#nat scatorccio drabble

[ultrone]

just saw your hcs about fuckgirl!nat and they were so good that got me thinking... what if she fell in love with reader? how would nat convince R that she wants more than a few nights together?

⨳﹙❤️‍🩹 ♰﹚fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

omgg i love this thought <33 — context

at first, she'd ignore it, avoiding thinking about it altogether. she liked doing her own thing, so admitting her feelings, even to herself, wasn't her style. deep down, though, she knew. but whether she admitted it to herself or not, you didn't pay much mind, since she kept her cool as always.

then, a conflict started brewing inside her. on one side, she craved a real connection with you, but on the other, she preferred independence and shied away from commitment. sometimes, she'd ponder over it while watching you sleep peacefully beside her. but once she left your dorm, she'd throw herself into other things to keep her mind off it.

but gradually, she began showing her feelings through actions instead of words, even if she didn't intend to.

the first thing that gave it away was that she didn't call it quits with you after the two weeks mark. she brushed it off, saying she just really enjoyed being with you—sexually, of course. but who was she kidding? she didn't even last a week with the hottest girl on the hockey team.

around the third week, she started sleeping in. that was unusual for her; she usually slipped out before her fling woke up, or at least tried to. but now, she lingered, whether it was staying in bed longer or sitting by your window to smoke. whenever you woke up, she was there.

she cared about her self-image, though, so she tried not to do anything that seemed inconsistent with her usual behaviour. so even though she was doing these things, she'd play it off like, "my roommate’s being annoying these days. don’t feel like heading back if that's cool with you lol," and then end up staying over the entire week 😭

at first, whenever she noticed you were awake, she'd just leave without much conversation. but as time went on, you two started talking. it began with small talk, but then turned into long conversations. slowly, she started opening up to you, sharing things she hadn't with any of her previous flings. they weren't too personal, just stuff like her favourite songs, opinions on certain topics, even her favourite disney princess—yeah, she has one. it might've seemed trivial, but it meant something.

but alongside this, she started sending you mixed signals; sometimes she'd be affectionate and intimate, but then she'd pull away and act distant. the more she shared with you and the closer you got, the more distant she became at times. once, she didn't even come over for a whole week.

naturally, you started to worry because now you felt closer to her than ever before.

“it’s not that deep bruh, i’m just busy with homework. don’t feel like screwing tonight anyway,” she’d say. and her words stung, because you didn't see her as just a fling anymore. but maybe you misjudged her, and the rumours were true. maybe she really didn't give a shit.

so, of course, you started pulling away too. even when she tried reaching out and acting like she hadn't been a jerk, you kept your distance. you ignored her texts and calls, locked your door at night, and avoided her on campus.

eventually, she got the message and left you alone, moving on to the next person.

nat never admitted it, but after things ended between you two, she hardly felt satisfied with anyone else. she'd pretend she was, but truth be told, whenever she closed her eyes, she'd think of you. the sounds you made, the way your skin felt against hers, your hitched breaths against her ear—it was only when she thought of you that she'd climax.

she’d also remember those mornings you spent together, her fingers through your hair while you slept, stopping as soon as she felt you stir.

though there was still no contact, you couldn't help but notice her from afar. catching her staring at you often, she'd quickly look away, but it happened too frequently to be coincidental. it happened in the cafeteria, the locker room, even the library—what was she doing there anyway? she didn't even study.

it wasn't until some other girl got overly touchy and flirty with you at a party that nat finally reached out.

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natalie, nursing a cheap beer in her hand, watched with silent fury as the girl wrapped her arms around you. she cursed to herself, taking a swig of her drink to calm her nerves. it was ridiculous how possessive she felt. she knew she had no right to feel jealous since she'd never even made her thoughts known to you, but there it was–jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. angry at herself, natalie pushed through the crowd, stepping between the two of you.

"excuse me," she interrupted the interaction, the other girl stepping back in surprise. her voice held a dangerous undertone, the mocking tone replaced by a sharp edge. "she’s with me."

with a forceful grip on your arm, natalie pulled you aside, leading you towards the balcony. the cool air outside felt refreshing in comparison to the warm, stuffy atmosphere indoors. she pushed you up against the railings with little effort, standing so close that her body almost brushed up against yours. her breath hung heavy in the still air, her grip tight around your arm.

“so,” she said, her tone soft yet menacing at the same time. “are you with her?”

"so?" you retorted defiantly. "why do you even care?" your words sounded harsher than intended, but you were growing annoyed. she had ignored you and now acted possessive? no fucking way.

her grip tightened around your arm, the change of tone in her voice making her serious. "don't play dumb," she said forcefully. "just answer the question."

"i'm not playing dumb, and screw you," you said angrily, moving your hand away from her grip and pushing her away. "you treated me like shit and then acted like nothing happened, and now you're being all territorial?" you asked incredulously. "what's your fucking problem? do you have any idea how much pain you put me through when you ghosted me?"

she stepped back, surprised by your sharp words. for a few moments, she stood still, seemingly stunned by your response. her face remained expressionless, but from the quick way her gaze darted to the ground, she appeared to be caught off guard. eventually, she straightened up, a bit of coldness settling in her demeanor.

"my problem?" she replied. “you’re my fucking problem!”

"why the fuck would i be the problem?" you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

"why would you be the problem?" natalie echoed, her voice tinged with frustration. "because every damn time i try to move on, i see you everywhere. i hear you and think of those days we spent together. every time i try to just go and be with someone else, i’m always thinking of you instead."

you stood there, taken aback by natalie's raw confession. her words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. "shit, natalie," you said, your voice softer now, your anger dissipating into a mix of frustration and empathy. "why didn't you say something? we could have talked about this."

"i couldn't," she admitted frankly, her expression softening slightly. a brief silence followed, the sound of traffic below filling the air. "i was scared," she confessed. "i've never felt this way about anyone. and you know my reputation, i don't exactly fit the 'girlfriend material' mold," she added with an ironic chuckle.

"so, i stayed away," she went on. "i convinced myself i could just stick to the usual. have a fling, move on, forget. but it never worked." there was another pause, this one lasting longer than it should. the atmosphere between you grew heavy, almost like a weight pressing down. "i’ve been trying to move on from you for so long," she confessed, "but no matter how many other people i tried to be with, no one ever measured up. nothing felt the same."

"the way i could just watch you for hours as you slept beside me, the way i always looked forward to sneaking into your dorm at night, the way my hands trembled when you touched me, or the way my heart raced every time i thought about you..."

she had to pause to gather herself, her voice starting to crack and falter as she continued. "i was scared to feel that, so i avoided it."

a heavy silence hung in the air as nat took a deep breath, finally calming down.

"then i realized," she continued, a newfound seriousness in her voice. "that no matter how many shitty one-night stands i had, no matter how many random people i tried to distract myself with, none of it mattered. i would always come back to you, to those feelings that i've tried my damn hardest to run away from."

she stepped closer, her voice lowering to a barely audible whisper.

“but now, i'm willing to put all that aside, because i know what i want."

as nat finished speaking, her words hanging in the charged air between you, she closed the distance between you with a determined step. without hesitation, she reached up, gently cupped your face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against yours. the kiss was tender yet full of the intensity of her emotions, conveying everything she couldn't put into words. you couldn’t resist returning the kiss, missing the familiar taste of her lips, like cheap beer and cigarettes. as she pulled you closer by the waist, you wrapped your arms around her neck.

"i want you," she continued after breaking the kiss, her voice firmer and more certain. "i want to be with you. i know i haven't treated you fairly, i know i've made a lot of mistakes, but i promise i'm willing to change all that."

you looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but found none. “if you ever hurt me, i swear i’ll fucking kill you, natalie,” you said seriously. "i'm not just a toy for you to play with, do you understand?"

"i'm never going to hurt you," she replied softly, her hands still gently caressing your waist. "i know i've been a jerk, i know i've been distant, but trust me, i'm not going to do that again. not when you mean this much to me," she said sincerely.

"you mean it?" you asked, feeling the tension in your chest release as you saw the honesty in her eyes. "you're not going to disappear like you did last time?"

"i promise i will never break your trust again," she said solemnly. this time, her words sounded more genuine, as if she believed them herself. she tightened her grip on your waist and continued, "from now on, i’ll always be upfront with you, no matter how messy or hard it gets. i won't give you any more mixed signals."

“well, looks like i’ve gotta believe you now,” you said, suppressing a smile. “i'm ready to trust you again; let's just hope it works out this time.”

the two of you stood in silence for a while, soaking in the moment and each other's presence. you couldn't help but notice the faint smile on natalie's face, as if she was just as relieved as you were to be together again. then, she finally broke the silence.

"so, does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?" she asked, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“all yours,” you replied, pulling her into a deep kiss, which she eagerly returned.

[seraphsty]

i wanna write a full fic for this but gotta finish everything else first so 😭

natalie never knew this would happen.

she fucking hated you. you were a phoenix, apart of the soccer team for another high school in wiskayok. of course she should hate you – she was a yellowjacket.

that hatred was supposed to manifest on the field the same day your respective teams were playing against each other. yet when she came face to face with you before the game started that anger seemed to fade.

maybe you were just trying to throw her off – get her in her head before the game. and, sure, maybe natalie was trying to do the same. but something about the look in your eyes told her differently.

she should hate you, but for whatever reason found her back pressed against a nearby tree; her anger dissolved and replaced with passion as your lips locked in a feverish harmony.

[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.

[severedpup]

hiii puppi !!! eye hope this is ok 2 send because ik ur asks r closed .... if dis is too overwhelming u do not have 2 answer !!! but eye was wondering if u had any puppy regressor vannat thoughts .... m not looking 4 full headcanons !!! but if u had quick thoughts 2 yap about that wld be soo pawsome X3 eye rlly hope this is ok !!!! n i am very sorry if u do not wanna answer !!!! tail between my legs rn ..... hope ur day is going great !!!!

Hiii shaunie .ᐟ Is okie i am always up for vannat talk .ᐟ Literally thee brothers ever X 333 (also puppi & her brother coded O_O)𓈒 I appreciate your sweetness though𓈒 Pats your silly puppy head𓈒 And my day is okayy a bit stressed out but i am managing𓈒 I hope your day is pawsome friend .ᐟ

I honestly don 't see nat as That much of a puppy regressor he is more kitty coded to me but i think for Certain that he dabbles𓈒 I 'd have to ponder what breed he 'd be but my truth is that van is a sheltie X DD 𓈒 Partly because i used to have a sheltie and she was the bestest dog ever but also it 's just Vibes idk𓈒 I think it fits his personality pretty well too but i 'm definitely open to other people 's opinions .ᐟ Vannat the most playful brothers ever .ᐟ Always playfighting , growling at each other and wrestling around in the dirt , nipping and biting at each other playfully𓈒 They always come in after a long day of playing all muddy and grimy , nat 's blond hair a deep shade of brown , and van 's ponytail has nearly completely fallen out , a few strands stuck across his forehead with mud𓈒 They 'd be quite a handful to take care of , such messy boys𓈒 Van would squirm and howl and fuss when he had to get a bath and would mischievously encourage nat to do the same𓈒 Treats would be in order after the boys got their tubs , nat being the more laid back of the two would simply gobble down his one treat being tuckered out after the day while van would beg for another𓈒 They both have their own dog beds but they always curl up together on van 's , falling fast asleep with limbs entangled and intertwined𓈒

[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😔)

[good-griief]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request for Van Palmer? Something along the lines of the reader coming to terms with their sexuality?

It’s totally cool if you don’t want to write this request lol also kinda might start sending in asks so im gonna claim am emoji -🍾

sorry this took so long but i'm back and able to write again so here u go! this was getting very long so if u guys like it i'll happily make a part two!!<3

You were never a “talkative kid.” You were never one that could spell words like gargantuan or manganimus. You were never helping with your classmates’ homework or told you were exemplary. Your grades were average; A’s and B’s, but nothing exemplary. 

