> tate langdon (american horror story murder house)
> i only write fem!reader
> my fics are usually read as hyperfem!reader
> nsfw is welcome as well
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> my name is lux.
> she/her. femme bisexual.
> lana del rey stan.
> a whore for music nโ movies.
> mbti is isfj
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> music artists : lana del rey. conan gray. the doors. dominic fike. remy bond. taylor swift. laufey. elvis presley. chappell roan. amy winehouse. the beatles. olivia rodrigo. hole. florence + the machine. marina. lorde. suki waterhouse. maisie peters. fiona apple. jimi hendrix. mazzy star. ethel cain. wolf alice. remi wolf. daisy jones & the six. the runaways.
> movies : almost famous (2000). dazed and confused (1993). the virgin suicides (1999). priscilla (2023).
> tv shows : yellowjackets. euphoria. daisy jones & the six. derry girls. stranger things. twin peaks. the l word. squid game. gossip girl. the queenโs gambit. american horror story. scream queens. the white lotus.
warnings : possessiveness, slight angst, mentions of death (obviously), mental health
a/n : iโm back from the dead at least for a little bit !!
- you meet Tate when you move into the Murder House with your family. heโs shy at first but hauntingly curious about you โ he watches you quietly before introducing himself
- he has a magnetic intensity. thereโs something about his dad eyes and the way he talks like heโs not fully part of this world that pulls you in, even if you canโt explain why
- Tate is charming in a quiet, emotionally raw way โ heโs all about late night confessions and making you feel like youโre the first person whoโs ever truly seen him
- he falls obsessively in love quickly. you become his anchor, the person he believes can save him from his darkness โ a pattern thatโs both romantic and dangerous
- Tate is extremely protective of you, to the point of being possessive. anyone who disrespects or threatens you? they mysteriously disappear or suffer an โaccidentโ
- he treats you like youโre something holy in a world full of monsters, even though he knows deep down he might be the worst of them
- jealousy flares easily in him, not just out of insecurity, but fear โ fear of being alone again, of losing you like he lost everything else
- he genuinely believes he can be better for you โ and for short bursts, he is. he holds you tight, sings to you, comforts you during panic attacks, and shares parts of himself heโs hidden even from himself.
- even if you donโt know everything about his past at first, you sense it โ a weight behind his eyes, the way his mood can suddenly shift
- there are moments he spirals. when the guilt hits him โ about what he did at the high school, to the people in the house โ he becomes self destructive and withdrawn. you may catch him crying alone or punishing himself emotionally
- sometimes you feel afraid โ not of him, but of the intensity of his love. you wonder where the line is between devotion and obsession
- when fights happen, they can be explosive โ not violent, but emotionally raw. he may beg you not to leave, drop to his knees, swear heโd rather vanish into nothingness than be without you
- Tate loves spending hours with you just listening to music โ Nirvana, The Cure, Radiohead. heโll quote lyrics and ask if you โfeel that tooโ
- he draws you constantly. youโll find sketches tucked into your books, hidden in drawers โ some angelic, some disturbingly abstract
- he sneaks into your room to lay beside you while you sleep, whispering things like, โyou make me feel human againโ
- ghost or not, he tries to do mundane things to make you happy, like cooking for you, or watching old VHS tapes with you for date nights
- his idea of fun dates: stargazing through the broken skylight, wandering through forgotten rooms telling you their tragic histories, or holding seances just to feel close to the living world again
- you eventually learn that Tate is dead, and the truth shakes you. how you react changes the course of the relationship โ but either way, he begs you not to hate him
- he canโt leave the house โ meaning youโd either have to live there forever to be with him or die there. if you die there, heโd feel torn between joy and guilt โ because now youโre trapped too
- other spirits in the house donโt like your relationship. some warn you, some try to hurt you, and some mock Tate for thinking he deserves love after what heโs done
- he has moments of lucidity, where he tries to push you away โfor your own goodโ telling you youโre better off with someone alive, someone whole โ but he canโt stay away
- being with Tate means facing trauma, both his and yours. he understands depression intimately and will sit with you in silence when you canโt speak, hold you like heโs holding his own broken pieces together
- he encourages you to express your emotions, even the dark ones. โyou donโt have to be perfect. just be real.โ heโd say
- but thereโs always the fear that loving him might drag you down โ into the past, into guilt, into a haunted existence that mirrors his own
- you slowly help him seek redemption โ pushing him to acknowledge his crimes, confront the other spirits, and try to make amends. some ghosts accept, some rage
- he becomes gentler, more patient, even if the darkness never leaves. your love softens his edges, but he never stops carrying the weight of his past
- you carve out a life inside the house โ strange, ghostly, timeless. you spend your days reading old books, playing records, holding each other like the world outside doesnโt exist
- he never stops thanking you. โyou saved meโ heโll whisper, โeven if i didnโt deserve saving.โ
๐he late afternoon sun dropped through the gaps in the bleachers, painting dappled patterns across your dress. Natalieโs lips were soft against yours, a stark contrast to the fierce glint that usually resides in her eyes.
her hands, rough and calloused, were threaded in your hair, pulling you closer. your back was pressed against the cool, concrete foundation of the bleachers, but the chill didnโt register. all you felt was the heat radiating off Natalie, the frantic flutter in your chest, the dizzying scent of sweat, cheap shampoo, and something uniquely her that always left you breathless.
the initial innocent kisses had escalated quickly. a soft moan escaped your lips as her hand slipped beneath your dress, her fingertips tracing the curve of your hips. you knew better than to push her too far, too fast, but the way she was kissing you, the way she was trembling slightly against you, felt different. more unguarded.
โNat,โ you breathes against her mouth.
she pulled back slightly, her breath ragged. โyeah?โ
โsomeone might see us.โ
a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of Natโs lips. โnah. everyoneโs busy warming up. besides, whoโd expect you to be doing this under the bleachers?โ
you playfully shoved her shoulder. โshut up.โ
her grin widened, and she leaned back in, hungrier this time. her tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you parted them willingly, the world outside dissolving into a haze of sensation. the rough concrete bit into your spine, but you didnโt care.
the sound of cleats crunching on gravel broke the spell. your heart leaped into your throat.
