ROCKSTAR GF NATALIE SCATORCCIO ♡ it’s currently past midnight and natalie’s still on the floor with her guitar settled on her lap, playing the same melody on repeat with a notebook open in front of her.
you’re supposed to be asleep by now, but instead your gaze is settled on her, listening to the soft chords of the guitar and her quiet curses under her breath every time she messes up.
“nat,” you mumble, voice raspy from exhaustion. “come to bed.”
“in a minute,” she replies automatically, not even bothering to look up.
you sigh and push your body out of bed, walking until you’re standing right in front of her, and it’s only then when she glances up, eyes heightened down with a tired expression, but of course still stubborn.
“you said that like an hour ago, babe.”
“i’m so close,” she whines, head falling back.
you shake your head and drop your tired body into her lap, the guitar now cast aside as her hands immediately move to your waist, steadying you with her arms wrapping around you.
“hey—” she complains, although it sounds more content if anything. “that’s not fair.”
“you’re tired,” you whisper into her ear, leaning in to place a soft kiss to her lips. she melts into you now, tension leaving her body as if she didn’t realize how exhausted she was until this moment.
“but it’s for you,” she admits softly when you pull back, glancing at the unfinished pages of lyrics.
you smile, squeezing her body tighter. “you can always finish it tomorrow.” she hesitates, looking at the notebook before looking back at you.
“…five more minutes?”
you kiss her again, slower and firmer this time. “i want you in bed. now.”
she legs out a quiet chuckle, forehead leaning on yours. “god, fine— you win.”
she finally rests the guitar onto the couch with a sigh with a longing look, though her hands never leave your body, pulling you closer if anything.
“you’re distracting,” she whispers with a yawn.
“well sorry, but the song could always wait— you know i hate falling asleep without you.”
you feel her smile against your neck at that, and then finally, she lets you pull her up to her feet, still clinging onto you the whole way to bed. ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤
GF NATALIE SCATORCCIO AFTER A FIGHT ♡ it’s nearly 2:00am when you hear sharp taps at your bedroom window, your first response is to assume it’s the patter of the rain hitting the glass due to the rainstorm going on, but then you hear it again—three solid knocks, and you know it couldn’t possibly be the rain.
you cautiously pull the curtain aside, and there natalie is, standing on the ledge of your wet roof.
her hair’s sticking to the sides of her face, a mess from the harsh wind, and her leather jacket is half zipped as if she threw it on in the dark and it’s practically soaked, the rain clearly did a number on her, and in one hand she’s holding a slightly crushed and withered bouquet of flowers, and in the other hand is a small teddy bear (and the creepiest teddy bear you’ve seen) that looks like it was cursed.
you push the window open in a hurry, staring at her with a bewildered expression. “natalie… are you fucking serious right now?”
“before you say anything—” she says instantly, climbing inside clumsily, almost losing her balance. “i know i was being an asshole earlier. like… a really big one.”
you cross your arms in a protective stance, leaning against your desk. “you yelled at me, natalie.”
“i know,” she replies immediately, the confidence leaving her voice with a frown. she holds the flowers, gesturing them towards you nervously. “that’s why i got you these. i didn’t know what else to do.”
you glance down at them. “…those look like gas station flowers.”
“well… they are,” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck, and then she gently presses the ugly teddy bear into your hands too. “the gas station was the only thing open, and the bear was an impulse purchase.” you look back up at her, holding back a grin, you couldn’t forgive her just yet.
natalie’s scanning your face carefully, as if she’s trying to figure out whether you’re still upset or not. “you stopped answering my calls,” she whispers softly. “i thought you were really done with me this time.”
your expression softens, heart aching at her defeated expression. “maybe don’t be mean to your girlfriend next time.”
“yeah,” she agrees with a nod. “that’s fair, i deserve the silent treatment.” there’s a silent pause hanging between you two before she tentatively steps closer, her voice nearly a whisper. “can i hug you?” she mutters, “or are we still angry with me?”
you sigh with a pout, but step closer despite yourself, and natalie instantly pulls you into her embrace like she’s been waiting for you all night, her arms wrap around your waist while she presses a soft kiss to your lips. when she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, her nose brushing gently against yours in an affectionate manner.