Though there was one thing you were exemplary at. One thing that if given the chance to write about, you’d always be given the highest score. One single thing, completely apart from the rest that could get you an award for your writing. 

Funnily enough. It was Soccer. You’d gotten an award for writing about soccer. 

You always liked Soccer. Ever since you were little. You liked playing with your friends, hanging out with them. You liked the hugs that came after a big win, the friendships, the relationships. You liked the team bonding. You liked the sleepovers and parties. You liked getting close with the best of the girls because you were also one of the best. You liked the small, intimate group you had, and the small, intimate time you spent together. 

You liked the times where you would have a sleepover and cuddle with one another. Sleepovers where you would kiss to ‘practice’ for boys. Sleepovers that got you so close you were hugging and leaning on each other all the time, lying your head in each other’s laps. 

Sleepovers that somehow dwindled down to you and one other girl by eighth grade. A girl that you’d kiss to practice for boys that didn’t exist. A girl you held hands with at school and took to lunch on weekends with each other’s babysitting money. 

A girl that moved away before highschool. 

You started freshman year without friends, signing up for soccer tryouts and hoping that would get you somewhere. 

You ended up on JV and it seemed the rising sophomore class had already gotten so close that your effort to make friends in soccer proved less than fruitful. 

When you played scrimmages against varsity, the group hardly passed to you and kept it within their small circle. 

There were two girls, Mari and Akilah, who you got along fine with, but they weren’t close, so you had to talk to one or the other during practice which meant you weren’t close with them either. 

That left you in your own little bubble freshman year, floating around. No one really disliked you, but no one knew you either. Not even your own teammates. 

Luckily, though, around winter break, you were asked out. You didn’t really know the guy, but Jackie, one of the sophomores in his grade and on the Soccer team, said he was nice. 

So you said yes. 

And suddenly after a winter break of calling this guy and getting hot chocolate with him, you were in with Jackie… Which meant you were in with Shauna, which meant the ball was passed to you, which meant they started to see how good you were, which meant they started to like you. 

“Hey!” Jackie came up to you, Mari, and Akilah after practice. 

You’d slowly been getting them closer so the three of you could hang out. You figured you could then start passing to them and get them in with the other girls without a whistle-blow from Coach Scott for changing a play. 

“You three wanna come with us? Team bonding?”

“Sure!” You said first, all too enthusiastic and making her chuckle. 

“I have to study,” Akilah said.

“Yeah, same,” Mari said, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Have fun, though!”

“Oh, we will!” Jackie looped her arm through yours as you gave your new friends a look. “Come on. You can tell me all about Mark— he’s friends with Jeff, you know?”

“Jeff?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Oh…”

“Oh, good! You brought her!” Nat, another sophomore, said. 

“I told you the other two would say no.” Jackie shrugged. 

“Still nice to ask everyone,” Lottie, the only one that’d actually introduced herself to you, said. She also gave you everyone else’s name. Which was helpful since they definitely weren’t going to introduce themselves. 

“Hey,” except maybe one of them, She was shorter, redheaded, and the goalie. She gave you a sweet smile as she held out her hand. “Have you met everyone?”

You took her warm hand, shaking gently and earning even more of a smile. “Lottie,” you gestured to the brunette with your free hand, “told me about everyone.” She only nodded. “Vanessa? Right?”

“My friends call me Van.” You nodded, giving a small smile as you still mindlessly shook her hand. “You can call me Van,” she added with a smirking laugh, eyes darting to Lottie briefly. She had a feeling she told you her name was Vanessa on purpose. 

The brunette was grinning from ear to ear, hands slapping at Nat’s as they both laughed together.

“Van.” You dropped her hand. “I’ll remember that.”

“Oh, I hope so—”

“Leave her alone,” Taissa butted in, laughing. “You can ride with us if you want.” 

“Sure.” You agreed, walking next to Van as the group dispersed. “Where are we going?”

“I think Jackie’s,” she said. “She’s been dying to meet you and shit now that you're dating Mark.” You nodded. “Whole team has, really. You know, you’re pretty good?”

“Thanks, I think?” You frowned. “I’ve played since I was, like, eight.” She nodded along. “You guys are great. I mean, you’re the best high school team I've seen— Van, I’ve never seen a better goalie.” She smiled, shaking her head. “No, seriously,” you insisted when she went to object. “You must, like, study every player or something—“

“She does,” Taissa said. 

You were glad you were usually on her team during JV scrimmage, or it’d be a challenge to get a goal. 

“Insane.” You shook your head. “I can only ever tell if someone’s injured.”

“Oh, really?” Van asked, curious.

“Mhm. It’s pretty easy.” She frowned. “Just check the bench. Works every time.” Taissa stifled a laugh, Van laughing out loud. 

“I thought you were serious,” she laughed. 

“Yeah I could tell. You were all…” You imitated her face, making Taisa laugh. 

“Come on, Tai!” Van hit her shoulder. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

The ride to Jackie’s was spent receiving questions from Tai as Van just listened in or responded to something Tai said. 

There was something about this girl. The way she spoke. The way she looked at you through the rearview mirror, checking to make sure you were comfortable. She was sweet, obviously, but there was something else. Maybe, it was just the fact that she was pretty and red-haired, but something about her was all too attractive. 

In the sense that you wanted to be her friend, of course. 

By the time you got to Jackie’s, the other girls were already there and inside while her parents ordered food for all of you. 

They greeted you from the kitchen at the opposite end of the giant house and told you the girls were “in the parlor”.

“You’ll get used to it,” Van said, walking with you to the living room, which was one of many but clearly the most casual of them. 

“Hi!” Jackie was quick to pull you by her. 

The night was spent getting interrogated, practically, about your boyfriend while you ate pizza and watched shitty movies until people started falling asleep. 

You were up late with Van, who, like you, seemed to enjoy the shitty movie on screen. She grabbed the two of you a board game to play while you watched. 

“So, do you wanna tell me about yourself at all?” She laughed. “I know more about Mark than my new teammate now.”

“Wasn’t really prepared for that one,” you joked, making her chuckle as you took your turn. “Well, all my old soccer friends are at different high schools now,” you said, shrugging. “So if you’re wondering—“

“Why you seem like such a loner?” She interrupted, making you laugh. “I was a little curious.” 

“Jeez,” you laughed. “My best friend moved, like, across the country, and the rest of my friends are on rival teams now… And I’ve beat them all—“

“Fuck yeah, you have!” She laughed. 

You spent most of the night talking with Van, who seemed to have been waiting to talk to you alone. She hardly spoke in the group conversation, but now she was lively and engaged. Maybe it was because the conversation had less to do with your boyfriend, and more to do with you. Maybe because she actually got to know you. You couldn’t tell. 

There was just something about her.

At the next practice, you were getting the ball passed to you regularly, but never close enough to score. 

Maybe because the one time you tried, Van blocked it like it was nothing, but that was weeks ago. 

Which meant you were determined to best her now. 

When Tai passed you the ball, you made a move to get it to Akilah. Just as quickly as you passed it, it was stolen by Nat, but Mari got a read on what you were trying to do and got it back. 

“Mari!” Tai waved, but she quickly passed it to Akilah now that no one was guarding her. 

She passed the ball to you, and as quickly as you got it you were kicking it at the goal without moving from your spot. 

“Ah, fuck,” Van muttered, having been counting on you coming toward her and already moving to the right of the goal. She jumped toward the left to block, but the ball barely brushed her fingers before getting caught in the net. 

“Yes!” Mari yelled, high fiving both you and Akilah when they made their way to you. “That was clean!”

“It was sloppy,” Tai said, coming up to the three of you as the rest of your mock team came as well. “Just unexpected.” 

You nodded in agreement. “A goal is a goal, though.” She narrowed her eyes, huffing a laugh. “That kinda unexpected sloppiness can win a game.”

“She’s not wrong.” Jackie patted your shoulder. “Nice shot.”

“Well, why don’t we add it to the playbook?” Tai said. “Test it out in a real game.”

“Oh, don’t be bitter, Taissa.” Jackie laughed. “She just wanted you to pass the ball to her.” Tai laughed at that. 

For the rest of the practice, you made sure to pass to Tai every so often, the two of you testing out new plays. 

Despite that, Van was determined to block every one of your shots.

More so than anyone else. 

It was to the point that after that one goal, you didn’t score another. 

“Good game today,” Van said in the locker room, hand on your hip as she moved behind you to get to her locker. “You were making me nervous.”

“Me?” You laughed. “You were pissing me off—“ Van cut you off with a loud laugh. “I only got one goal!”

“It was hard to make that happen!” She laughed, and once it died down, she spoke up again. “Do you think you’d want to come to the field early sometime? Practice with me?”

You smiled, nodding. “Of course!” It was the perfect opportunity to get closer with her. Maybe, know more about her. 

To become better friends, of course. 

The first time was that weekend. You came the Sunday after practice, practicing earlier in the morning and getting lunch afterward. 

It slowly became a habit; every once in a while, every other week, weekly…

“Here.” Van jogged over to you as you stood in front of the ball. “You obviously have to turn your hips, but you really give yourself away…” She held out her hands, brows raised. You nodded and her hands went to your hips to readjust. “This is what you’re doing.” She turned you to the right. “So, I always know you’re going left, but…” She turned you to a slight angle, facing the right corner of the goal. You looked back at her and she couldn’t bring herself to get the rest of her sentence out. “I’m not sure how to explain it,” she said, taking a step back. “Why don’t you try goalie for a minute?”

“I’m a shit goalie, Van.” She laughed at that, but you went anyway. 

“Just try and figure out which way I’m going,” she said. 

That day, you spent the entirety of it ogether. It was past lunch by the time you went to the locker room to change, talking the whole way there about your newfound knowledge. 

“Do you wanna get dinner?” You suddenly suggested, both of you in the midst of changing. “We could, like, go out or something?”

She paused, looking over at you as she got her shirt on. “Where do you wanna go?”

You shrugged. “Mark took me to this little diner a few blocks from my place last weekend,” you said and her mood seemed to dampen. “They have everything— it’s, well… Well, it’s not amazing, but it’s cute.”

“Um…” She took a moment, putting on her shoes and taking down her hair. “I’m kind of tired—“

“Oh—“

“Yeah—“

“That’s okay—! No, I mean, that makes sense. We’ve been here all day, so…” You nodded as you got your pants on and slipped on your shoes. “Maybe another time, then?”

“Totally.” She nodded, giving a smile despite the sudden awkwardness that came between you. 

“Okay.” You nodded. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow—“

“Wait, let me drive you home. It’s late—“

“No, no, no. It’s totally fine!” You gave her a smile as you grabbed your bag. “Mark was going to pick me up, anyway—“

“Oh, did you want to get dinner with him? Like, us three?” You shook your head. “But he’s picking you up,” she said, smirking with a furled brow. 

“I would’ve just told him to go home, or hang out with Jeff and Randy, or something.” You shrugged. Her smile widened slightly, cheeks heating. “That’s kinda shitty, though, I guess.” She then laughed. “Next time we’ll, like, plan, or something.”

“Definitely.” She nodded. “And I’ll take you somewhere nicer than a hole-in-the-wall diner after practice, alright?”

Something about the way she said it made you smile, stomach fluttering. “Alright.”

She walked with you out of the dressing room and to your boyfriend's car. “See you tomorrow?” She said some ways away from the jeep he drove. 

You nodded and leaned in for a hug, arms going around her shoulders. She was stunned for a moment, having not realized what you were actually leaning in for. She gave you a quick hug back before pulling away to go to her car. 