โNat? Nat, coach is gonna kill us! where are you?โ
it was Lottie, her voice echoing with a mixture of impatience and concern. Natalie swore under her breath, pulling away with a visible reluctance.
โshit,โ Nat muttered, running a hand through her hair. โgotta go.โ
Nat gave you one last lingering kiss, a quick, hard press of lips against yours. โsave me a seat, okay?โ
you nodded, still breathless, watching as Nat emerged from the shadows beneath the bleachers. Lottie spotted her and her face softened, a faint smile playing on her lips.
โtook you long enough,โ Lottie said, bumping Natalieโs shoulder playfully. โCoach is about to lose it.โ
Nat just shrugged, that familiar, cool detachment settling back onto her features like a mask. you watched them walk towards the field, a strange mix of relief and longing swirling inside you.
as Natalie jogged onto the field, she glanced back at you, a fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker of a smile. you returned it, your heart skipping a beat.
โณ pairing : natalie scatorccio x feminine!fem!reader
fluff
warnings : alcohol, smoking, reader is a cheerleader, mentions of bad home life
a/n : iโm such a sucker for the opposites attract trope ๐ญ
- Nat has a tough exterior, but a big heart.
-Nat appears as cynical and hardened, but you know thereโs a well of loyalty and vulnerability underneath. it takes a lot of patience (and maybe a few beers) to crack the surface
- she bristles at being told what to do or how to feel. gift her a beautifully planned, romantic day? sheโs suspicious. take her to a shitty bar late at night? sheโs putty in your hands
- Nat notices everything, even when she seems completely checked out. she remembers small details youโve mentioned in passing and brings them up weeks later
- sheโs fiercely loyal to those she cares about. if anyone even looks at you wrong, Natโs ready to fight someone
- everyone, especially your friends, was surprised when you started dating Nat. youโre so different, it shouldnโt work but it does
- dinner reservations? your domain. impromptu road trip to a questionable music festival? thatโs Natโs idea. compromise is key
- you help ground Nat and bring some stability to her chaotic world. she pushes you outside of your comfort zone and shows you a different side of life
- letโs just say Nat isnโt the best at expressing her feelings. youโve learned to read between the lines, but sometimes itโs exhausting
- she is a softie when it comes to you, she would never admit it, but she would do anything for you
- you met Nat at a party you were throwing. she looked completely out of place, like a stray cat at a dog show
- you were drawn to her immediately. everyone else was bubbly and full of energy, and she was the exact opposite. thatโs what drew you in. plus, that little smirk she wore was incredibly intriguing
- you offered her a drink, a beer you stole from your older siblingโs stash. she raised an eyebrow, took it, and downed half of it in one go. you were hooked
- youโre all about pastel colors, perfect nails, perfect makeup and hair, and cheerleading practice. Nat wears ripped jeans, leather jackets, and spent her afternoons skipping class to hang out behind the school smoking cigarettes
- your friends did not understand. โwhy her?โ theyโd ask, with a mix of genuine curiosity and thinly veiled judgment. you just shrugged. you couldnโt explain it
- you were one of the few people who saw past Natโs tough exterior. you knew sheโs incredibly intelligent, fiercely loyal, and surprisingly sensitive
- you learn that her sarcasm was often a defense mechanism, a way to keep people at armโs length. you worked to earn her trust, brick by brick
- it wasnโt always easy. there were walls, secrets, and unpredictable mood swings. but the glimpse of vulnerability you caught made it all worthwhile
- small gestures were huge with Nat. she wasnโt big on grand romantic declarations, but she leaves you mixtapes with your favorite songs on it, or silently hold your hand when youโre feeling down
- she probably writes you poetry, but itโs all hidden in a dusty old notebook
- like i said, sheโs soo protective. guys who try to flirt with you suddenly found themselves on the receiving end of Natโs icy glare and a string of creatively crafted insults
- she gets you your favorite flowers
- public displays of affection are rare, but when they happened, they were electric. a stolen kiss in a crowded hallway of your school, her hand grazing your back as you walked by
- you know about Natโs turbulent home lifeโthe absent parents, the general instability. you know she had to be so independent because she has no one else
- youโre a safe place for her. a place where she doesnโt have to be tough, where she can let her guard down, even just for a little bit. your parents occasionally take her in for the night, offering her a hot meal and a warm bed
- you know you canโt fix her problems. but you can be there for her, to listen, to support her, and to remind her that she isnโt alone
- Nat secretly loves watching you practice for cheer. she tells you to pick a sport that was less girly. you think it was funny that she was acting annoyed
- you know sheโs good at soccer, amazing even. sheโs quiet about it, but she has that look of determination and a competitive drive she tries to hide
- you go to every one of her games, cheering her on from the sidelines. omg wearing her jerseyโฆโฆโฆ.
- she pretended to be annoyed when she first saw you wearing her jersey, but you caught her smiling
๐he fluorescent lights of your high school hummed above you, a relentless, buzzing soundtrack to another mind-numbing lesson in math. you doodles things in the pages of your notebook, trying to tune out your teacherโs voice. you were barely even pretending to pay attention.
a folded note landed softly on your desk, a tiny, expertly-aimed paper airplane. you glanced up, catching Natalieโs eye across the room. she offered a smirk, mischievous and utterly captivating. your heart did a little flip.
you unfolded the note. bored. wanna bail?
the nerve of her. the thrill of it. you bit your lip, glancing at your teacher, who was thankfully absorbed in a complex equation. they were probably too busy trying to figure out the equation to notice if all the students tried to make a run for it.
you scribbled back, where would we even go?
another paper airplane, landing with the same silent grace. doesnโt matter. anywhere but here. meet me by the bike rack in 5.
your stomach did another flip. this was Natalie Scatorccio. rebellious and reckless. beautiful in a way that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. and she wanted you to skip class with her. you were usually the one who at least tried to toe the line. you chewed on the end of your pencil, the wood splintering slightly.
this was insane.
this was exactly what you wanted.
you scribbled a quick okay and gave it back to Nat. the next five minutes stretched into an eternity. you meticulously packed your bag, slow and deliberate, trying to look casual even though your hands were shaking. the bell finally rang, a glorious sound that signaled freedomโor at least, a different kind of captivity in the hallways.
you spotted her leaning against the bike rack, cigarette clamped between her lips, the smoke curling around her face like a defiant halo. she was wearing her usual shoes, ripped jeans, a faded band t-shirt, and her black leather jacket. she looked impossibly cool.