“i’m really fucking sorry,” she sighs out, sadder this time. “i hate when i upset you.” you glance down at the teddy bear in your arms before meeting her gaze again, finally letting your smile break free.
“you climbed up my roof with flowers and a teddy bear during a storm,” you say in a tone of disbelief. “you’re crazy.”
“yeah,” she mutters, chucking softly at the absurdness of her actions. “but i really love you, and i’d do anything for you, so...”
“you’re lucky i love you too.” you whisper softly as you roll your eyes at her, leaning in to kiss her again, with the horrifying teddy bear still squished between your bodies while natalie smiles against yours lips like she just won the lottery. ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤
YOU’RE LEANING AGAINST THE cold metal of your locker in the hallway, pretending to listen to your teammate, one of the cheerleaders talk about something that happened at some dumb party you couldn’t care less about.
you’re spaced out, watching passerby’s roam the hallway, the noise of everyone talking over each other making your brain static even more, you swear your head was about to explode.
and then you hear a familiar voice dim the noise—you hadn’t even noticed she approached you and your friends.
“shit, do you guys talk about anything other than boys?”
you glance up to met her gaze immediately.
natalie scatorccio is standing a few feet away from you the hallway, leaning against a locker across from you with some of the other girls on the soccer team, her hands are curled in the pockets of her leather jacket as her bleached blonde hair falls in the most perfect yet messy way it always does around her face. —READ MORE!
she’s already looking at you with that same smirk she always has on when the two of you inevitably get into some petty argument.
your friends grimace at her approach immediately.
“oh yay,” one of them enthusiastically speaks with a sarcastic smile. “your best friend.” she says nudging you.
you roll your eyes dramatically with a scoff. “oh my god, i’d rather eat shit.”
natalie snorts in rebuttal, “wow princess,” she responds jokingly, “you could say all the shit you want, but i know you’re obsessed with me.”
“obsessed?” you cackle with a grin, pushing your body off the metal. “trust me, scatorccio, i’m not obsessed with you, i have better taste than that.”
you hear a few entertained laughs from the girls surrounding you both, and you find yourself holding a smile back yourself.
the corners of natalie’s mouth lifts just slightly, displaying her amusement.
“sure,” is all she says as she walks away into the halls.
the lunch bell rings just a minute later, sending a crowd of students roaming in the halls towards their classes, your friends walking ahead of you, still mumbling about the soccer team under their breath.
you fall a few steps behind them as you look for your earbuds in your bag, and as you pass a classroom near the corner of the hall, a hand grabs your wrist.
you have no time to react before you’re suddenly pulled inside, the classroom door shutting behind you with a quiet click, and your heartbeat instantly calms when you notice the familiar blonde.
“nat—”
you don’t even get the rest of her name out before she starts kissing you.
it’s not rushed like it usually is when you and her somehow manage to find somewhere deserted in school, she kisses you like it’s all she’s been wanting to do for a long time.
your hands instinctively grab the front of her jacket, tugging her body closer to yours as you as your lips chase hers back.
when you finally pull away from her mouth, slightly breathless at the pace, she’s still leaning in for more.
“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you mumble as you swat at her chest gently.
natalie grins as she softly leaves a peck at your cheek.
“yeah,” she replies. “but i wanted to see you, babe, could you blame me?.”
you scoff lightly although a soft smile reveals itself on your face. “that was seriously risky, nat—during block change? someone could’ve seen, and then we wouldn’t be the ‘rivals’ anymore.”
“that’s kind of the point, i don’t wanna be rivals anymore, i wanna kiss you in the hallways in front of everyone, especially in front of that bitch friend of yours, always giving me that fucking look.”
you giggle at her response as glance at the classroom door nervously. “nat, someone might walk in.”
“no one will.” she reassures.
“you don’t know that.”
she just shrugs with a smirk, leaning herself on a desk and looking at you with that familiar teasing look.
“also,” she continues. “you can’t be mad at me for this, you started this.”
“uh—i did not.”
“you said you’d rather eat shit than be my best friend.”
“i stand by my words.” you say teasingly with a pleased expression, which she raises an eyebrow to in response.
“besides, you’re the one who just dragged me into an empty classroom when the halls are the most active.”
natalie smiles at that.
“yeah,” she replies. “but i don’t regret it, i got what i wanted in the end, didn’t i?”
you try not to smile, but you find yourself already failing.
nat’s expression softens, the teasing look melting into a look of adoration she can’t ignore.