The next day, she was talking to you in the halls, the next practice you were able to get more than one goal, and the next weekend your practice was spent laughing together in the field and dribbling the ball between one another rather than practicing. 

“Oh shit!” Van laughed when it started to rain. 

March had come quicker than you expected. You and Van had been hanging out for just over a month now, but it felt like you’d been friends all year. 

Within minutes of you grabbing your bags, it was pouring rain and you were running to Van’s car. 

“Jesus!” Van groaned as she slammed the door shut behind herself, you doing the same. You threw your bags in the backseat, wiping your faces. 

She started the car, already starting her drive back to your house from memory. 

“Just park in the garage,” you told her. “You can stay for a while.” You then added, “if you want.”

“Is that fine? Like, with your parents?”

“They’re out of town.” She nodded slowly, pulling into the garage. “I can, like, make us dinner or something,” you offered. “If you like pasta.”

“I love some good spaghetti.”

“Great!” You both laughed. “First, we need to shower, and get this shit in the wash.” You looked down at your damp shirt and shorts. 

She turned off the car, and you headed inside. You grabbed both your bags and set them in the laundry room as you went inside, getting off your cleats and socks as well. 

“Here.” You filled the silence and led her up the stairs. “My rooms there.” You pointed to the end of the hall. “I’ll use my parents shower… obviously.” Van chuckled at your awkward speech, nodding. “There’s towels and everything in there. You can just take my clothes.”

“You sure?” 

You nodded. “Just send your stuff down the shoot.”

You took a quick shower before heading to your room in your towel and getting into pajamas. 

You heard Van call your name some minutes later as you lay on your bed. “Close your eyes!” You laughed, covering your eyes. “Are they closed?”

“Yep.” She came in with just a towel. “I totally forgot to bring you clothes—“

“Fuck off.”

“Sorry!” You laughed. “Pajamas are in the bottom drawer.”

That night was spent making shitty pasta and laughing together as you ate in front of the TV you rolled out of your closet. You ended up sleeping in your room, falling asleep to an old movie with dishes on your night and arms around each other.

Since that day, Van had been so much more friendly. 

It was almost insinuating. 

She would touch you to get past you, tease you about a mistake on the field, sneak up and hug you from behind to scare you in the halls. And when she came over, she was touchy and clingy— not that you weren’t. You were often hugging her or lying your head on her shoulder. Hell, you even danced with her if either of you put on music. 

On the field, however, she was awful. During scrimmage, she would go out of her way to make you fuck up. Even if you were on her team. She’d call something, or say something to you during a break that made you fumble the ball.  

It was to the point that even her telling you good luck before a game had you flustered. 

To the point where you fucked up. 

“What the hell?!” Tai yelled at you as you shook your head at yourself. “Get it together—“

The ref blew a whistle for timeout after the other team's score. You groaned, walking over with a frown. 

“What’s going on with you?” Ben asked.

“Are you sick?” Misty asked. “Injured?”

There was a small pep talk you had before you were sent back out. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was sitting with your parents as they watched you fuck up one of your last state games. It only made your nerves skyrocket. 

“Get it together,” Nat told you, placing a hand on your shoulder as she walked past you. 

Van was the last to leave, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Guess we should’ve kept up our practices, huh?” She joked, earning a glare. “Sorry— Look, you’re good. Really good. You’re just being predictable.” You frowned at her. “Think back on that play you, Mari, and Akilah pulled earlier this year.”

When you got back on the field, you did as Van said. You let Shauna, Tai, and Nat get their goals in, but after that you asked Tai to pass to Akilah, who was heavily guarded. 

“What?” She frowned at you. “You’re, like, out of your mind today.”

“Just try?”

As soon as the ball was stolen from Akilah, Mari got it to you, and you back to an unguarded Akilah. When she passed to you, you immediately kicked at the goal. 

“YES!” You heard before you even knew what happened. 

The buzzer sounded, signifying you’d won and leaving you shocked as your teammates huddled around you, chanting: “BUZZ. BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ!”

In the locker room, your excitement continued until you and Van were the last ones there. 

“So, I was thinking,” Van spoke up. “What do you think about dinner this Sunday after our usual?”

“Oh, now you’re nice?” You joked. 

Maybe it’d been left out that you were completely reciprocal in this teasing game. You would go up to her at her locker to scare her like she did you, and of course hug her and kiss her cheek afterward before you went to class, leaving her flustered and wanting to get back at you by the time practice rolled around. So, maybe, you brought it on yourself. 

“Come on,” she laughed. “It’s not my fault I make you nervous.”

“You’re so annoying.” You shook your head. “I almost blew the match because of you.” Her brows shot up. “You were fucking with me before the game with your…” You gentured to her when she looked at you with false confusion. “You know what you were doing.”

She laughed. “Yeah—“

“See!”

“I was just teasing—“

“Well, stop it.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” She pouted at you, earning a glare. “Even cuter when you’re mad at me.” She smiled. “Besides, we still won.”

“If we didn’t, they would’ve killed me.” She scoffed. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re actually upset?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “We still have, like, five games—“

“You can’t talk to me before them.” She practically guffawed. “You, like, fuck with with my fucking head. I don’t fucking know.”

“I fuck with your fucking head? What the fuck are you talking about?” 

You groaned, turning to grab your bag. “Goodbye, Vanessa.”

“Hey.” She grabbed your hand, turning you around. 

When she did, you were closer than she expected. 

And that was when it started. 

Her eyes fell to your lips before flitting back up to your eyes. 

That was when you finally realized what that something about her was. 

In the seconds it took you to process when was about to happen, her lips were on yours. Her hand still held yours and as soon as your free one went to her cheek, she tilted her head for a better angle. 

You didn’t know how long you were there. You didn’t realize the time passing. You didn’t even know when it was that her hands found your waist and your other found her neck. 

But you did realize that the door was opening. 

You quickly pushed her back as someone stepped in, Van pretending to have been lacing up her shoes as she sat on the bench. 

“Everything okay, babe?” Mark called from the doorway. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just helping Van with this turf burn.”

“Shit, is she okay?” He asked. “Should I get Misty?”

“I’m good!” Van called. “Just couldn’t wrap it myself.”

It took a few more exchanges to get him to leave, but eventually the door shut and you grabbed your things. You went to leave, but stopped yourself and turned around. You placed your hand on her shoulder as you leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Come over after practice tomorrow?”

She looked over at you, brow raised. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore, or…?”

“I’ll think about it.”

When she came over, the two of you went straight to your room to “watch TV.” You locked the door behind you, rolled out your miniature TV and put in a tape, and sat down on the bed with Van. 

“Hurry up,” she laughed as she grabbed your hand and pulled you down on top of her. 

You never talked about it. You didn’t discuss what was going on. You didn’t even ask what it meant. 

You just changed your practices to time together. You’d still practice, but you’d also just sit and talk. You’d make out in the locker room before going to get lunch or dinner. You’d hang out with the team and sneak off to have time alone. You’d even just get together. One of you would call and ask the other to lunch, or to go to the mall, or just to come over. There wasn’t a need for the practice excuse anymore, it was just nice to do that, too. 

But you also had to decline at times. 

“Mark wanted to take me to the movies,” you told her one night and you could practically feel her mood shift. “Maybe… Maybe I can get him to—“

“No, it’s okay,” she told you quickly. “Spend time with your boyfriend.” The word left a sour tension in the air. 

“Van—“

“What time’ll you be home?”

“Hey,” you sighed when she spoke over you. “If you want me to, I’ll… I can tell him, but I don’t think—“

“You’re going to tell him you’re cheating on him with your best friend?” She asked, tone disbelieving. “No way.”

“Tell him I want to break up,” you clarified. She was quiet for a moment. “And… We’re not cheating.”

“We’re hooking up,” she deadpanned. 

“But…” You pursed your lips. “There’s no possibility of us… being an us, is there?” Your hopeful question, despite how poorly it came out, was met with another beat of quiet from her end, but she didn’t say anything that time. “I just mean… There isn't a way we could actually be together— at least, not in a real way—“

“In a real way?” She scoffed a laugh as she often did when you misused and fumbled over your words. “Have I been imagining all this, or—?”

“That’s not what I mean.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you started to get frustrated; mostly with yourself and your horrible articulation. “Publicly. Like, I’d never cheat with Randy or Jeff.” She cursed your name, laughing in disbelief as she listened to you try to justify what you’d said instead of taking it back. “This… You and me, is it really going anywhere? Because, if it’s just ‘hooking up’, we could never really be anything, you know? And that sucks, but it’s also, I don’t know, it’s, like, better—?“

“So, let me get this right… You think it's better that you’re with me, because if you were cheating with a guy, it’d actually be real— or no, there’d be a possibility of an actual relationship.” You pursed your lips at the tone of her voice, knowing how awful it sounded. “Is that right?”

“Not exactly.” She hummed, waiting for you to explain. “It’s more like… I’m scared of what people might—“

“I don’t wanna be with someone that’s scared of what people think—“

“Just let me talk.” You sighed, feeling your eyes sting. You’d never been good at articulating your feelings, especially not in this kind of situation. “I’m scared of what people might do because of what they think. It’s just… It’s better if it doesn’t look like we’re anything more than friends—“

“Okay, I’m gonna get off the phone—“

“Van—“

“No— Look… I see where you’re coming from, just… I know that’s not the reason you said it in the first place.” You didn’t argue, nodding despite the fact that she couldn’t see it. “If you want to, I’ll come over when you get home—“

“Okay,” you said all too quickly. “I’ll be home in two hours.” There was a long pause. “If you want to come.”

“Alright.” Click. 

She came by that night, but when you tried to talk to her and smooth things over, she was short. 

“Look,” she said. “I like you. I’m comfortable saying that.” You immediately shut your mouth and listened to what she had to say. “If you’re not comfortable admitting you don’t like guys. Or that you’re using your ‘boyfriend’ as a fucking beard, because you want me, that’s fine. I don’t care. I probably already knew that.” You nodded along. “But I don’t want to talk about it with you, because hearing you say it? That fucking hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” Van shook her head, dismissing it. “I really am afraid of what someone might do…”

“It’s not like I’d let anyone do anything to you,” she said, eyes narrowed. 

“That’s not what I mean.” She sighed, waiting for you to explain. “I’m really not saying anything right in this conversation, I just… My point was that I’d leave him for you, and I was trying to ask you if, maybe, this could be more than this, because I don’t think you want me as more than a friend, so when I say ‘in a real way’ I mean, as more than…” You trailed off, narrowing your eyes at the bedsheets when you began to repeat yourself. “And… I wouldn’t cheat with a guy because—“

“Because you like girls?”

You looked up at her, lips pursed. “Why won't you answer my question?”

She tilted her head. “If we get together,” she started, “and I mean, actually get together. Not go to the mall and meet up at a store. Things are going to change. People will catch on, and they’ll treat you differently. I’m sure you know that, but I don’t think you’re ready for it. Especially not when you can’t even admit how you feel.” There was a long pause, her lips pursing. “Just stay where you’re safe,” she told you. “Stay with Mark. We can keep doing this— I like doing this— and you’re probably right. It’s probably better if people just think we’re friends, so…” She looked over at you, obviously still frustrated. “Why don’t we just move on?”

“Okay.”

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Better You Than Me

Natalie watched as the snow was stained red. She couldn't help but not feel sorry as all that was going through her head was that she was grateful it wasn't her. She had survived another day in the wilderness and she was glad it was her instead of someone else. As more girls were picked off one by one so they wouldn't go hungry, Nat felt the remorse she had once felt slowly slip away. Maybe that made her a bad person but just as Van had said, she was glad to be alive. And she would continue being happy.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[wingedhallows]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓

𖹭.ᐟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 pre crash natalie scatorccio x reader 𖹭.ᐟ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 none 𖹭.ᐟ𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 heya! I'm feeding y'all today! i'm on easterbreak this week and i've gotten time to write a little so here's my first little nat drabble, i hope you like it :)

♡︎ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡︎

Practice was over. The field lights buzzed like old neon, casting long shadows over empty bleachers and trampled grass. Overhead, the sky bled pink into bruised violet—like the world couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to sleep or scream.