โtook you long enough.โ Nat said, the cigarette bobbing slightly as she spoke.
you flushed, feeling the familiar, nervous heat creep up your neck. โsorry. didnโt want to look obvious.โ
she raised an eyebrow. โtoo late,โ she flicked the cigarette butt onto the asphalt and ground it out with her boot. โso, where to?โ
you shrugged. โi donโt know. the woods?โ
her lips curled into a genuine smile, the kind that made your breath catch in your throat. โperfect. i know a place.โ
and with that, Natalie grabbed your hand and started walking, pulling you along with her. your hand tingled where hers grasped it, rough and calloused but warm and secure. you glanced back at the school, its brick facade receding in the distance. a small wave of guilt washed over you, but it was quickly swept away by the potent cocktail of adrenaline and Natalieโs intoxicating presence.
the woods swallowed you whole, the scent of pine needles and damp earth filling your lungs. Nat led the way, navigating the tangled undergrowth with an easy confidence. you stumbled a little, tripping over roots and fallen branches, but she always stopped, patiently waiting for you to catch up.
finally, she stopped in a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. a stream trickled nearby, the sound like a whispered secret.
โthis is it.โ she said, her voice softer here, in the quiet of the woods.
you looked around, taking it all in. it was beautiful, peaceful, a world away from the sterile hallways of your high school.
โitโs so pretty.โ you breathed.
Nat sat down on a fallen log, pulling you down beside her. she took a beat up old lighter out of her pocket and lit another cigarette. after a drag, she offered it to you.
you shook your head, your throat tightening. youโd never smoked before.
โyou sure?โ she asked, her eyes searching yours.
you hesitated before giving in. you wanted to be brave like Nat, reckless like her. you wanted to prove you were worth being here, in her secret place, with her.
you took the cigarette, and let her guide your hand.
you took a drag, coughing almost immediately. the smoke burned your throat, making your eyes water.
Natalie laughed, the sound sending shivers down your spine. โeasy there, princess.โ
you coughed again, handing the cigarette back to her. you both sat there, legs dangling over the edge of the log.
Nat took another drag, then blew a perfect smoke ring that drifted lazily upwards before dissipating into the air. โso,โ she said, turning to you. โwhyโd you say yes?โ
you felt your face get warm again. โcause i wanted to be with you.โ the words tumbled out, awkward and honest.
she smiled. โgood answer.โ she reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing against your cheek. your heart hammered against your ribs.
โyou know,โ Nat said, her voice dropping to a whisper. โthis is our secret place now.โ
you nodded with a soft smile, unable to speak, your gaze locked on hers.
the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Natalie, alone in the secret sanctuary of the woods. the hum of your high school was long gone, replaced by the gentle murmur of the stream and the quiet promise of something wild and unknown.
a/n : thinking about going to prom with nat :(( <3
๐he corsage felt like a foreign object on your wrist, a delicate cluster of babyโs breath and pale pink roses. you smoothed down the silk of your dress, a light pink color that pooled at your ankles, and you took one last look in the mirror. perfect. you had spent weeks agonizing over every detail, from the exact shade of your lipstick to the way your hair cascaded down your back in soft waves.
prom. it was everything youโd ever dreamed of. expect, maybe you hadnโt dreamed of going with Natalie Scatorccio.
not that you didnโt adore Nat. you did, of course. intensely. she just wasnโtโฆ prom. she was cigarettes and cheap liquor. she was the ghost of mischief that lingered in every hallway, a dare bubbling just beneath the surface of her eyes.
you heard the rumble of her beat-up car pull into the driveway, the engine coughing like a chain smoker. a nervous flutter erupted in your chest. you grabbed your clutch purse, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
Nat was leaning against the hood of her car, a cigarette dangling from her lips, a smirk playing on her face. even though you knew her taste for things like that were probably unhealthy, she looked so alluring, so rebellious in that moment. she was wearing a thrift store suit that was slightly too big for her, the tie askew, but somehow she managed to make it look effortlessly cool.
โyou look amazing.โ she said, stubbing out her cigarette under her boot. the compliment, so simple and genuine, made your cheeks flush.
โyou donโt look so bad yourself.โ
she opened the passenger door for you with a flourish, and you slid into the worn leather seat, the scent of stale smoke and cheap cologne filling your nostrils. not exactly the romantic ambiance youโd envisioned.
โready?โ she asked, a glint in her eyes.
the prom was exactly as you expected. garish decorations, too-loud music, and a sea of familiar faces trying too hard to look like they were having the time of their lives. you danced a few slow songs with Nat, her awkward movements somehow endearing, but the whole thing feltโฆ stilted. fake.
you were on your third glass of punch, the sugary sweetness doing little to quell the rising tide of boredom, when you felt Natโs hand slip into yours.
โwanna get outta here?โ she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.
the question hung in the air, a silent invitation to abandon the carefully constructed faรงade of prom night and embrace the thrill of something real. you looked into her eyes, saw the promise of adventure, and knew there was only one answer.
โdefinitely.โ
she didnโt waste any time. within minutes, you were back in her car, the prom receding in the rearview mirror like a forgotten dream.
โwhere are we going?โ you asked, as she navigated the familiar backroads.
โsomewhere we can breathe.โ she replied, her voice laced with a mischievous grin.
she drove further and further out of town, the landscape growing increasingly rural. finally, she pulled off onto a dirt road that led into a dense pine forest. the air was thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth.
