time you saw her.

you couldn’t help but steal glances. could it really be true? had she been looking your way too? you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you tried to convince yourself there was no way she would ever notice you. but as you turned to walk past her, you caught her eye, and for an instant, the noisy hallway faded away.

“hey,” Natalie said, her voice cutting through the din. your heart jumped as you paused, turning to face her. “can i talk to you for a sec?”

you nodded, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in your stomach.

“listen,” she continued, leaning closer, her voice low, “i’ve been thinking… Valentine’s Day is coming up, and i wanted to ask if you’d maybe want to do something together.”

the sudden rush of adrenaline was almost overwhelming. your mind raced with possibilities. was she really asking you out? had this moment been building up over time without you fully realizing it? you could feel the blush creeping into your cheeks as you processed her words.

“like… a date?” you asked, almost in disbelief, your heart hammering away.

“yeah,” she replied, a shy smile breaking through her typically cool demeanor. “just us. maybe grab some food or catch a movie. whatever you want.”

the world around you seemed to fade away as you held her gaze, every other sound muffled beneath the weight of this monumental question. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the thrill of the possibility sparkling in the air between you.

“are you serious?” you asked, hardly able to contain a grin.

“dead serious,” Natalie said, that trademark smirk returning. “so, what do you say?”

“yes, of course!” the words spilled from your lips before you could stop it, and suddenly everything felt lighter, brighter. you could hardly believe you’d just said those words, but there they were, floating in the air like confetti.

a smile broke across Natalie’s face, and your heart fluttered again, but this time it felt like freedom. she reached out, confident in her movements, and lightly touched your arm. “great. it’s a date then. i’ll call you later and let you know the details.”

you nodded, still processing what had just happened. with one last grin, Natalie leaned in and whispered, “don’t overthink it. just be yourself. and swear something cute.”

and with that, she turned on her heel, walking away with that unmistakable confidence that made your heart race even more. you stood there for a moment, the buzz of chatter filling your ears, while your mind whirled with thoughts and feelings you never expected to confront on that ordinary day.

you had a date. a real one with Natalie Scatorccio of all people. you couldn’t help but grin at that excitement coursing through you. as love-filled whispers filled the halls around you, you suddenly felt like you were part of something beautiful, a connection that was just beginning to bloom. all those Valentine’s decorations didn’t seem so cheesy anymore; they felt like the beginning of something extraordinary.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ now playing : sun bleached flies by ethel cain

pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff, comfort, a bit of angst

warnings : a bit of angst, mentions of death

𝐓he night was heavy with a stillness that settled over the landscape like a blanket, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. deep in the wilderness, the cabin stood like a lone sentinel, surrounded by a vast expanse of trees that loomed like shadowy giants under the moonlight. you hugged your knees to your chest, curled up on the porch steps, feeling small and lost beneath the enormity of the night and the weight of everything that had happened.

tears streamed down your cheeks, hot reminders of the ache in your chest that had settled there ever since the crash. you had thought that once it had been some time, you’d get used to it.

but the reality of your situation clawed at you—some of your friends were dead, the search for food felt hopeless, and the wilderness that had become both your refuge and your prison was closing in around your heart. every sound, every rustle in the darkness made you think of home, a home that felt impossibly far away. you could almost hear your mother calling for you, the laughter of friends echoing in your mind—everything you missed coiling into a singular thought: you just wanted to go home.

a soft creak caught your attention, and you wiped your eyes hurriedly, trying to regain some composure before anyone came outside. but you didn’t manage to hide your distress in time. Natalie emerged from the cabin, her silhouette framed by the dim light inside, and immediately, she froze at the sight of you.

“Nat…” you whispered her name, but your voice faltered, the sobs tumbling through your words.

without hesitation, Natalie rushed to you, kneeling at your side, her bleached blonde hair catching glimmers of moonlight. her touch was gentle but firm, her hand fitting perfectly around your trembling shoulders as she enveloped you in a warm embrace.

“hey, hey,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing, like the lullaby you needed right now. “what’s wrong?”

you leaned into her, your head fitting snug against her shoulder while you tried to stifle your cries. “i just wanna be home,” you admitted between shuddering breaths, each word laced with the raw pang of longing. “i just want to go back, Nat. i want to wake up in my bed, not here.”