Natalie Scatorccio leaned against the hood of her beat-up car, a cigarette dangling from her lips, smoke curling lazy ribbons into the cooling air. Her jacket hung low off her shoulders, careless. She was all scraped knees and untied boots, the kind of beautiful that dared you to look too long. She tried not to. Tried not to look at the cheerleader walking toward her—smiling that goddamn smile that made her stomach knot every time.

You stopped a few feet away, pom-pom twirling absently in your fingers, bag slung over your shoulder like an afterthought.

“You gonna offer me a ride, or just stand there and stare like a creep, Scatorccio?”

Nat smirked, plucking the cigarette from her mouth. “Bold words from someone who rides shotgun like it’s a throne.”

You stepped in closer, grin easy. “Maybe I like the view.”

God. Fuck.

She looked away, flicked ash onto the pavement, tried not to let you see the way her breath caught.

“You okay?” you asked, head tilted, eyes soft in a way that felt way too dangerous.

“Yeah,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “Just tired.”

You watched her—really watched her—for a moment, like you saw more than she ever meant to give away. And maybe you did.

“Y’know,” you said, voice gentler now, “you don’t always have to be the toughest person in the room.”

She scoffed, more out of instinct than conviction. “Don’t know how to be anything else.”

“You could try,” you offered. “With me.”

Her heart stuttered.

You didn’t say it like a challenge. You said it like a prayer.

And that—that scared the hell out of her.

Because you were bright. Untouched in all the ways she wasn’t. Clean in a way she couldn’t hold without leaving fingerprints. But you kept showing up. After games. After practice. Always walking toward her like she wasn’t a danger zone. Like she wasn’t something to run from.

Nat crushed the cigarette under her heel. Looked up at you with something fragile and raw flickering in her eyes.

“You make it hard to keep pretending I don’t give a shit,” she said quietly.

You smiled—soft, sure. Like you’d been waiting for her to catch up.

“Good,” you whispered. “Because I know you do.”

And for the first time in forever, Nat didn’t run.

[f4ggydog]

MASTERLIST (closing requests again for now)

nsfw/smutty content…please view at your own discretion!! (check the reblogs for extra content since tumblr won’t let me fit everything here)

misty quigley (aka the quiggles):

crystal/misty phantom of the opera:

matching misty’s freak

puppy misty

puppy misty with caregiver jackie

misty babytrapping

nat scatorccio (nat scat):

sucking nat’s tdick

smoking with lottienat

period sex with nat

nat getting his hole wrecked by lottie

puppy/werewolf drabble

lottienat noncon

transmasc werewolf nat

nat getting dommed by shauna

werewolf nat back at it again (extra subby)

transmasc nat with transfem reader lottie matthews (lawtie):

transfem lottie

lottie’s breeding kink

lottie being loud in bed

lottie a/b/o hc’s

lottie analysis

needy lottie

lottie taking advantage of you

sneaking off with lottie

whiny lottie moment

lottie as a puppy

lottienat smoking

lottie ritual sex

puppy lottie getting fucked in her cage

noncon with lottie

trans lottieshauna shenanigans

lottie being obsessed with shauna’s pregnancy

obsessive wilderness lottie

lottie fucking her cum back into shauna

you’re lottie’s smol baby

dad lottie

lottieshauna tagteaming you

big dick lottie dicking you down

lottie begging to suck shauna’s tits

lottie comforting you after self harm

puppy lottie with a vibe

knife play with lottie

worshipping lottie's boots

dark wilderness lottie

lottie fucking tai while van watches

lottie acting like a soccer mom

big dick lottie humiliating nat

adult lottie with a mommy kink

puppy lottie holding in her pee at a party

lottieshauna x reader noncon

shauna shipman (feral dog wolf coded motherfucker):

transfem shauna

transfem shauna sucking titssss

bottom shauna

lottieshauna taishauna with shauna being a big ass bottom

shauna’s pussy eating face

shauna’s scent kink

shauna being possessive as fuckkkk

shauna happy trail

wilderness boyfriend shauna

competitive shauna

shauna taking care of puppy lottie

puppy girl shauna

shauna fucking lottie in her cage

shauna the howler

shauna knife kink

professor sadecki

shauna’s big canines

werewolf shauna (again)

overstimulated shauna

whiny transfem shauna

shauna begging for your cum

T4T jackieshauna

playing with shauna's tdick

shauna fucking jackie until she squirts

lottieshauna x reader noncon

van palmer (butch icon):

puppy van

bottom van

reader taking care of van

taivan topping you

van’s kinks

puppy van hcs (along with some puppy shauna)

taissa turner (the best femme lesbian in all the land):

tai hopes for s3

tai tops shauna

taivan topping you

taissa baby trapping is back!!!

tai getting fucked by lottie

jackie taylor (bratty mcbrat brat brat sir brattington):

pillow princess jackie

jackie being loud in bed

puppy jackie

jackie’s a big ol bottom

T4T jackieshauna

Tboy jackie hcs

jackie’s small dick being made fun of

jackie getting fucked by shauna until she squirts

yellowjackets in general:

their body hair

transmasc yellowjackets

wilderness dry humping

yellowjackets christmas

mari (she’s a bully but a massive loser):

mari’s a brat

intercourse with mari

genlissa? (even they get rep):

genlissa as a pairing

[nats-w1fe]

Worse or Even Worse 2

Natalie Scatorccio x Reader/Shauna Shipman x Reader

Summary: Even during the scariest moment of your life, your own girlfriend won’t be there for you. At least Shauna will though, right?

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Past plane crash, hints and mentions to cheating, toxic relationship, gore, mentions of blood, vomit, fingering, sesbian lex, semi-public sex, slight manipulation, argument

Characters included: Reader, Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie Mathews, Shauna Shipman, Jackie Taylor, Van Palmer, Taissa Turner and other Yellowjackets

A/n: I’m still writing drabbles so please give requests!

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Your whole body ached. You felt weak and as if all your senses had died. Your brain felt so fuzzy as you slowly opened your eyes, it took a moment for everything to come into focus. It was dark so it wasn’t like you could see, then multiple orange glows coming from around the plane started to come into your vision. You looked beside you and saw Natalie frantically trying to get up.

And then all of your senses came crashing in at once. Everyone’s screams filled your ears, the sound of fire crackling, the groaning of the plane. Your thoughts ran through your mind at a million miles a second. Where was Jackie, was she alive? Was Nat okay? Was Shauna okay? Was everyone else okay? Were you even okay?

You heard the sound of the seat belt snapping next to you as Natalie ripped hers off, she looked at you for a moment, choking out a sob. She looked down at your legs. You couldn’t move nor could you speak. You expected her to try and help you. but she didn’t. Natalie quickly got up, going straight to Lottie. Your heart ached at the sight; you wondered if it even hurt more than the rest of your body. You tried to call her name, but your voice didn’t even sound. You finally felt the tears trickling down your face, then the pain from your legs came in. You cried out, your voice finally becoming audible.

Shauna looked in your direction, quickly shaking Jackie. They rushed over to you, you cried,

“N-Nat…she left me” you murmured, sniffling. You noticed the rage flash across Shauna’s face. They both used all their might to push the chair in front of you up. The heavy weight releasing from your legs brought the feeling back.

Shauna put her arms around you, lifting you up bridal style. You choked on the smoke that filled the air. Your head rested against her shoulder, she held you tight and for the first time since the crash you felt secure and protected. The fresh air hit you instantly as she carried you out the plane. Jacke quickly took her jacket off and placed it on the floor. Shauna gently lowered you to the floor on the jacket.

Jackie crouched next to you and gently ran her hand through your hair. You looked around, it seemed like most people were out, you were the last one in there. Your eyes fluttered shut and you passed out. Jackie sighed, looking at Shauna,

“Nat fucking left her” she told her, clearly annoyed. Shauna stayed quiet, clenching her jaw as she looked down at you.

--

When your eyes started opening you saw Jackie was still sat next to you. She was humming quietly; you sighed and rubbed your eyes. It didn’t seem like they realised you were awake. You heard Jackie’s voice,

“Shauna can you-“ Jackie was cut off when she looked to see Shauna abruptly standing up. she went to Natalie, shoving her on the floor.

“Woah Shauna!” Taissa called out, coming over. You furrowed your brows and sat up. Everyone stood and walked over.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Natalie asked, getting back up. Jackie put her hand on you shoulder, signalling for you to stay there. She got up and walked over,

“Y/n was right next to you and you just left her!” Jackie yelled at Nat. Her eyes widened and she looked past Shauna to where you were sat,

“She’s alive?” she asked, sounding truly shocked and relieved.

“Yeah she’s fucking alive, no thanks to you, you left her for your ex! What a surprise!” she exclaimed, Natalie cocked a brow and looked at her,

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a whore” Jackie answered for Shauna. Natalie clenched her jaw and nodded,

“Fuck you” she said, before walking off.

You sighed and laid back down, staring at the sky. You couldn’t believe she actually left you. She could’ve saved you, but no. She left and chose Lottie over you. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, Jackie and Shauna came back to you, sitting next to you. You sat up and looked at your sister, choking out a sob. She quickly wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“It’s okay…someone will save us, and when we’re home safe I’ll give Natalie a slap for you…after we have hot chocolate and a movie night, yeah?” she asked you, you gave her a small smile and nodded. You stayed like that for a while, clinging to your older sister.

--

You sat on the floor, your body leant against Shauna as you watched her write in her journal, she was mostly writing about how you’d all been there for two weeks now and how she was truly giving up hope. You sighed and looked to Mari who was trying to make food. You then looked around at everyone else. Coach Scott laid on the floor, he was missing a leg. Everyone just looked so drained. Your eyes then caught Natalie who sat on a log, further away from everyone. You hadn’t spoken to her in the whole two weeks. You didn’t know what you would possibly say anyway. She stared at you; she was always staring at you with those stupid doe eyes that made your heart melt.

You furrowed your brows when you couldn’t spot Tai. You sat up and looked around. Carefully you brought yourself up to your feet. A few of the others looked at you in concern, your leg was still quite bad. Jackie stood, going to you for support,

“Hey, careful” she told you, putting her hand on your waist to make sure you wouldn’t fall over,

“I’m fine Jack, don’t worry” you stumbled a bit when she let go but managed to stand again.

Then Taissa emerged from the forest,

“There's a lake! I saw it from that hill, looks about four or five miles away” she told you all, a wide smile grew on your lips and everyone got up.

“Do you think we could hike it?” Shauna asked, sliding her journal into her bag.

“It's pretty rocky, but yeah”.

Jackie scoffed and stood up too,

“We can't just... leave. We've got two days of water, tops. Then what? Sit around and die?” she asked, looking around the group, nobody spoke, “What if the rescue team comes?”

“You think they're taking their time on purpose? If they knew where we were, they'd be here already.” Taissa states the obvious, you looked down at the ground with a dry swallow.

“This is bullshit. I say no. No way.” Jackie responded, folding her arms over her chest.

“Let's put it to a vote.” Taissa said, looking around the group, “All in favour of waiting here?” Jackie’s hand shot up, after a moment Laura Lee raised her hand, as did Lottie, Mari and a few others.