โcโmon,โ Natalie said, grabbing a backpack from the back seat. โi know a spot.โ
you followed her through the trees, the silk of your dress snagging on branches, your carefully styled hair becoming increasingly disheveled. you didnโt care. the weight of expectation had lifted, replaced by a sense of exhilaration.
you emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Nat spread a blanket on the ground and pulled out a small bag of weed. she sat down on the blanket and you sat down beside her.
โdonโt tell me youโve never done this before.โ she said, raising an eyebrow.
you hasnโt. not with her, or really anyone. your crowd wasnโt the drug crowd. โi havenโt.โ
she grinned. โthen youโre in for a treat.โ
you watched as she expertly rolled a joint and lit it, the flame of the lighter illuminating her face in the darkness. she took a long drag, held it in, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that dissipated into the night air.
โyour turn.โ Natalie said, handing you the joint.
you hesitated for a moment, then took a hit. the smoke burned your throat, and you coughed. Nat laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.
โeasy there.โ she said, guiding your hand.
after a few more tries, you got the hang of it. the world around you began to soften, the edges blurring, the sounds of the forest amplified. you laughed at something Nat said, a giddy, unrestrained laugh that surprised even you.
you lay back on the blanket, staring up at the stars, the universe unfolding before you. Nat was beside you, her hand intertwined with yours.
โthis is so much better than prom.โ you murmured, your voice slightly slurred.
โi told you,โ she said, squeezing your hand. โwe make our own magic, doll.โ
surrounded by the darkness and the intoxicating haze of marijuana, you believed her. this wasnโt the prom you had dreamed of, but it was real. it was messy. it was you. and it was perfect.
the next morning, you woke up in your own bed, the faint smell of smoke clinging to your clothes, the corsage crushed on your nightstand. the memory of the night before was hazy, fragmented, but the feeling remained: a sense of freedom, of rebellion, of being truly seen by someone who didnโt care about your dress or perfect hair, but about the wild, untamed spirit that burned within you.
warnings : smut, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dom!nat sub!reader, degradation, spit
a/n : i need her itโs not funny anymore
- biggest fan of radiohead and hole
- she hates seeing you hurt and would try and solve problems, even if she made them worse sometimes
- it takes her a bit to open up to you, but once she does, she trusts you with everything and anything
- so sooo protective of you, sheโs like your personal bodyguard
- loves to skip school with you and take you out somewhere instead
- making out behind the bleachers before her soccer game !! she says itโs her โgood luck charmโ
- Nat will sneak through your window late at night because she wanted to see you
- loves casual dominance, like lifting your chin up to look up at her or opening doors for you
- absolutely loves seeing you in her clothes
- loves going on for late night drives on the weekend, no destination in mind. windows down, blaring whatever rock band she was obsessed with that week
- you end up at abandoned drive-ins, desolate beaches, places that feel like the edge of the world
- she teaches you how to hotwire cars, not because you need to, but because it was fun
- sneaking into movie theaters for free
- Nat doesnโt do small talk. she cuts through the bullshit with a rusty blade. if she thinks your new haircut was awful, she tells you. brutally, but honestly. and somehow, you appreciate it
- when she cares, she cares. late nights spent passionately making out behind the bleachers. long drawn out touches in the hallways at school. she always finds ways to make you gasp for more
- Nat is fiercely loyal. if someone messes with you, they mess with her. she defends you to the death, even if youโre wrong
- onto some complicated things, Nat has a dark side, a self-destructive streak that worries you. the drinking, the drugs, the reckless behaviorโitโs all a way to escape something, but you arenโt sure what. you try to talk to her, to help her, but she just pushes you away
- sheโs possessive, and sometimes, it borders on jealousy
- Nat smokes a lot. she tried to hide it from you at first, but she failed miserably
- she has a surprisingly soft spot for animals, especially stray dogs
- sheโs terrible at expressing her feelings verbally, but shows them through actions and small gestures (sheโs just like me fr)
- omg road trips with Nat !! spending hours driving to your destination, fueled by gas station snacks and her endless supply of cigarettes. she loves to drive, loved the feeling of leaving everything behind
- when it comes to movie nights, her taste in movies wasโฆ eclectic. think cult classics, film noir, and anything directed by Quentin Tarantino
- you sit in her dimly lit basement, surrounded by stacks of VHS tapes, her shoulder brushing against yours as you watch some obscure film. those were the quiet moments, when she lets her guard down just a little
- the quiet moments are the most precious. sitting on the hood of Natโs car, watching the city lights blur below late at night, listening to her play guitar (yes she plays guitar)
- Nat has a dark sense of humor. you never know if sheโs being serious or not, which is both thrilling and terrifying
nsfw เฑจเง (sorry these are so short, iโm much better at writing fluff ๐ญ)
- iโm a strong believer sheโs a top / dom !!
- loves eating you out, like could live between your thighs for the rest of her life
- such. a. tease.
- โshh, be quiet. you donโt want anyone to hear how much of a slut youโre being fโme.โ ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ
- lowkey really mean but itโs ok cuz itโs Nat
- loves fucking you in front of a mirror
- loves to tease you in public and seeing you get all worked up
- her moves are deliberate and possessive
- Natโs rough, but never intentionally hurtful
- obsessed with seeing how her words affect you
- spitting in your mouth omg ?? ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ
- when it comes to aftercare, itโs mostly just a shared cigarette. jkjk (kinda)
- she makes sure youโre okay and will literally get you anything you want
๐he low, thumping bass vibrates through the floor of the car, a physical manifestation of the nervous energy swirling in your stomach. you glanced over at Natalie, her jaw set, eyes fixed on the road ahead. even in the dim streetlight washing over her face, you could see the stubborn glint in her eyes, the one that said โdonโt even try.โ
โrelax,โ you said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. โitโs just a party.โ
Nat scoffed, a harsh, humorless sound. โyeah, a party thrown by Lottie Matthews.โ
you playfully rolled your eyes. everyone was going to the party, or at least saying they were. social currency in suburbia was a fickle thing, and being seen at Lottieโs event was apparently worth its weight in tequila shots.
you knew why Natalie was tense. the dynamic between her and Lottie was complicated, fraught with unspoken words. knowing Natalie, sheโd probably rather wrestle a bear cub than make small talk with Lottie in her opulent mansion.