Natalie’s hand stroked your hair, her fingers threading through like a calming spell, and you could feel your racing heart slow beneath her touch. “i know,” she said gently, her voice thick with understanding. “i miss it too. but we’re still here for each other.”

you shifted slightly to meet her gaze, your eyes glistening with tears reflecting the moonlight. her expression was soft, yet it held an unyielding strength. “we just have to hold on,” she continued, her eyes resolute. “maybe we can make it through this. together.” you nodded.

Natalie smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. she knew the fragility of hope in their dire circumstances, but her reassurance was what you cling to as the world felt increasingly distant. “you’re not alone, okay? remember when we first crashed? we thought we wouldn’t survive. but look at us, we’re still here.”

her words formed a fragile lifeline, and you took a shaky breath, allowing the warmth of her presence to envelope you. you remembered the moments of shared laughter and the intimacy you’d built in those dark days. it was the memories of Natalie’s infectious smile and warm laughter that pushed against the suffocating fear of the wilderness.

you tried to return her smile, though it was weak. “what if… what if no one comes?” the doubt slipped out before you could suppress it, but Natalie was quick to chase it away.

“then we’ll find a way to survive. i promise you, i won’t let anything happen to us. we’ll make it, just like we did before.” her fierce resolve was palpable, igniting a spark of hope within you.

“promise?” you whispered, clinging to her, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a shield against the dark.

“i promise.” Natalie said, her voice unwavering.

the two of you sat there for a moment, the weight of the night still palpable, but feeling a little lighter somehow. you took in the sounds of the night—the wind weaving through the trees, the distant fall of an owl—as if the wilderness itself was an ally, a backdrop to your shared strength.

as long as you had each other, maybe you could find a way to be okay, even in the middle of the uncertainty. together, you could face the night, face the darkness. and even as the shadows danced around you, Natalie’s presence kept the light alive in your heart.

[darlinluxx]

begging u guys to send me some natalie scatorccio fic ideas or thoughts 🙏🙏

[darlinluxx]

happy bday to me <3

[darlinluxx]

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

angst

warnings : angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking

summary : even after breaking up, saebyeok can’t let you go and keeps showing up in your life and that includes her showing up at your apartment, drunk late at night

a/n : based off of memories by conan gray

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he rain is a persistant, annoying drone against the cheap windowpane of your apartment. you’d hoped for a quiet night, maybe a film and some leftover food. instead, you’re staring at the chipped paint of your front door like it holds the answers to the universe. you know the sound that’s coming. it’s the uneven, hesitant knock, followed by a muffled, almost pathetic, “it’s me.”

you sigh, a heavy, tired sound that seems to echo the very rhythm of the downpour. you know the ‘me’ is her. Saebyeok, the ghost that haunts the edges of your life, the splinter you can’t quite pull out. you tell yourself, each and every time, that you’ll ignore it, that you’ll let her stand there until the rain soaks through to her bones. you tell yourself you deserve peace, that you moved on, that she needs to, too. you tell yourself a lot of things.

but when the knocking comes again, harder this time, accompanied by a slurred plea, “please, just… let me in.” you find yourself walking to the door regardless. your hand hovers over the doorknob, a battle raging within you. the part of you that still remembers those calloused hands holding yours, the way she used to look down at you like you were the only star in the Seoul skyline, wars against the part that aches with the sting of the breakup.

with a final, defeated sigh, you twist the knob and pull the door open.

there she is. Saebyeok. hair plastered to her forehead, rain dripping down her face like tears. her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are clouded with alcohol and a raw vulnerability that still manages to punch you in the gut. her clothes are damp and clung to her tall frame, making her seem more fragile than she ever allows herself to be.

“hey.” she mumbles, her voice thick and rough. she sways on her feet, and you reach out instinctively, catching her before she can fall against the doorframe. the familiar scent of cigarettes, her faint cologne, and something vaguely metallic clings to her, making your stomach flip.