“All in favor of the lake?” Taissa asked and raised her hand. everyone slowly, raised their hand. You gave Jackie an apologetic look then raised your hand too. Shauna avoided Jackie’s glare as she finally raised her hand. Taissa nodded,

“Then its settled”

Everyone started packing up their things. You crouched down to grab your bag out of the pile of other bags. You then heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. You looked at her, slightly confused. It was Natalie,

“Can we talk?” she asked you; you looked around for a moment. Jackie and Shauna were busy. You sighed and stood up,

“Um yeah fine” you responded. You walked with her to a spot that was a little bit away from everyone else to give you both privacy. “So what do you want?” you asked her, quite bluntly.

“I’m sorry, for not trying to help you…I just, I panicked and I’m so sorry. I truly thought you were dead and then I saw Lottie so I just helped her and-“ she cut herself off from her rambling, “I’m so sorry” she finally finished. You paused for a moment before wrapping your arms around her, tight. She held you close,

“It’s okay…I just- I’m so scared Nat” you told her. You looked up at her, tears in your eyes. Natalie’s breath hitched at the sight of you. You looked in her eyes, it was like an internal debate was going on in her mind.

You suddenly got an urge. You went up on the tips of your toes and kissed her. she put her hands around your waist and kissed you back passionately. You let out a small whine of relief into the kiss. it was the first time her mouth didn’t taste like alcohol. You felt your back hit the tree as she moved to kissing your neck. She gently sucked on the tender skin; a quiet moan slipped from your lips. she left a couple hickeys before pulling away.

Taking her leather jacket off, Natalie threw it onto the ground.

“Lay down baby” she said in a hushed tone. You hesitantly laid down on the ground. Natalie didn’t hesitate to get on top of you. She leaned down and kissed your neck once again, leaving wet kisses and hickeys all over it.

Her hand then suddenly slid down your trousers. Your breath hitched and you clutched onto her shoulders. She then slowly slid her hand down your panties. She slid her fingers through your soaked folds, you whimpered and bucked your hips against her hand. She tsked at you with a smirk,

“Someone’s desperate, hm?” she teased. You whined and bucked your hips once again, “Tell me what you want baby” she muttered, leaning close to your hear and nibbling gently on your lobe.

“W-Want your fingers…please” you whined. Her smirk grew and without another word she slid a finger inside your tight hole. You had to bite your lip hard in an attempt to hold back the moan you oh so desperately wanted to let slip. “mm…Nat, please” you whispered. She slowly started to move her fingers inside of you. the looser you got, the quicker she went until the wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy filled the space. Along with your moans which Nat tried her best to muffle with her hand over your mouth.

“Go on, come for me baby” she murmured into your ear. She felt you tighten slightly around her fingers, making her smirk and speed up even more. You gasped out and arched your back,

“Fuck!” you whined out, “Nat!” she shushed you straight away in a panic. You then soon came undone around her fingers. She slowed down but didn’t stop, coaxing you through your orgasm.

Carefully, Natalie pulled her fingers out of you. she placed a gentle kiss on your lips,

“Yknow you make a great stress relief” she grins, you playfully shove her and she laughs, getting off of you. You scrunch up your nose,

“A stress relief, hm?” you tease, climbing onto her lap and straddling her. she put her hands on your hips and smiled at you,

“I missed you” she said, quieter. Your smile softened and you placed a kiss on her head,

“I missed you too baby”

You both made your way back to camp, hand in hand. nobody seemed to have heard anything, which gave you some relief. That would be much too embarrassing. You looked over at Shauna who was writing on the plane’s exterior with a tube of lipstick. Van walked out of the mangled cock pit, holding a compass. Everyone else carried gear. You looked at Shauna as she grabbed her bag then looked to see what she wrote. “SOS GONE TO LAKE”

You walked with Nat, your hand still holding hers. She gently rubbed the back of your palm with your hand. Shauna walked behind the two of you, glaring at the back of Nat’s head, then at your held hands. She scoffed and walked ahead, barging into you slightly.

“What was that?” Natalie asked you in confusion. Your confused expression mirrored hers and you shrugged,

“No clue, but yknow what, I’m so excited to get In some water, to feel clean again ughh” you smiled, you were practically bouncing with excitement, “Oh my god and I can wash my hair, Jackie packed shampoo and conditioner!” you shook Natalie’s arm, grinning widely at her.

Van continued to lead the way with her compass, noting the direction you were all heading in. Natalie stood behind her, gazing out into the dense woods as you rambled on about random things. Misty hovered around Coach Scott as Travis and a few others carried him on a stretcher. You looked over at Shauna who walked with a sulking Jackie. Shauna offered Jackie the last sip from her water bottle,

“Want the rest?”

Jackie glanced at it and grimaced, responding coldly,

“Your backwash? I’ll pass thanks” you watched Jackie go to Mari instead, talking with her like they were best friends. You honestly felt bad for Shauna. Luckily though Taissa slid next to Shauna, talking to her.

Suddenly Natalie slowed down, eyeing something in the woods, you furrowed your brows.

“What is it?” Lottie asked as she walked over.

“I don’t know…” It was as if Natalie was magnetically drawn to whatever it was, hidden behind the trees, as she walked closer. Everyone exchanged looks then soon followed. You all made your way through the brush.

“Oh, god. I'm gonna puke.” Jackie said as you all stared at the grisly remains of a fresh bear carcass. The meat was ravished and bones were exposed, the entrails were all spilled out and a raven pecked at its eye. Everyone exchanged remarks and questions about what could’ve done that.

“A wolf, probably.” Coach Ben said. Everyone turned to him, surprised by his sudden engagement.

“They can kill a fucking bear?” Natalie asked, holding your hand tighter. You moved closer to her instinctively.

“Yeah. Wolves can kill anything, if the pack's big enough.” He said simply, as If it was nothing and as if your life wasn’t in increasing danger. As the gravity of this landed on everyone, Natalie glanced around in worry,

“We should keep moving” she said, everyone turned back around and continued to walk.

You whined, it felt like you had all been walking for ages. You looked at Natalie who was already staring at you, as if trying to figure something out.

“My feet hurt” you told her, “But it’ll be worth it” you said with a sweet smile. She stared at your smile, her own faltering. She looked into your eyes and her brows knitted together slightly, “You okay Natty?” you asked her, tilting your head slightly. She only nodded and released your hand, sliding hers into her pockets.

“This shit's way longer than four miles. What if we missed it?” she asked, looking over at Taissa,

“From the angle of the sun, it looked just left of due north” she explained, waving her hand in the direction of the sun. Jackie scoffed next to Mari still,

"Left? Wow. That's a precise way of doing it.” you rolled your eyes and walked over to Van.

Your eyes widened and you quickly shoved Van, pointing to the massive lake. With a yell that cut over the squabbling, Van ran down towards the lake,

“Oh, shit! Hell yeah, bitches!”

Everyone looked hopeful as the ran down to the lake, shedding their bags. You rushed to the water, you stripped your trousers and shirt off, jumping in with Van.

“It's great! Get your asses in here!” you sputtered out to the others. Instantly everyone rushed to join, ripping off shirts and trousers. Of course you didn’t notice how Shauna’s perverted gaze lingered on your body. Natalie did though.

“Fuck its freezing!” Jackie exclaimed, you laughed and splashed her. she grinned and splashed you back. You glanced over at Natalie, her figure hesitant as she tiptoed into the water. Without thinking, you rushed over, a smile plastered on your face.

"Nat, come on, the water’s amazing," you said, reaching out for her hand, hoping to draw her in. She hesitated, glancing at your outstretched hand before looking away.

"I think we should take a break," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, low enough that no one else could hear—only you. The words hit you like a gut punch. Your heart felt like it had shattered, fragments scattered across your chest. It was as if a thousand daggers had been plunged into your skin all at once, and you couldn't breathe, couldn't move.

"A break?" you echoed, your voice trembling as you stepped closer, but she only crossed her arms, her eyes avoiding yours. The words she’d just said felt foreign in your mind, twisting into something you couldn’t quite understand.

"This isn’t the right time for a relationship," she continued, her voice steady but distant. "I’ve been thinking about this for a while." Her words sliced through you like glass.

Your brows furrowed as confusion and pain fought for dominance. "How long? How long have you been... thinking about it?" you asked, each word like pulling a thread, unravelling something you weren't ready to lose.

"A month," she said, shrugging as if it was nothing. A lump formed in your throat. The tears you’d been holding back suddenly felt like a dam breaking. You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper, raw with disbelief.

"We’ve only been together for a couple months, Nat."

"I know," she replied simply, the words ringing hollow in the air between you.

Her gaze never met yours, and for the first time, you couldn’t bear to look at her either. You could feel your heart sinking into the ground beneath your feet, its weight unbearable. A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you turned away, unable to hold back the ache in your chest. You walked off, your legs heavy with the weight of her words, the finality of them pressing down on you like a hundred stones.

You found a fallen log on the rocky ground, your knees weak as you sat down, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and pain. But you couldn’t leave the water behind, couldn’t escape the place where everything had fallen apart. You stared at the ripples in the water, trying to make sense of what had just happened. How could she just change so suddenly? One moment, she was so completely there with you—her touch, her smile, her warmth—and now she was telling you she’d been thinking about this for a month. A month of silence, of distance, hidden behind her smile.

How could she just leave you like this? At your most vulnerable, at the moment you needed her most? It felt like she had taken a piece of you with her and left nothing but the ghost of who you were. And you didn’t even know who you were anymore.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone sitting next to you, you looked to see Shauna. She stared at the water for a moment before looking back at you,

“What happened?” she asked softly. You sniffled and shook your head, wiping the tears from your eyes,

“Nothing” you stated bluntly. A look you didn’t recognise flashed across her face for a moment, was it anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell but you brushed it off and looked back at the water where Natalie was. She had her arms around Lottie, smiling and laughing with her. it made something deep inside of you twist and turn.

“Natalie broke up with you didn’t she?” Shauna asked, breaking the silence once again. You clenched your jaw, not in annoyance though, just to hold back the dam of tears that wanted to break loose.

“No she- she uh…she asked to go on a break, well she didn’t really ask she just sort of told me” you told her, fidgeting with your hands. She put her arm around you and pulled you close. You sighed and hugged her, sniffling into her shoulder.

“Don’t let it bring you down okay? You don’t need her Y/n, and you’ve got me still” she said, you gave her a small smile and nodded,

“Okay…wanna go swim?” you asked her, she gave you a smile and nodded. Getting up, Shauna held out a hand for you. you took it and she pulled you up to your feet. Together you both walked to the lake, hand in hand.

Natalie watched you while she stood with Lottie. Her jaw clenched and she rolled her eyes. Not at you, but at Shauna. Everyone knew Shauna had a massive crush on you, it was glaringly obvious. It only made Shauna hate her even more when you and Natalie finally revealed to the team that you were dating.

Shauna put her arm around your waist, holding you close to her like you were a shiny watch she wanted to show off and flex. You laughed when Jackie splashed you, jumping at her and away from Shauna’s side. A faint smile overgrew Natalie’s lips as she watched you. You were adorable, you deserved so much better than her.

You looked over when you heard chanting. Where Jackie, Mari, and many of the others were looking up at Lottie and egging her on. Lottie climbed up onto a boulder, everyone cheered her on and you decided to join in. When suddenly, she froze. You, along with many others, furrowed your brows in confusion as Lottie pointed somewhere, her mouth agape.

“What the fuck is happening?” Jackie asked.

“Guys look!” Lottie exclaimed. You, Mari and Laura Lee started scrambling up onto the boulder, then the others followed. You gasped at the sight of a small cabin, half hidden in the trees.

“Oh, thank you, sweet jesus!” Laura Lee exclaimed, kissing her cross necklace.

After practically racing towards the direction of the cabin, the girls, bursting with excitement, rushed toward the cabin --

“Hello?! Anyone home?” Jackie called out, followed by Akilah who asked,

“We need help!”