โwe can leave anytime,โ you reassured her, squeezing her hand again. โif it gets too much, weโre out. deal?โ
she finally met your gaze, the hard edge softening slightly. โdeal.โ
the Matthewsโ house was, as expected, an ostentatious display of wealth. a fountain gurgled in the manicured front yard, bathed in colored spotlights. the driveway overflowed with studentโs cars. you could already feel the subtle pressure to conform, to be polished and poised.
Natalie squeezed your hand tight, her knuckles white. โdeep breaths.โ you murmured, offering a small smile.
the music inside was deafening, a mix of pop hits and alternative. the house pulsed with bodies, a swirling vortex of clothes and laughter. you spotted a few familiar faces from school.
โugh,โ Natalie muttered, pulling you towards the relative quiet of the hallway. โi need a drink.โ
you navigated through the crowd, eventually finding a makeshift bar in the dining room. Natalie poured herself a whiskey.
after a few minutes, Natalie seemed to loosen up, the whiskey doing its work. you found yourself tucked away in a dimly lit alcove, the noise of the party a distant hum. the air hung thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken desires.
you traced the line of Natalieโs jaw with your fingertip. โbetter?โ
she leaned in, her eyes dark and intense. โmuch.โ
the feeling of her lips on yours was electric, a jolt that banished the pretentious atmosphere and the lingering anxiety. you deepened the kiss, her hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on Natalieโs tongue filled your senses.
soon, you found yourself in the garden. the cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stifling heat inside. you found yourselves near the pool, the water shimmering under the moonlight.
Natalie pressed you against a tall, sculpted hedge, her kisses more insistent. the fabric of your dress crumpled in her hands. the distant music faded, replaced by the sound of your own ragged breaths and the rustling leaves.
โgod, youโre so fucking pretty.โ she breathed, her touch sending shivers down your spine.
you pulled her closer, needing her, wanting her to forget everything else, just for a little while. the world narrowed to just the two of you, the only reality the heat of her body against yours and the taste of her lips.
suddenly, a voice cut through the haze. โthere you guys are.โ
you pulled away, breathless, to see Lottie standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable in the dim light.
Natalie straightened up, her face a mask of annoyance. โLottie.โ
Lottieโs gaze flickered between you and Natalie, a subtle smile playing on her lips. โi just wanted to say hello.โ
the tension in the air was palpable, a thick, suffocating weight. you knew this was it. the moment Natalie had been dreading. this was the past, the present, and possibly the future all colliding in one uncomfortable, moonlight encounter.
๐he textbooks lay scattered across you like fallen leaves after a particularly brutal October wind. you chew on the end of your pen, your brow furrowed in concentration as you try to decipher the math equations in your textbook. Natalie, sprawled on the floor beside you, isnโt even pretending to study. sheโs fiddling with the lighter, flicking it open and shut with that practiced ease, the tiny spark a brief flash of rebellion in the dim light of the bedroom.
โseriously, Nat,โ you sigh, nudging her leg with your foot. โwe have a test tomorrow. i need to actually learn this stuff.โ
Natalie glances over at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. โrelax, doll. youโre smart, youโll ace it.โ
โthatโs not the point.โ you retort, but you canโt help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips. you low how effortlessly Nat seems to navigate life, how she radiates a confidence you sometimes envy. even surrounded by textbooks and the pressure of impeding exams, she manages to exude a cool, detached energy.
โokay, okay,โ she concedes, setting the lighter down. โhow about we take aโฆ study break?โ she winks, reaching under her bed and pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden box.
your heart gives a little thump. you know exactly whatโs in the box. youโve shared its contents with her many times before, a quiet rebellion against the suffocating expectations of life in New Jersey.
โNat,โ you say, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. โwe really shouldnโt. not tonight. i need to focus.โ
Natalie moves closer, her eyes pinning you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. โjust a little,โ she whispers, her voice low and husky. โjust enough to make mathโฆ interesting.โ
she brings the box closer, the aroma of dried herbs filling the air. the smell is familiar, comforting, and undeniably alluring. you know you should resist. you know you should stick to the plan, study for the test, and try to get a decent nightโs sleep.
but then Natalieโs rolling a joint with practiced fingers, the movements graceful and hypnotic. the lighters flares again, and the room fills with the sweet, hazy smoke. she takes a long drag, holding it in before slowly exhaling, her eyes closing in contentment.
she offers it to you, her lips curving into a knowing smile. โcโmon,โ she murmurs. โdo it for me, yeah?โ
you hesitate for a moment, then reach out and take the joint. the familiar warmth spreads through you with the first inhale, easing the tension in your shoulders, quieting the frantic voice in your head thatโs been screaming about the test.
โokay,โ you say, returning the joint to Natalie. โbut after this, we actually study. deal?โ
Natalie laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. โdeal.โ
the textbooks are quickly forgotten. the air thickens with smoke and the sound of your laughter. you find yourself sprawled on the bed next to Natalie, the math equations suddenly seeming hilariously absurd. youโre giggling about the most random topics that enter your mind.
later, your head is resting on Natalieโs chest, the rhythmic beat of her heart a soothing lullaby. the math textbook is discarded on the floor, replaced by the soft murmur of her voice as she tells you about a ridiculous conspiracy theory she read somewhere. the world outside the small bedroom fades away, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a haze of smoke and shared laughter.
you know this isnโt the most responsible thing to do. you know the test is important. but in this moment, wrapped in the intoxicating warmth of Natalieโs presence, you canโt bring yourself to care. you just want to stay here, lost in her eyes, forgetting, just for a little while, all the pressures and anxieties that lie ahead.