“come here,” she whispers.
you step closer again without even thinking about the risks you were so worried about a few seconds ago.
natalie’s hand brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in once again and kissing you, slower and more meaningful this time.
the hallway noise gets quieter through the door, reminding you that you’re both technically supposed to be in class by now because of the hallways emptying.
but for a moment, neither of you move, neither of you want to..
when nat finally finds the strength to pull away, her forehead rests against yours in an affectionate manner.
“you know i hate you right?” you whisper, an underlying teasing tone under your breath.
natalie smirks, whispering “good,” softly.
she presses one last kiss to your lips before nudging you towards the classroom door, pushing it open.
“now go,” she whispers. “before someone realizes the best players of the cheerleading team and the soccer team’s disappeared at the same time.”
you roll your eyes, but you press a chaste kiss to her cheek as you rush out the door, and anyone who had walked past you could see the love dazed look on your face and can probably guess what had just taken place one try, but you make no effort to conceal your smile as you leave.
✧ 𝑓. this is kinda ahh but who gaf #draft💔🥲 guys i’m just yearning to get this semester done with and move into student housing bc holy shit the amount of family beef that goes on in my house is INSANE. punjabi mothers r not for the weak lmfao 🤣
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YOUR HOUSE IS ALWAYS AS DEAD as a cemetery when midnight approaches, so silent, and it’s definitely not in a peaceful way either.
it’s the kind where you’re left alone with your pacing thoughts, where you don’t even dare to call your girlfriend on the phone because you know just how thin the walls are and exactly how easily your parents could find out and send you to some conversion camp.
your lamp dimly lights up the room, the warm lighting cascading onto your desk, your perfect clothes, the framed certificates you’ve earned from church that your mom insists on displaying onto your walls like proof of how ‘good’ you are.
you’re sitting on your bed, leaning your back against the headboard as a book laid open in your lap, you haven’t bothered turning a page in ten minutes, due to your continuous cautious glancing at the window.
it’s stupid to be checking every thirty seconds, you know that of course, but as you were just about to convince yourself to turn of the lamp and finally go to sleep, you hear a soft thump.
you lift your head immediately, heart thumping in your chest instantly as you see her hand clenching the frame. —READ MORE!
you don’t even catch the fact that you’re smiling so brightly until natalie pulls herself over the window sill, landing inside your room smoothly as if it’s muscle memory at this point.
which, it probably is.
she pauses after climbing in, breath slowing after the intense cardio she had just seemed to finish, eyes landing on you with a glint of relief.
there’s always something about the way natalie looks at you every time she successfully sneaks into your room, as if she just snuck into some highly guarded prison.
“hi,” she whispers.
you shake your head, holding back a smile as you try to look unimpressed with her insane sneaking in skills even though your chest is warming even more in your chest.
“you’re late.”
natalie simply shrugs with an exasperated expression, closing the window quietly behind her.
“your porch light was on for forty minutes while i was parked outside. i thought your mom was still up.”
“god, seems like she always is,” you mutter under your breath. “at this rate we’re gonna get caught one day.”
natalie let’s out a quiet chuckle, inching closer.
“yeah? then i’ll just tell her i came over to study.”
you raise an eyebrow at her words, holding back a scoff yourself.
“you? studying? really?”
“hey,” she says, feigning an offended tone. “i could be studying material, can’t i?.”
“yeah well, you’re wearing a leather jacket, and in my mom’s eyes, that’s like—being sent to hell energy.”
“okay, you have a point.”
you try to keep your serious face, but it slips from your face immediately. a smile reveals itself onto her face now too as she comes even closer, your noses nearly touching now, and then her hand brushes lightly along your arm like she’s memorizing the feel of you.
“you’ve been staring at the window since i told you i was coming on the phone, haven’t you?” she whispers.
your face warms as you quickly scrabble out, “no i have not.”
she lets out a sound, she clearly doesn’t believe you. “don’t lie to me, you have.”
you don’t get the chance to refuse again, because she immediately breaks the gap and kisses you.
your hand comes grips the front natalie’s jacket instinctively as you kiss her back with an equal amount of force, she steps closer without breaking the kiss, one hand sliding to your waist as the other brushes over the thin fabric of your nightgown.