You all stormed up the cabins porch but Natalie and Taissa stopped when they noticed Lottie hanging back, not sharing the exuberance. You decided to just leave them to it and went to the door with your sister, both of you banging your fists on it. There was no answer. Akilah then tried the door, it was unlocked. You all shared a look of slight concern before opening the door and stepping over the threshold.

It was a squalid, two-room space. There were rough-hewn walls, beamed ceilings, musty trophy heads of stunned looking deer. Practically everything was coated in a blanket of cobwebs and dust.

“Hello...?” Jackie called out into the empty space. On one side was a grimy kitchenette with sagging cabinets, tables and chairs. In the other room you saw the foot of an unmade bed covered with a moth-eaten quilt.

Laid out on the table were plates, forks and even a hunting knife,

“Maybe they just…went on a hike?” Laura Lee asked, trying to seem hopeful,

“Yeah like a decade ago…ew it reeks in here” you said, scrunching up your nose and looking around the dank area in disgust. The disappointment was palpable.

Then suddenly, trying to take charge, Taissa looked to Jackie and Mari –

“You guys check the pantry, see if there's any food. Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlights, tools” You did as she said, looking around for anything that could help you all survive for at least a week longer.

You looked over at Shauna as she watched Jackie from the window in the cabin. Your attention was pulled away though when you heard Van’s voice,

“Well, hello..” everyone turned and looked to see Van in front of an old chest, peering inside, “Don’t worry, guys. We may be in the middle of nowhere but hey at least there’s porn” she joked, dramatically brandishing a few vintage magazines.

“Oh, man. Gnarly.” You chuckled. Natalie grabbed one of them and started to flip through it with Mari looking over her shoulder.

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Everyone eventually settled in the cabin. You were sat on the front porch on your own, your mind still reeling from your conversation with Nat. The gentle wind blew against your skin, causing your hair to shift and tickle your face. You took a deep breath in, looking at the night sky. The sound of the door opening behind you pulled you out of your trance, you turned your head slightly and saw Natalie walking out. You turned away from her.

Natalie stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do before she sat down beside you. You said nothing. Neither did she. You both sat there in silence, listening to the wind, to the crickets and to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, rustling the leaves. Then Natalie’s voice cut through the peace,

“You okay?” she asked you. you scoffed wuietly, not answering, that should’ve been answer enough for her.

“Your annoyed at me..” she said, stating the obvious. You wordlessly hummed, nodding your head. Then you heard her scoff, you cocked a brow and looked at her. why the fuck was she annoyed, “Your annoyed at me, because I don’t want to be in a relationship right now? Its not like I broke up with you”

You suddenly stood up,

“What?” you asked her, “No Natalie, I’m annoyed at you because you fucked me in the forest at the party, then the next day you act all cold and weird, then you fuck me AGAIN only for you to say you want to go on a break?” you were raising your voice now, “You cant just pick and choose when you want me Natalie! And a break? Seriously? So you’re just going to have me wait till your in the mood for a relationship again?!” you were so mad you didn’t even think about how much she hated yelling, how much it affected her. You didn’t even think how she reacted if you of all people yelled at her. she didn’t cry though, she rarely cried.

She abruptly stood up,

“You want answers?” she asked you, you gave a nod, unsure what she was going to say, “I’ve been like this because I’ve been using you Y/n” your heart dropped. “just for your body, because you know what? You’re so fucking unbearable, you’re so annoying and you just act like a child, you think I’d ever like you for you?” she spat. She went physically pale as her words processed; her own words left her shook. Regret boiled up in her as she watched tears well up in your eyes.

“Well then I’ll do you a favour, I’m breaking up with you, cunt” you spat before walking off as quickly as you could into the forest. You didn’t know where you were running, you just knew you couldn’t stop. Tears fell down Natalie’s cheeks. She lied, of course she lied because the real reason was so stupid. But maybe it was better this way, maybe it was better if you just hated her. the door opened and Shauna walked out,

“Where’s Y/n?” she asked. Natalie wiped her face and shrugged, walking past Shauna. She sat down on the cabin.

You walked through the forest, trying to get control of your breathing. You loved her, you truly and deeply loved her and she only loved your body. You choked out a sob, leaning against a tree. All of a sudden you heard a twig snap. You stiffened and looked around you. your heart stopped when you saw a wolf. It slowly walked closer to you,

“No no no no….uh good puppy, back up” you said to the wolf, holding your hands up to it. it then growled and pounced; you screamed as the wolf suddenly bit down on your already injured leg.

Hearing your scream, Shauna came running, the wind running through her hair. She finally saw you; your leg was gushing with blood and you were attempting to crawl away from a wolf. Shauna pulled a hunting knife out her pocket. She ran to the wolf, stabbing it in the skull. She pulled the knife out and the wolf cried in pain before sprinting off into the darkness.

Shauna rushed to your side as you cried. You felt your vision going blurry, your senses were on a high and before you could even say anything. You passed out.

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You eventually woke up and when you did you were in someone’s arms, being carried. It was Shauna. She opened the door and carried you. There were scattered gasps around the room and you realised your leg must be in a bad condition. Shauna gently set you down on one of the makeshift beds. Jackie rushed to your side,

“What the fuck happened?” she asked, to Shauna rather than you.

“Natalie made her cry, she ran into the wilderness and was attacked by a wolf” Shauna said, glaring over at Natalie who stared at you in concern. She never meant for you to get hurt, fuck she should’ve gone after you. she sniffled and looked away from you.

You cried silently; your throat ached too much from screaming. You were in so much pain. Shauna pulled her flannel jacket off and went to wrap it around your ankle but you quickly held your hand out.

“No don’t, you’ll ruin your jacket” she cocked a brow and put it back on your ankle anyway. A croaky, almost quiet cry slipped from your lips at the sudden pressure. She wrapped her jacket around quickly like a makeshift bandage.

“Shhh…” she whispered, running a hand through your hair, “you’re okay, just fall asleep” she told you.

“I can’t…it hurts”

“Just close your eyes for me, try your best” she said, you closed your eyes and laid there, getting as comfortable as you could. Quiet conversations continued around you and the whole time you felt Shauna’s hand brushing gently through your hair until it eventually soothed you to sleep.

[darkfalcone]

Rimming Nat

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio/Reader

Warnings: Rimming, Drabble, hints at Free Use, those black and white stripped pants make an entrance

Summary: Nat uses you after she comes back from hunting.

Request: Wilderness Nat making you eat her ass drabble plz

200 followers celebration 🥳

You sat on the porch of the cabin, waiting for Nat to come back from hunting. You felt your face heat up as you remembered that she told you that when she got back, she wanted to use you. You bit your lip as you felt your face heat up at the memory. You hoped that she would be back soon before it got too dark out. You tried your best to get your mind off Nat, even trying to get through an awkward conversation with Misty.

Finally, you watched Nat and Travis arrive with a deer. You jumped up from your spot as Travis took the deer and helped Shauna bring it to the meat shed while Nat made her way towards you.

“Come with me,” Nat smirked, turning around and leading you behind the cabin. The two of you were quiet, but as soon as you reached your destination, she spoke up again. “Down on your knees, baby.”

You did as you were told, moving down onto your knees. Nat sat the gun down gently, along with her backpack, before she pulled her striped pants down.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, yeah?” Nat asked.

You nodded, “Yes—yes, always.”

Nat hummed in response, turning around so her ass was in your face. You licked your lips, watching as she bent over, making it a show as she slowly pulled her underwear down and off.

“Aren’t… Aren’t you going to turn around so I can…” You trailed off, hating how embarrassed you were starting to feel.

Nat turned her head to look back at you, a smirk plastered on her face. “Oh no, baby, I have other places you can put your mouth.”

Before you could ask what she meant, she turned back around and grabbed the back of your head. Nat pulled you in, forcing your head closer to her ass. She took a deep breath, feeling your hot breath against her skin.

“Come on, stick your tongue out.” Nat whined.

You stuck it out before leaning in closer and swiping your tongue against her asshole. You hummed at the taste, feeling yourself get wet as you took in her scent. Nat groaned, holding your head in place. You took it as a sign to keep your tongue out.

Nat ground against your tongue for a good minute before she let go of you. You put your hands on her hips, keeping her in place. You started off gently, pushing the tip of your tongue inside of her asshole.

“I’m starting to get impatient; you don’t have to be so… gentle.” Nat laughed.

As a response, you pushed your tongue inside of her deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she moaned, pushing against you.

You let her fuck herself against you as she brought her hand down to her pussy. She rubbed at her clit hard, and you pulled away so you could breathe. Just as quickly as you pulled away, Nat pushed your head back.

“You’ll stop when I tell you to.” Nat said through gritted teeth.

She continued to grind against you again as she slipped two fingers into herself. You brought a hand down between your legs and slipped a hand into your pants. You could do this all day, especially when she’s all sweaty. You doubled your efforts.

Nat came silently, ducking herself through her orgasm. When Nat pulled away, Nat turned around to look at you. She held the sides of your face before leaning down and kissing you.

“Such a good girl,” Nat hummed. “I’m going to have to use you every day when I come back from hunting, huh?”

You nodded, and Nat continued.

“You know, as a thank you for getting everyone dinner.”

[ultrone]

settle down !

thought abt this while listening to settle down by the 1975 ҂ fluffy angst; homophobia, physical abuse, mentions of jackie being a girlfailure as always. . .﹙1.6k wc﹚

"shhhh," nat whispered, urging you to be as quiet as possible. "let's go," she said in a hushed tone, leading you into her trailer while holding your hand. carefully sneaking past the living room where her mom lay passed out on the couch, you both headed towards her room.

once inside, she gently closed the door, and both of you placed your backpacks on the floor. as your backpack thudded softly on the ground, nat's hands seized the collar of your shirt, pulling you in for a long-awaited kiss. smiles adorned both your faces as your lips met, and you savoured the faint taste of tobacco on her tongue. as your lips intertwined, she gently guided you backward, causing both of you to tumble onto her bed.

as she lay on top of you, your fingers delicately traced her waist, pulling her closer. in response, she rested one hand against your cheek, softly caressing it as your tongues playfully danced together. after a few minutes, you both separated to catch your breath.

“fuck— i’ve been waiting all day to do that,” nat breathed out, her energy drained from the kissing. her lips looked plump, and a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

"you have?" you asked her, raising an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your face.

"yeah," she confirmed with an equally mischievous smile, sliding her hand from your cheek to your upper chest, gently caressing it with her thumb. "seeing you get angry at jackie during practice and yelling at her was hotter than you think," she teased. "you'd be surprised."

“oh, shut up,” you said, poking her side softly. "she literally scored a goal in our own net. i know it was practice, but it's like the third ti—"

your words were cut short by nat's lips, which found yours once again. but this time, it wasn't a hurried kiss filled with desire; instead, it was tender and longing. after a few seconds, you broke the kiss, rubbing your noses against each other before pulling back slightly to gaze into her eyes.

her eyes were a beautiful greenish-blue, barely visible due to her dilated pupils, which were locked onto yours in an intense gaze.

“i wish we didn’t have to hide,” you whispered out. "and i wish you’d leave travis and just be mine," you said as your eyebrows began to furrow.

"i am yours, you know it," she said. "we've talked about this before, y/n. you know i can't leave him or people will start to—"

"i don't give a damn about what people think, nat. i'm fucking tired," you shot back, averting your gaze from hers.

"look at me," she insisted, moving her hand from your chest to the side of your head, tangling her fingers in your hair as she softly caressed played with it. at her touch, you slowly met her gaze, your eyes a bit watery.