๐he late afternoon sun dripped honey over the bleachers, staining the faces of the parents, siblings, and stray townies a soft gold. you chewed on your thumbnail, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach. it was just a soccer game. a soccer game where your girlfriend, Natalie, was arguably the best player on the field.
you shifted in the bleachers, the hard metal digging into your thighs. you werenโt a big sports person, but you wouldnโt miss this for the world. not when Nat had practically vibrated with excitement all week, boasting about their winning streak and the killer new move Coach Martinez had taught her. youโd even heard a faint glimmer of that old, bright-eyes Natalie peek through her usual cynicismโa spark you desperately wanted to see again.
you spotted her warming up on the sidelines. even from this distance, you recognized the sharp, focused intensity in her eyes. her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, a few strands escaping and framing her face. she moved with a controlled energy, kicking the ball with a force that seemed to vibrate through the air. you caught her eye and offered a small wave. her lips quirked up in a rare, fleeting smile. it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
the whistle blew, and the game began. immediately, the field erupted in a frenzy of movement. you found yourself holding your breath, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of the bench. even without knowing the intricacies of soccer, you could tell Nat was a force to be reckoned with. she moved like a predator, anticipating passes, intercepting the ball with a ferocious grace.
you knew, logically, that she was safe. but the way she threw herself into the game, the sheer recklessness with which she challenged the opposing teamโฆ it twisted a knot of anxiety in your stomach. you knew her history, the dark corners of her past haunted by demons she wrestled with daily. this intensity, this driveโฆ was it a healthy outlet, or a desperate attempt to outrun something else?
a particularly brutal tackle sent Natalie sprawling to the ground. you nearly leaped to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. for a split second, you saw a flicker of pain on her face, but she shook it off, springing back up with a defiant glare. you released a shaky breath.
the game was a blur of yelling, cheering, and the thud of cleats on grass. you found yourself caught up in the energy, chanting along with the other people as Natalie weaves through defenders like a shark through water. then, it happened. Nat received a pass just outside the penalty box. powerful kick and the ball soared into the back of the net.
the crowd went wild. Natalie let out a triumphant yell. a genuine, unadulterated smile lit up her face, washing away the cynicism and the shadows. it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
after the final whistle blew, signaling their victory, you fought your way through the crowd to reach her. she was surrounded by teammates, all slapping her on the back and congratulating her. when she saw you, her smile widened. she disentangled herself from the group and walked towards you, sweat glistening on her forehead.
โhey,โ Nat said, her voice slightly breathless. โyou came.โ
โwouldnโt miss it.โ you replied, your voice a little hoarse.
she reached out and took your hand, her grip strong. โi saw you cheering.โ
โof course i was cheering,โ you said, squeezing her hand back. โyou were amazing, Nat.โ
she ducked her head, a hint of blush creeping up her neck. โthanks.โ
she looked tired, but there was a lightness in her eyes that you hadnโt seen in a long time. you knew that she was far from healed, that the darkness was always lurking just beneath the surface. but in this moment, surrounded by the fading sunlight and the echoes of cheers, she was happy. and that was enough.
โletโs get pizza,โ you said, pulling her towards the parking lot. โmy treat.โ
โpizza?โ Natalie echoed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. โfuck yeah.โ
as you walked hand in hand, away from the field and towards the promise of greasy pizza and quiet conversation, you knew that supporting Natalie wouldnโt always be easy but you wouldnโt have it any other way. because those fleeting moments of light, they were worth fighting for. and you were more than ready to fight alongside her.
๐he air hangs thick and cold, biting at your exposed cheeks. snow crunches under your shoes with every hesitant step. this isnโt a pleasant situation. itโs survival training, courtesy of Natalie.
you watch her, silhouette sharp against the stark white landscape. Nat has transformed. gone is the sarcastic girl you knew back in New Jersey. this is a wilderness wraith, a predator in timberlands. holding a rifle, sheโs a different animal, a creature of the hunt, familiar with the unforgiving rules of this frozen hell.
โalright, princess,โ she says, her voice flat, almost devoid of emotion. itโs a mask she wears, you know, to keep the fear at bay. โtime to stop admiring the scenery and start learning.โ
you swallow, the lump in your throat suddenly enormous. youโve never held a gun in your life, much less fired one. back home, the closest you got to hunting was ordering chicken at the local butcher shop. now, youโre staring down the barrel of a rifle thatโs going to decide whether or not you eat tonight, tomorrow, maybe ever again.
โfirst,โ Nat says, breaking you from your reverie, โsafety. this is not a toy. this is not a game. treat it with respect, or itโll bite you.โ she hands you the rifle, its weight surprisingly substantial in your cold-numbed hands.
you nod, your teeth chattering slightly. itโs not just the cold.
she goes through the basics, mechanics you struggle to retrain. loading, unloading, the safety, the sights. sheโs patient, surprisingly so, correcting your clumsy movements with firm but gentle hands. you can feel the tremor in her fingertips, the same tremor that plagues her at night, when the forest whispers secrets you donโt want to hear.
โokay,โ she says, finally. โnow, letโs talk about hunting. we canโt just go blasting away at anything that moves.โ
Natalie explains, referencing hunts sheโs described in the past. she speaks of deer as if she knows their habits intimately, their routes through the forest, the way they drink at the frozen creek.
โwe need to be smart. quiet. patient.โ she pauses, her eyes boring into yours. โand we need to be efficient. one shot. clean kill. no suffering.โ
she sets up a makeshift target, a tattered piece of fabric tied to a stunted tree branch. then she demonstrates, raising the rifle, her movements fluid and practiced. the crack of the shot echoes through the silent woods, and the fabric flutters to the ground, riddled with a single, precise hole.
your turn.
you raise the rifle, the weight suddenly feeling unbearable. your hands shake. you squint, trying to align the sights, but everything blurs. the cold, the fear, the overwhelming pressure of survivalโit all conspires against you.
โbreathe,โ Nat says, her voice softer now, closer. she steps behind you, her hands gently guiding yours. โslow, deep breaths. center yourself.โ
you follow her instructions, focusing on the rhythm of your breathing. you try to block out the fear, the uncertainty, the gnawing hunger that never truly leaves you. you try to become Natalie, to channel her focus, her resilience.
slowly, the sights come into focus. you squeeze the trigger, the rifle bucking against your shoulder. the sound is deafening. you flinch, lowering the gun.
