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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.ᐟ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: cheerleader! reader x natalie scatorccio

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nat lays in your arms after you bandage her injured knee from soccer practice, soft comfort/fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight mention of blood, inaccurate medical information, language, suggestive themes, slightly ooc considering she isn't traumatized by wilderness yet, no hate to shauna don't come for me

𝐚/𝐧: hi this is my first fic and idk how to feel about this, sorry if any spelling errors or mistakes! pls fill my inbox

Clad in your cheerleading uniform, having just got back from practice, you sit on your cold floor. There's a soft hum from your CD player, the disc spins quickly, and you find yourself getting lost in the spiral as your favourite song plays. A knock rattles at your window pane which brings you out of your trance, "Nat?

You hear her curse under her breath, her voice is hoarse and her breaths are ragged. Natalie is sitting on your window sill, grinning at you sheepishly—her shoulders heaving underneath the soft fabric of her jersey. The sun sets behind her, a swirl of pink and orange settles over the sky.

You get up from the floor, chuckling softly at her. You reach out to open the window, leaning against the sill. "You know, this is technically trespassing." You tease, and laughter fills your chest as a frown paints her mouth.

"Shut up. Plus, it's technically not trespassing because you look very happy to see me." Nat tilts her head, and her lips are inches from yours. She looks tired, violet decorates her under eyes and her lips are turned downward despite her cheeky retort. You watch as her eyes drift toward the CD player on your desk, then back to you.

"I very much want you here, Nat." You take a step back as she climbs in, and you finally see all of her.

Your eyes rake over her bleached hair, grey eyes and slouched shoulders. Glancing down, you stare at her knee with wide eyes. Crimson seeps through the bandage adorning her leg, poorly done. "What the fuck?"

Natalie grabs her soccer shorts, pulling them down in a measly attempt to hide the wound. "Oh, that's nothing. Don't worry." She shrugs it off, shifting from one foot to another while you give her a wary look. "Let me see."

"Seriously, it's fine." Her jaw twitches, hanging her head to avoid the concern in your eyes.

"Nat."

"Fine." She murmurs, and steps over to your bed. Natalie falls down onto your pillows, sighing.

"I'm gonna grab a cloth, okay?" You rest a hand on her arm, brushing it off as you walk away.

You come back with a wet rag and new bandages as you hear your CD player skipping over a song. "Might sting." You warn her, and sit down next to her—legs to your chest. You reach down and peel the bandage off, you almost flinch when her hand instinctively reaches for you with a strained wince.

There's an apologetic look in your eyes as you dab the towel on the fresh wound, staining the cloth a subtle pink. "Sorry." You mumble, placing the old bandage into a trash bin beside your desk.

"You gonna turn that thing off?" Natalie gestures to the music playing in the back, and you shake your head, smiling.

"You don't like it?" Your eyebrows furrow, and she shrugs.

"It's alright." She smirks.

You hum, placing the rag down. "So.. How'd it happen?" You reach for the bandages, and unravel the off-white material.

"Shauna, shoved me." She grumbles, and you almost laugh.

"The one you said was in love with Jackie?"

She nods, a pained expression on her face while you wrap the bandage around her knee, tying the fabric into a loose knot at the back to put pressure on it.

"Is that okay—does it hurt?" She shakes her head, her eyes soft and hooded. She mumbles a thank you. The sunset casts a yellow glow on her face, highlighting her sharp features, and you can't help but admire her.

"You're so pretty."

You watch as her eyes crinkle and her lips turn upwards. "Shut up, idiot."

You roll your eyes, climbing into bed with her, the blankets underneath you are soft and warm.

"You are."

"You're seeing things." You wrap your arms around her, and she settles into your chest. She smells like lemons and cigarettes, and you inhale softly.

Nat looks up at you, and it seems to drown out the worn out CD, the low hum of the streetlamp next to your house, and the quiet ventilation.

There was something about her vulnerability with you, letting you hold her without a worry in the world. You bring your lips to her forehead, and her eyes shut with a grin.

"You're so sappy."

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 ➵

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