"when i said i'm leaving this town with you, i meant it," she reassured you. "we just have to wait a few more months until graduation," she reminded you. both of you just stared at each other in silence. you were at a loss for words, and she was uncertain about what else to say to ease your mind.

suddenly, she stood up from the bed and walked to her closet, passing her hands over her jackets until she found the one she was searching for. she slipped her hand inside its pocket and retrieved a little box. returning to her spot on the bed, she sat down in front of you. slowly, you lifted yourself from your lying down position, now seated facing her.

she seemed a bit nervous, something you noticed from the way she bit her lower lip and moved her hands more than usual.

“i meant to give you this for our anniversary, but i guess i’ll just do it now,” she said, handing you the little box. you grabbed it and scanned it with your eyes; it was a small velvet black box. nat stared at you intently, her lip still between her teeth while she played with her fingers.

quickly, you opened the box, eager to see what was inside. your heart fluttered against your chest as you saw a beautiful silver ring, with some text inscribed inside it. you squinted your eyes as you brought it closer to your face, trying to make out the date.

“june 21st, 1996,” she said, catching your attention, before redirecting your gaze to the ring. “i wanted to make sure you knew i’m not fucking with you, so i thought about giving you a promise ring,” she explained, “that’s the graduation date. the day i'll take you away from here, and we’ll start our new life away from everything and everyone—just the two of us,” she said.

you remained completely silent, just staring at the ring in awe, before sliding it onto your finger. however, your silence started to make her feel a bit anxious.

“i-i know it’s not the best, but it was the best one i could afford. but when i save more money, i’ll— whoa!” she cried out as you suddenly jumped into her arms, causing both of you to tumble to the ground. you held her face in your hands and showered her with little kisses all over her face, making her burst into laughter.

“it’s beautiful, nat. i love it," you said excitedly, staring into her eyes which sparkled with a joy that's only there when she's with you. "i love you,” you corrected yourself, your gaze shifting between her eyes.

“i love you more,” she whispered back, a smile forming on her face as she started to get closer to you.

“impossible,” you managed to whisper right before she closed the short space between you, sharing yet another passionate kiss.

this time, however, your kiss was abruptly interrupted as nat's door swung open aggressively, causing the two of you to quickly pull apart. it was her dad; the commotion of both of you falling onto the ground and nat’s laughter had caught his attention, prompting him to come check. his gaze fixated on you, still on top of nat, the unfinished kiss hanging in the air.

“what the–” his voice carried a tone of shock, disbelief, and growing anger. his fists clenched at his sides as he continued to stare at you, his breathing becoming audible.

the joy that had enveloped the room only moments ago had turned into a tense, fearful silence. he glared at you and nat, his eyes settling on the both of you in a way that sent shivers down your spine. without a word, he stormed forward, his steps heavy with anger, and before you could react, he reached out and seized your arm with an iron grip. pain shot through your wrist as his fingers dug into your skin.

"get away from my daughter, you filthy...!" he spat, his voice laced with anger and disgust.

your heart pounded in your chest, fear and anger coursing through you. nat, panic etched across her face, moved instinctively. she darted forward, her voice a sharp plea. "dad, stop!"

he didn't heed her, his free hand balling into a fist. with a guttural roar, he swung it towards you, the blow landing on your cheek with a sickening thud. pain seared through your face, a burst of stars clouding your vision. the force of the punch sent you stumbling backward, and tears welled up in your eyes from the pain.

“you think you can just come in here and corrupt my daughter?!” he bellowed, his voice shaking with rage. his eyes were wild, and his face was contorted with rage and revulsion.

nat's heart-wrenching cry cut through the air. “get the fuck away from her!”

she rushed forward, her hands gripping her father's arm with a strength born out of desperation. she pulled with all her might, trying to tear him away from you.

as nat struggled with her father, her voice trembled but remained firm, "go!" she screamed.

with those words ringing in your ears, you didn't need further urging. tears ran down your cheeks as you scrambled to your feet, heart pounding in your chest. you quickly snatched your backpack from the floor and bolted towards the exit. the trailer door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing in your ears.

the outside air hit your face like a cold, harsh slap, and you stumbled a few steps before finding your footing. as you sprinted away from the trailer, your breaths came in ragged gasps, and tears blurred your vision. the pain in your cheek throbbed, matching the ache in your heart.

amid the pounding in your chest, a distant sound pierced the air—a gunshot. yet, strangely, the sound didn't register in your mind. your thoughts had turned into a repetitive mantra, numbing your senses: "june 21st, june 21st, june 21st." the significance of that date echoed through your consciousness, each repetition adding weight to your determination to run as fast as you could.

you ran through the tears and the pain, the echoes of that gunshot fading into insignificance against the backdrop of your racing thoughts. it was as if your mind had created its own barrier, shielding you from the external chaos.

and so, you ran, driven by an unwavering hope, your footsteps falling in rhythm with your heartbeat. both carried the same sentiment: escape, freedom, and a life together. it was a sprint fueled by the hope that one day you would break free from all this pain and finally find peace—a hope that the endurance would be worth the wait.

[puppysepulchre]

pillow talk

jackienat , sfw ; very mild nsfw mentions (drabble takes place after a hookup), dialogue-heavy, no-crash/pre-crash, i did not proof read this at all. self-indulgent piece

jackie usually kicks her out pretty much immediately after. the first time it ever happened was at a party; nat doesn't need to ask questions about why or what happened when jackie wants her over. it helps the both of them, anyway—it's a favor, and a pastime. nothing special. it's why nat thinks jackie chose her out of any of the other girls. she's nothing special. who is a natalie scatorccio to jackie taylor, anyway?

this time jackie doesn't immediately help nat find her clothes and usher her out the door. she lays there motionless like still water and nat feels like she's holding her breath watching the ebb and flow of her chest rising and falling. nat's sobering up, shaking her head as she rolls off jackie to perch on the edge of the bed.

"come lay down," jackie says, "where are you going?"

"thought i should leave."

"stay for a little longer," and it's a command rather than a suggestion, so nat sucks in air through her teeth and lays down next to jackie. her back is flat against the mattress, ceiling spinning a little above her.

the silence is palpable enough that nat feels obligated to say something, but breaking the silence means making this more intimate than it needs to be, when all this is just a favor. her lending jackie a hand when jeff couldn't. she's not here to make conversation or be friends. they're teammates. that's it, really.

"—do you pretend i'm jeff or shauna?" nat thinks out loud, and immediately when the words leave her mouth she regrets even mentioning either of them, her nails digging into her own skin as admonishment for talking.

"—what? " jackie tugs nat's arm so they're facing one another.

"forget it, sorry, just talking shit."

"i'm not... i'm not gay. shauna's my best friend. it's just that jeff doesn't—he doesn't know how women work. it's not—i'm not gay. i'm not in love with shauna. or you."

it's a pointed response, and jackie stares at her wide-eyed, face flushed with embarrassment (or maybe shame, but nat won't make assumptions).

"i didn't say you were," a pause, "i'm seeing someone, anyway."

jackie scoffs, "no you're not."

she yawns and leans over to kiss nat. something she started doing recently before nat leaves. nat thinks it's a guilt thing—this time the kiss is chaste and quick, over before she can even really acknowledge anything about it. maybe because she's staying tonight, and anything else would be too intimate. that's the last thing this is. intimate.

[shaunamilfman]

If Only in my Dreams

pairing: Nat Scatorccio x reader summary: Christmas Drabble Christmas Masterlist

You carelessly upend the bags of junk food over the bed–chip bags and candy bars spilling everywhere. A pack of gummy bears balances precariously on the edge of the bed, and you absently swipe it towards the rest. Looking at it piled up, you start to wonder if it might be a little too much for just two people, but you could always make use of it tomorrow. Or, at least, you hoped. Just like you hoped Nat wouldn’t get upset with you for taking the liberty of setting it up for her.

Despite how long you’ve been dating Nat, she’s really never opened up much about her home life back when she still lived in her hometown, but you can gather that it was pretty bad. That’s why you listened so carefully whenever she described how she used to spend Christmas with her friends, as it’s one of the only times she’s sounded like she was truly enjoying herself. 

She tells you about sneaking out of her window to meet her friends a few streets down, a car waiting just far enough away that her parents wouldn’t be able to hear the sound of a car starting from their trailer. Nat loved the thrill of it, the sound of gravel crunching beneath her boots as she snuck away in the dead of night. How they would find their way to the gas station a few blocks later and buy as much junk as they could with whatever spare change they managed to scrounge together. Eating it all in the backseat of the car as they smoked stolen cigarettes and blasted the stereo as loud as they could get away with before she eventually had to go back home and face reality.

The edge of bitter nostalgia that eventually overtook her voice, the realization that she could never have it again kicked in, broke your heart every time. Nat always insisted that there was nothing in that town worth going back for anymore, and you weren’t going to argue with her on that one. 

For Nat you would at least try.

You’ve been sitting at the base of the headboard, spreading things out for something to do with your hands, long enough that the door finally cracks open as Nat comes home from work. A note of concern enters her voice when you don’t immediately answer when she calls out your name, her heavy footsteps slowly sounding toward the bedroom. 

She comes to a stop suddenly as she sees you, her eyes slowly roving over the mess you’ve presented her with.

“Merry Christmas,” you say softly as she says nothing.

The longer she stands in the doorway without saying anything, the more uncomfortable you get, almost squirming in your seat on the bed, wincing every time it makes a bag crinkle. 

“Is it dumb? This is dumb.” You laugh nervously, sitting up on your knees as you start to scoop the junk food up in your arms to push it on the floor. “You're probably tired.”

“Don't be stupid,” Nat mutters, shrugging her jacket off onto the floor to jump on the bed next to you. “You knew it was sweet.”

Nat has this way of making it sound like an accusation, as if you did something wrong by trying to do something nice for her. If it weren’t for the look on her face, shy and unsure, you might try apologizing again. But no–she likes it. You can see it in the way her lips twitch, fighting a smile she isn’t sure how to show. 

You lean across the bed to press play on the CD player, some band you know she loved in high school. You’re not sure exactly what it meant to her, but her eyes still light up at the familiar chords. She pulls her boots off and drops them, a loud thud following each as they land back against the floor. Nat crosses her legs beneath her, eyes wide with something bordering on awe as she really takes it in. 

“This is cool, or whatever.”

She grabs a bag of chips still held loosely in your arms, tearing it open and popping it into her mouth as she sets it between you and starts to pull everything else away from you. You watch with a grin as she reorganizes the bags, a system that makes no sense to you but works perfectly for her as she spreads them out across the bed. 

“Turn it up a bit,” she says excitedly, gesturing toward the CD player. You slowly reach for the knob, looking at her hesitantly. 

“Nat, it's midnight.” 

“If it's not loud enough for the neighbors to complain, then it isn't really Christmas,” she insists, looking at you so eagerly that you can't help but crank it louder. 

“If they come banging on the door, I’m not the one answering.”

[g1rldrool]

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[cerise-fille]

DRABBLE-fic; oc: sheriff!anka arthurs × outlaw!natalie scatorccio, ankanat, 🩻🎫; wild-west!au; soundtrack: ???.

—☆

natalie can hear her heart pounding in her ears and her uneven breathing barely coming through her headscarf as she runs out of the bank doors, clutching a bag in one hand and a revolver in the other.

she almost starts moving, following van, to escape the crime scene before the lawmen arrive, but freezes.

natalie's gaze locks with the woman's.

wait, woman's?

light blue eyes, a tired but attentive look, pale skin, lighter than the average local in these places, a white cape on her shoulders, a star with the inscription - natalie assumes - "sheriff" gleaming on her white hat that leaves her face in shadow, and a revolver is in the woman's hand.

natalie notices the gun a little late, after its barrel is pointed at her and a bullet flies past her thigh, leaving a hole in her jeans.

natalie flinches but doesn't move, her legs feeling like they're rooted to the spot.