โwell?โ Nat asks, her voice tight.
you look at the target. a gaping hole, nowhere near the center, but stillโฆ a hit. a messy, imperfect hit, but a hit nonetheless.
a flicker of something, almost pride, crosses Natalieโs face. โnot bad,โ she says, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. โnot bad at all.โ
itโs not perfect, and you know you have a long way to go. but in this frozen wasteland, where every day is a battle for survival, โnot badโ is a victory. and standing here, with the rifle in your hands and Natalie by your side, you feel a sliver of hope, a fragile promise that maybe you can survive this after all. because you have her. and she has you. and maybe, together thatโs enough.
warnings : mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nightmares
๐he latch clicks so softly you almost miss it. your breath hitches in your throat anyway. youโve been staring at the ceiling for hours, wishing sleep to come, but every creak of the house, every rustle outside the window, has you jumping.
your heart hammers against your ribs as a dark shape detaches itself from the inky silhouette of the tree outside. itโs a familiar shape, one thatโs etched into your memory. relief floods through you, so intense itโs almost dizzying.
โNat?โ you whisper, barley audible.
the shadow freezes, then a muffled voice answers, โyeah, itโs me. open the window.โ
you scramble to your feet, the familiar ache of your loneliness momentarily forgotten. the cool glass presses against your palms as you push the window up with agonizing slowness. the hinges groan in protest, a sound that feels deafening in the quiet of the night.
โsorry.โ you whisper, your voice barely a breath.
a grin flashes in the dim moonlight as Nat hauls herself over the sill, landing with a practiced ease that speaks of many clandestine visits. sheโs wearing her usual uniform of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket that smells faintly of cigarettes and pine needles. just the smell is enough to ease the tension in your shoulders.
โtook you long enough.โ she teased, her voice low and husky.
you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. โthe windowโs old, what do you want me to do?โ
Natalie steps closer, the moonlight catching her silhouette. her eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft and crinkled at the corners. โi want you.โ she says, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
your stomach flips. youโve been seeing Nat for months, but the pull she has on you still catches you off guard. the way she looks at you, like youโre the only thing that matters in the world, makes you feel seen in a way you never have before.
she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. theyโre calloused and rough, but the touch is gentle. โyou okay?โ she asks, her brow furrowed with concern. โyou look tired.โ
you lean into her touch, closing your eyes for a brief moment. โjust missed you.โ you admit, the words barely escaping your lips.
Natalieโs hand moves to the back of your neck, her thumb tracing circles against your skin. โi missed you too, doll.โ
she pulls you closer, and the cold fear thatโs been clinging to you all day begins to dissipate. you bury your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her โ cigarettes, leather, cheap alcohol, and something uniquely Natalie.
โnightmare?โ she murmurs into your hair.
you nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. you donโt have to explain it. she just knows. she always does.
Nat leads you to the bed, pulling the covers back with one hand. she doesnโt ask you what the nightmare was about. she doesnโt need to. she knows the shadows that creep into your dreams, the ones that whisper of the past, the ones that still haunt both of you.
you climb into bed, shivering despite the warmth of the blankets. Natalie slides in beside you, pulling you close until sheโs spooning you, her arm a heavy, comforting weight around your waist.
โbetter?โ she asks, her voice laced with concern.
you nod, pressing closer to her warmth. โyeah. better.โ
the world outside feels less scary with her here. the house creaks, the wind howls, but here, in this small circle of her arms, you feel safe. the tight knot in your chest loosens, and you finally allow yourself to relax.
sheโs your anchor, your lifeline in a sea of chaos. you breathe in her scent, the familiar comfort of her presence, and close your eyes.
the anxieties of the day slowly melt away, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing. you might not be able to control the nightmares, or the world outside, but in this moment, with Natalie beside you, holding you close, you know you can face anything.
sleep finally comes, a sweet, dreamless oblivion, guided by the soft beat of her heart against your back. you are finally, blissfully, at peace.
Szn three ep 1 shaunamari fight n nat saying she'll be the camp counselor has me thinking abt camp counselor nat n camp counselor reader au tbh
omg i love ur mind
camp counselor!nat who wears flannel shirts, band t-shirts, and ripped jeans all summer
camp counselor!nat who is surprisingly good at archery but terrible at crafts, buttt she can fix anything mechanical
camp counselor!nat who is so protective of you !! (and the kids at the summer camp)
camp counselor!nat who has a soft spot for animals, especially stray dogs and drags you along to go feed them
camp counselor!nat who is fiercely independent, but deeply loyal. she struggles with vulnerability but trusts you with her whole life. sarcasm is her love language
camp counselor!nat who is surprisingly so gentle, patient and soft towards the kids, often stepping into the role of a big sister for them. it makes your heart melt
camp counselor!nat who is always up for an adventure and always tells you to come along with her
camp counselor!nat who is always the first to jump in if she senses any bullying or trouble among the campers
camp counselor!nat who takes you stargazing by the lake or reading together in the counselorโs cabin when the both of you are done with activities
camp counselor!nat who surprises you with small, thoughtful gesturesโa wildflower she picked on the trail, or a handwritten note tucked into your pocket, reminding you of her love
a/n : happy valentineโs day and s3 of yellowjackets day <3
๐alentineโs Day was just around the corner, and the corridors of your high school were teeming with vibrant decorationsโheart shaped balloons bobbing in the air, paper chains of pink and red draping from lockers, and whispers of excitement echoing off the walls. everyone appeared to be caught up in the spirit of love, except for you, who had largely kept to yourself during this season of extravagance.
as you walked through the bustling hallways, weaving between classmates, you spotted Natalie leaning against her locker. her signature leather jacket gave her a rebellious edge that turned heads, and the way she carried herself exuded an air of confidence. perhaps it was the flicker of an old flame burning just out of reach, but there was something captivating about her, an energy that made your heart race a little faster each time you saw her.
you couldnโt help but steal glances. could it really be true? had she been looking your way too? you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you tried to convince yourself there was no way she would ever notice you. but as you turned to walk past her, you caught her eye, and for an instant, the noisy hallway faded away.