“Saebyeok,” you say, your voice soft, despite your resolve. “you’re drunk.” it’s not a question.

she shrugs, a pathetic little movement that makes you want to wrap her in a blanket and chase away all the ghosts that haunt her. “maybe a little.”

she stumbles inside, and you close the door, cutting off the relentless buzz of the rain. you know you shouldn’t have let her in. you know that every time you do this, you’re just delaying the inevitable pain, the inevitable goodbye that you both should have had weeks ago. but right now, you can’t bring yourself to throw her back into the storm.

you lead her to the couch, pushing aside a stack of books you’ve been meaning to return to the library. she collapses onto the cushions, a small groan escaping her lips. you watch her, this woman who was once your everything, now a mess on your couch, and a wave of complicated feelings washes over you. there’s anger, yes, at her inability to let go, at her blatant disregard for your boundaries. but beneath that anger is a familiar ache of tenderness, a desperate longing to take care of her.

“you’re going to catch a cold.” you say, your voice laced with a weariness you can’t quite conceal. you’re reaching for the blanket from the armrest, offering it to her.

she takes it and wraps it around herself. “i miss you.” she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rain outside.

the words are simple, yet they land like a punch. you want to tell her to stop, to go home, to leave you alone. you want to scream at her until she finally understands. but instead, you sit down in the chair opposite her, the silence filling your apartment, heavy and charged.

you don’t reply. you can’t. because despite everything, despite the hurt, despite the anger, the exhaustion, you still care for her. and she always has a way of coming back into your life. and maybe, a part of you wants it that way.

[darlinluxx]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : none

summary : mornings with sae

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he first thing you feel is the gentle weight of an arm draped across your waist, followed by the soft tickle of dark hair against your cheek. you nuzzle deeper into the warmth, inhaling the sleepy scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Saebyeok. it’s a scent you’ve come to associate with safety, with belonging. the kind of feeling that feels like a stolen moment, a secret tucked away from the harsh realities of the world.

you open your eyes, the morning light filtering weakly through the sheer curtains of your small apartment. it’s a pale, hesitant light, much like the city slowly waking up. Saebyeok’s face is turned towards you, her eyelashes resting against her cheek like dark, delicate feathers.

you trace the line of her jaw with a fingertip. a small smile plays on her lips, a secret sign that she’s awake. her breathing deepens, a low rumble against your ear. you love mornings like this — quiet, intimate, a world of just the two of you.

“morning.” you whisper, your voice still thick with sleep.

Saebyeok’s arm tightens around you, pulling you closer. “morning.” she mumbles, her voice a low, husky rasp. the word is muffled against your hair, but it’s enough. it’s always enough.

she shifts, her hand moving to gently cup your cheek. her thumb brushes over your skin, sending a shiver of warmth down your spine. her eyes, usually so stoic and cold, are soft and drowsy as they finally meet yours. there’s a depth to her gaze, a love that feels both fiercely protective and tenderly vulnerable. you could get lost in their dark depths for hours.

“did you sleep okay?” you ask, your voice a soft murmur.

she nods, her eyes never leaving yours. “yeah, better than usual.” the admission is small, but the meaning behind it resonates. it’s a testament to the fragile bubble of peace you’ve built together.

you press a kiss to her palm, her hand surprisingly warm against your lips. “me too.” you whisper.

the small smile returns to her lips, a flash of warmth against the backdrop of her usually reserved expression. you know how difficult it is for her to show affection, how cold she usually is, and the way she allows herself to be soft with you fills your heart with a love that feels both profound and sacred.

a comfortable silence settles between you, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the city outside and the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours. you stay intertwined, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning, knowing that this moment, this perfect stillness, is something worth fighting for.

after a few more stolen minutes, Saebyeok finally stirs, a deep sigh escaping her lips. she pulls back just enough to look at you, her brows furrowing slightly.

“what should we do today?” she asks, the question a silent invitation to plan a day where the outside world doesn’t matter.

you think for a moment, a multitude of possibilities swirling in your head, before settling on something simple.

“maybe… we could go to the park? or just stay here and watch movies?” you suggest, your voice hopeful.

Saebyeok considers this for a moment, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. she looks at you, a soft, almost hesitate tenderness in her eyes.

“either one is okay.” she finally says, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “as long as i’m with you.”

and in that moment, with the pale light filtering through the curtains and the warmth of Saebyeok’s presence, you know that whether the day holds, you’ll face it together. because in the end, the most important thing is the quiet, fragile peace you’ve found in each other’s arms, a love that feels both a refuge and a promise. you reach out, threading your fingers through her hair, and lean in for a kiss, a promise sealed in the soft morning light.