"wow..." she exhales hoarsely, barely able to get the words out, and then shauna pushes her forward, knocking the air out of her and growling in irritation.

"fucking move, nat."

but hold on... let's start from the very begining, shall we?

it started with the plan of the robbery. the big one. or at least bigger than pick-pocketing poor bastards on the streets, that's for sure.

the bank. the one in the small town, but the bank nonetheless.

their gang planned it for some time now. the plan was simple. very simple. nothing could go wrong, and nothing did.

except one thing.

the sheriff was hot. like, illegaly so, really. and nat stared at her long enough, for sheriff arthurs(as merwan told her later) to - most likely - memorise natalie's face.

that was a problem.

nat always enjoyed the thrill of outlaw's life. no rules, no people telling her what to do. but when your face showed up on the wanted board, anyone knew you should lay low for a while.

and that was exactly what nat planned to do, she wasn't stupid after all. but anyone should understand that when you decide to do something, and shauna tells you that you're suspended indefinitely? two different things.

so to say that natalie was slightly indignant would be a gross understatement.

she was running around the camp, full of irritation and unspent, restless energy. for a while, nat held on, maintaining silence: sullenly standing behind the camp, smoking; doing camp chores, silent, but with her whole appearance showing her displeasure.

unfortunately, on the fifth day, her patience ran out: all the wood was chopped, the water was carried, and the horses were fed. now it was time to start making noise. natalie almost talked lottie to death before lucas shoo her away; merwan wasn't so lucky, because no one saved him from nat until phin showed up with a shot shoulder after another raid. just in time.

on the seventh day, the entire gang avoided natalie, and nat was left temd to herself.

on the eighth day, travis intercepted her before she could reach for her gun.

it was a simple matter - buy a couple bottles of something strong to fill a flask for the cool spring nights by the fire. easy as pie.

so it's hard to figure out how exactly nat ended up in the sheriff's office cell.

nat sighs heavily and leans her forehead against the iron bars with a dull thud, looking around the room from under her bangs. the sheriff's office was a small building - the main part with a desk piled high with papers, a wanted board, two cells opposite each other, one of which contained natalie herself, and the other, fortunately, was empty.

but nat's gaze barely swept over all of this, quickly, as if by a magnet, drawn to the figure of the sheriff.

the woman sat at the table, writing something, her face impenetrable, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. nat did not think that she was much older than natalie herself, even despite the heavy look in her blue eyes.

"so...." natalie breaks the silence, clearing her throat, but her voice still sounds low. "what are ya going to do with me, ma'am?"

"depends on how much they will dig up on you." the woman's answer was short and calm, she barely raised her head from the papers, only throwing an unreadable look at natalie. her voice - hoarse and calm - made nat flinch.

natalie swallowed quietly, meeting the sheriff's gaze, but unable to look away.

"so nobody's gonna hang me just like that? what a relief.." nat forced out a chuckle and gave an awkward, crooked grin. "you take your job seriously, huh?"

the sheriff raised an eyebrow at her, but only let out a vague hum.

the silence that followed was heavy, but nat couldn't think of anything else to say, instead turning away and leaning her back against the bars of her cell.

but as natalie almost straightened up to walk back to the hard bunk of her cell, the sheriff's voice broke the silence again.

"you're not very good at this whole outlaw crap?" the sheriff puts her pen down on the table and looks up, narrowing her blue eyes slightly.

natalie turns around, feeling a little indignant. she knows she's better than good.

"and you're not much of a shot, are ya?" the words are out of nat's mouth before she can stop them, sounding slightly hurt.

nat braces herself for a harsh retort, but all she gets in return is a dry snort and a slight upward movement of the corners of the sheriff's lips.

"maybe."

natalie freezes, feeling confused and swallows quietly, leaving it unanswered as she heads for the cell cot.

a few more minutes of silence pass before the sheriff asks again, picking up a pen from the table.

"nat it's short from natalie?" the sheriff's eyes drop to the paper, her voice calm.

natalie crosses her arms over her chest, looking at the woman from under her brows with a slightly dark look as she sits on the edge of the cot, her shoulders hunched.

"'am not telling ya." nat mumbles quietly and looks away, even though she knows it's useless to deny it.

"then i'm writing natalie." the sheriff shrugs and quietly scratches the tip of her pen on the paper.

nat looks up and even though she fights the impulse, the question still comes out.

"how did you know?" she leans forward slightly, looking at the sheriff tensely.

"i'm not deaf. your... partner called you nat. and natalie? lucky guess." the sheriff speaks calmly and quietly, not looking up from her writing and slightly raising her shoulders.

natalie bites her bottom lip and snorts.

"whatever." but her voice doesn't sound as hostile as it should.

that night, nat is pulled out of the cell by van, phin and travis, but of course it doesn't end there. as soon as they get to camp, nat is attacked by shauna. figurativly speaking.

shauna is ranting and rattling and natalie stops listening to her somewhere in the middle of her angry tirade.

because firstly, natalie felt no shame, and secondly, she still couldn't get the sheriff out of her head. more precisely, her strange behavior.

nat had been in cells before, in other towns, if the sheriffs were there, they barely paid attention to her or simply barked at her to shut up, with rare exceptions.

and this sheriff? no, she was different. good different. the one different that made nat nervous just a bit nervous.

but even shauna's anger soon faded to nothing, leaving only the smoldering embers of irritation, and nat gets pulled out of her thoughts.

"un-fucking-believable. how did you even let them catch you?" shauna mutters with a snort, sitting down by the fire a little distance from natalie and unscrewing the cap of a bottle of whiskey. "and to who? arthurs, of all people."

natalie looks up from the fire at shauna. arthurs. she makes a silent note, and shrugs.

"she's alright, y'know?" natalie says lazily but honestly, reluctantly stirring the stew in her bowl with a spoon.

shauna raises an eyebrow, her hand stilling with the bottle to her lips, and her gaze falls on natalie.

"she shot in you, natalie." shauna narrows her brown eyes, her hand dropping, and her voice sounds almost disbelieving.

"well... she missed, right?" nat hums vaguely and shoves the spoon into her mouth, speaking without chewing. "and we were robbing a bank. so the wasn't in the wrong here."

"what are you even talkin' about..." shauna begins, frowning, and then cuts herself off. her eyebrows slowly rise, and a glimmer of understanding flickers in her eyes. shauna shakes her head and takes a generous swig from the bottle.

"oh. my. god." shauna speaks hoarsely and slowly. she gets up from her seat and without saying goodbye heads towards her tent, leaving natalie to chew her lower lip in silence.

her eyes remain on the fire, and she hopes that the heat on her cheeks is just the warmth coming from the fire.

but then? then it got worse.

now, the way to the city was closed to her.

natalie did not leave the camp for a week, then two. it was not exactly a punishment, but everyone knew that this was what shauna meant.

nat obeyed reluctantly, mainly not wanting to end up in a cell again, and not running into sheriff arthurs.

the strange thing is, but now it was like an itch in natalie's head, always there. most of her thoughts now boiled down to just one question.

would she like it?

natalie felt how curiosity, the need to find answers to these countless questions, was slowly but surely starting to drive her crazy.

in the middle of the third week without forays into the city, nat accidentally overheard a conversation. it was already getting dark. shauna took several people for one job that nat had not even been told anything about, and the rest were left behind at the camp.

natalie was doing absolutely nothing, goofing around and carving horses out of wood with her knife. she was sitting outside her tent, leaning against a tree. the camp was quiet enough that the conversation immediately caught nat's attention.

"tai says the lawmen are softening," van says, fiddling with making a fire.

phin, cleaning her revolvers, perks up almost immediately, and nat barely keeps herself from rolling her eyes.

"tai's in town?" seraphina asks with mild surprise, clearly barely keeping the hope out of her voice.

"nah," van snorts and shrugs. "we exchange letters sometimes..."

phin clicks her tongue almost inaudibly, and judging by her voice, she visibly deflates. taissa has always been a sore subject between van and phin.

"whatever," she says, but clearly through clenched teeth, and continues. "what 'bout the lawmen?"

van easily accepts the change of topic, not lingering on tai longer than necessary.

"those who surrender voluntarily will have their petty crimes forgiven and will be allowed to rehabilitate themselves by working as bounty hunters."

"sounds like a decoy." phin laughs, and her laugh is barking, as always.

"i know." van clearly smirks as she says this. the air fills with the smell of smoke and the crackle of a slowly burning fire.

the conversation continues, but neither the ensuing jokes nor even the exchange of news interest nat. the knife in her hand freezes.

natalie knew tai. she knew that taissa was not one to share unverified information with them - and especially van.

the thought lingers. bounty hunter. same shit, but different.

and part of her is horrified by this fact alone. leave the gang? become a lawman? because the local town sheriff was a woman who smiled at her instead of giving her a dirty look?

on the one hand, it's downright pathetic. that's what shauna would probably say. on the other hand... nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

and nat had already gotten her name out there anyway. sheriff arthurs knew her name and face. and nat would go crazy sitting around doing nothing for another six months-.

natalie frowns, pushing the thought away, and turns her attention back to the wooden horse. or the dog. she wasn't that good with wood, after all.

but to nat's credit, she holds out for another week before the thought eats her up completely.

natalie sneaks out in the evening, quietly. "this is scouting," she says to herself as she steadily approaches the town. she ties her horse up a little ways away.

dusk gradually covers the city, people gather in the local saloon and natalie hears music playing from there. the probability that sheriff arthurs will not be in her office is high, but something tells nat that the woman was not a fan of noisy places.

or at least that is the impression she gave.

natalie enters through the back door, hiding her face under the brim of her hat and wrapping herself in the warm twilight filled with the chirping of cicadas. it turns out to be quiet inside.

the sheriff is sitting at the table with an expression that says that she is absolutely fed up with everything and even more, and the faint snores of some drunkard on a bunk in one of the cells of the sheriff's office are heard.

nat hesitates in place and takes advantage of the fact that sheriff has not yet noticed her, gathering her strength.

part of her tells her to turn back and abandon the idea, and another part, smaller but more insistent, speaks up before nat has time to come to her senses.

"evening, sheriff," natalie says hoarsely and low, surprised at her own voice and clearing her throat.

she notices how the sheriff tenses, how her blue eyes quickly find the silhouette of the criminal in the semi-darkness of the room, how her hand unobtrusively falls on the holster of her revolver.

"you again." the sheriff raises an eyebrow, but does not get up, letting the silence stretch out for a few extra moments. "what are you doing here?"

natalie bites her lower lip, silent for a minute, choosing her words, studying the sheriff's face with her eyes, trying to find signs that she was wrong.

"came to surrender." nat squeezes out quietly, trying to sound nonchalat.

sheriff arthurs blinks, surprise flickering in her eyes.

"came... to surrender?" she repeats slowly and calmly, raising both eyebrows.

"i heard that those who surrender voluntarily receive a pardon." natalie grins crookedly and adds, slightly crumpled. "and a job."

nat notices how the sheriff's shoulders relax slightly.

"is that so?" the woman narrows her eyes, her gaze calm but almost soft. she leans back slightly in her chair, her tone husky and calm.

and that throws nat off her game. there's almost amusement in the sheriff's voice.

"...yeah?" nat says, but her voice sounds downright unsure.

sheriff arthurs snorts, glancing at the drunk in the cell, and then stands up, making natalie flinch.

"then how about you join me for a drink, miss?"

and part of nat feels relieved.

"...yeah."

this time she sounds less unsure.

—☆

• I LOVE THEM IN WILD WEST AU AAAAAAAAAA. cough. yeah. i tried to make western accent, but failed.

• nat in this au: outlaw ➡️ bounty hunter ➡️ whipped sheriff's lover

• i will write more, yep.

• in this fic: @jackies-ear69 's lucas, @takow 's merwan and also my second oc phin!!