โhey,โ Natalie said, her voice cutting through the din. your heart jumped as you paused, turning to face her. โcan i talk to you for a sec?โ
you nodded, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in your stomach.
โlisten,โ she continued, leaning closer, her voice low, โiโve been thinkingโฆ Valentineโs Day is coming up, and i wanted to ask if youโd maybe want to do something together.โ
the sudden rush of adrenaline was almost overwhelming. your mind raced with possibilities. was she really asking you out? had this moment been building up over time without you fully realizing it? you could feel the blush creeping into your cheeks as you processed her words.
โlikeโฆ a date?โ you asked, almost in disbelief, your heart hammering away.
โyeah,โ she replied, a shy smile breaking through her typically cool demeanor. โjust us. maybe grab some food or catch a movie. whatever you want.โ
the world around you seemed to fade away as you held her gaze, every other sound muffled beneath the weight of this monumental question. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the thrill of the possibility sparkling in the air between you.
โare you serious?โ you asked, hardly able to contain a grin.
โdead serious,โ Natalie said, that trademark smirk returning. โso, what do you say?โ
โyes, of course!โ the words spilled from your lips before you could stop it, and suddenly everything felt lighter, brighter. you could hardly believe youโd just said those words, but there they were, floating in the air like confetti.
a smile broke across Natalieโs face, and your heart fluttered again, but this time it felt like freedom. she reached out, confident in her movements, and lightly touched your arm. โgreat. itโs a date then. iโll call you later and let you know the details.โ
you nodded, still processing what had just happened. with one last grin, Natalie leaned in and whispered, โdonโt overthink it. just be yourself. and swear something cute.โ
and with that, she turned on her heel, walking away with that unmistakable confidence that made your heart race even more. you stood there for a moment, the buzz of chatter filling your ears, while your mind whirled with thoughts and feelings you never expected to confront on that ordinary day.
you had a date. a real one with Natalie Scatorccio of all people. you couldnโt help but grin at that excitement coursing through you. as love-filled whispers filled the halls around you, you suddenly felt like you were part of something beautiful, a connection that was just beginning to bloom. all those Valentineโs decorations didnโt seem so cheesy anymore; they felt like the beginning of something extraordinary.
โณ now playing : sun bleached flies by ethel cain
pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
fluff, comfort, a bit of angst
warnings : a bit of angst, mentions of death
๐he night was heavy with a stillness that settled over the landscape like a blanket, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. deep in the wilderness, the cabin stood like a lone sentinel, surrounded by a vast expanse of trees that loomed like shadowy giants under the moonlight. you hugged your knees to your chest, curled up on the porch steps, feeling small and lost beneath the enormity of the night and the weight of everything that had happened.
tears streamed down your cheeks, hot reminders of the ache in your chest that had settled there ever since the crash. you had thought that once it had been some time, youโd get used to it.
but the reality of your situation clawed at youโsome of your friends were dead, the search for food felt hopeless, and the wilderness that had become both your refuge and your prison was closing in around your heart. every sound, every rustle in the darkness made you think of home, a home that felt impossibly far away. you could almost hear your mother calling for you, the laughter of friends echoing in your mindโeverything you missed coiling into a singular thought: you just wanted to go home.
a soft creak caught your attention, and you wiped your eyes hurriedly, trying to regain some composure before anyone came outside. but you didnโt manage to hide your distress in time. Natalie emerged from the cabin, her silhouette framed by the dim light inside, and immediately, she froze at the sight of you.
โNatโฆโ you whispered her name, but your voice faltered, the sobs tumbling through your words.
without hesitation, Natalie rushed to you, kneeling at your side, her bleached blonde hair catching glimmers of moonlight. her touch was gentle but firm, her hand fitting perfectly around your trembling shoulders as she enveloped you in a warm embrace.
โhey, hey,โ she murmured, her voice low and soothing, like the lullaby you needed right now. โwhatโs wrong?โ
you leaned into her, your head fitting snug against her shoulder while you tried to stifle your cries. โi just wanna be home,โ you admitted between shuddering breaths, each word laced with the raw pang of longing. โi just want to go back, Nat. i want to wake up in my bed, not here.โ
Natalieโs hand stroked your hair, her fingers threading through like a calming spell, and you could feel your racing heart slow beneath her touch. โi know,โ she said gently, her voice thick with understanding. โi miss it too. but weโre still here for each other.โ
you shifted slightly to meet her gaze, your eyes glistening with tears reflecting the moonlight. her expression was soft, yet it held an unyielding strength. โwe just have to hold on,โ she continued, her eyes resolute. โmaybe we can make it through this. together.โ you nodded.
Natalie smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. she knew the fragility of hope in their dire circumstances, but her reassurance was what you cling to as the world felt increasingly distant. โyouโre not alone, okay? remember when we first crashed? we thought we wouldnโt survive. but look at us, weโre still here.โ
her words formed a fragile lifeline, and you took a shaky breath, allowing the warmth of her presence to envelope you. you remembered the moments of shared laughter and the intimacy youโd built in those dark days. it was the memories of Natalieโs infectious smile and warm laughter that pushed against the suffocating fear of the wilderness.
you tried to return her smile, though it was weak. โwhat ifโฆ what if no one comes?โ the doubt slipped out before you could suppress it, but Natalie was quick to chase it away.
โthen weโll find a way to survive. i promise you, i wonโt let anything happen to us. weโll make it, just like we did before.โ her fierce resolve was palpable, igniting a spark of hope within you.
โpromise?โ you whispered, clinging to her, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a shield against the dark.
โi promise.โ Natalie said, her voice unwavering.
the two of you sat there for a moment, the weight of the night still palpable, but feeling a little lighter somehow. you took in the sounds of the nightโthe wind weaving through the trees, the distant fall of an owlโas if the wilderness itself was an ally, a backdrop to your shared strength.
as long as you had each other, maybe you could find a way to be okay, even in the middle of the uncertainty. together, you could face the night, face the darkness. and even as the shadows danced around you, Natalieโs presence kept the light alive in your heart.