“you talk too much,” she mumbles against your lips.
“you sneak into my house in the middle of the night,” you whisper back with a smile. “i think i’m allowed.”
she grins, and kisses you again, this time with a softness, and you fall back onto your bed as you tug natalie down with you.
she goes with no fight, bracing the impact with a hand beside your head as she climbs over you, her knees pressing into the mattress between yours, the fabric of your gown riding up under her touch.
the book you were previously ‘reading’ slides off your bed and hits the floor with a thud, neither of you care enough to break the kiss.
“missed you so much,” natalie whines under her breath, talking absentminded as she brushes her fingers along the side of your body, now slipping just beneath the your nightgown to rest against your bare skin.
“you saw me a few hours ago,” you say, wanting to tease her, but it comes out more tenderly than you intended it to.
“yeah,” she agrees, leaning down to kiss you again, “still fucking missed you.”
she kisses you slower now, with affection and care dripping into the action.
your fingers make their way into her hair, tugging on the strands gently, and she exhales a breath against your mouth in a way that makes butterflies release in your stomach.
this moment is so fragile and warm and special the way all of your memories with natalie are, and you just wish it wasn’t limited to your room.
and as you two are getting more and more lost in each other, suddenly there’s a knock.
you and natalie natalie freeze instantly, her hand tightening at your waist.
“sweetheart?” your mom’s voice comes from the opposite side of the door with a sleepy rasp. “your light’s still on.”
at this point your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that you feel like you’re about to throw up.
natalie hides her face in the softness of your neck, as if that will somehow hide her. you swallow the lump in your throat.
“uh…yeah!” you answer quickly, trying to sound as calm as possible although you sound more breathless if anything. you clear your throat. “i’m just uh—reading.”
“reading what?” your mom asks in a suspicious tone.
you glance frantically at your desk, your nightstand, anything—until your eyes land on the book on the floor.
“the bible!” you blurt out.
natalie presses her face harder into your warmth, attempting to stay silent but laughing still.
“okay,” your mom says after a moment of silence that feels like minutes. “don’t stay up too late.”
“i won’t!”
and with that, her footsteps fade down the hallway, until she finally reaches her room, and the door closes.
you don’t move. natalie doesn’t either.
you both wait until the house is dead again—until the quiet swallows the home like it did before. that was way too close.
after a few minutes, natalie lifts her head.
her face is inches away from yours, her cheeks red and her expression giving away the suppressed laughter.
“the bible?” she whispers with a cackle.
you shove her lightly with a frown, worry still wretched onto your face.
“shut up.”
“you don’t even read your bible.”
“i panicked, okay?”
she bites her lip, still smiling widely as her forehead rests against yours.
“you’re stupid.”
“you’re the one who spontaneously planned this visit tonight!”
“yeah,” she says, softer. “because i wanted to see you.” the teasing fades as the two of you gaze into each others eyes. the reality your situation lingers, and you glance at the door.
“if she knew,” you start, then stop yourself at the vulnerability and fear in your tone.
natalie’s expression dims.
“i know,” she says with a sadness in her tone.
but before the night could be absolutely ruined, natalie presses a soft kiss to your cheek, and then another one to your jaw, and a chaste one to your lips.
“i’m still here, aren’t i?” she whispers.
your hand intertwines with hers, squeezing onto each other tightly.
“yeah.”
she smiles softly, brushing her thumb over your knuckles as she brings it to her lips.
“then stop thinking about it so much.”
you force out a sad laugh.
“easy for you to say.”
“not really,” she admits, and with your questioning gaze, she continues, “i would do anything to go out on a normal date with you, to kiss you in public, to marry—“ she cuts herself off, and you finally look at her.
but she just shakes her head and leans in again, kissing you even softer, slower, and with purpose, a purpose to make all the things she said come true one day.
your hand slides back into her hair, and you two get lost in each other once again, the worries fading into the background.
you’re still isolated in the four walls of your bedroom, and it’s still a fragile secret you two will need to hide for now, but you know that someday, it will all be worth it.
✧ 𝑓. me when i unintentionally trauma dump… for all the baddies who have homophobic moms I FEEL U 😢💗 anyways i’m starting to get writers block PLEASE send in some requests bc i deadahh don’t know what to write anymore!!! ALSO THANK U SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS. it means the world 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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