notes : transboy regressor nat, carer lottie, takes place s3, slight mention of padding ( no detail )
It was two A.M. Just about all of the team had fallen asleep, except for Nat. There were light cries to be heard from his hut, but nothing to wake anybody. He kept them muffled, biting down on each sob, desperate to not draw attention and risk someone coming to check on him. Curled up into tight ball, more tears began to flow as he looked at his own body. One cry broke looseâ one that would echo throughout the camp.
Lottie heard it instantly, immediately running over to his hut within seconds. The other girls stirred, a mutual confusion on their faces as they all looked at one another. Despite that, they all decided to let Lottie handle it, as nobody else was skilled enough to deal with his meltdowns. Outside the hut, he heard them talking about him, then even using the name Natalie. He pressed his hands to his ears, warm tears dripping down his body and into his shirt.
Lottie entered gently, seeing the boy with his tear-stained face and his horrible trembling. Just one look into his eyes and she was able to instantly tell he was regressed. He looked small; he looked vulnerable.
âHmm, letâs see.. how old are you, baby?â she whispered, rubbing circles on his back as she scooted closer to the boy. âCan you lift up your fingers for mama?â
He hesitated before lifting a single finger. He was often this tinyâ it wasnât new to Lottie. The girls outside didnât know that, though. The name Natalie still being repeated; his face scrunching up as he held back warm tears. He eventually broke, sobbing harder than before. He hated this.
âI know, I know.. you donât like that name, huh?â she whispered, kissing his forehead. âIâm sorry baby, youâre always going to be just âNatâ to mama and thatâs what matters. Youâre mamaâs boy.â
Nat clutched her shirt with both hands, needing to be closer to her than he already was. Lottie knew he was exhausted, both mentally and physically. âYouâre okay now,â she murmured, thumb brushing over his temple. âIâve got you, baby. Mamaâs not going anywhere. You hear me? Right here.â
âYouâre tired, huh?â she whispered. âItâs okay, baby. Youâve had such a big day. You hunted, you helped, you were so brave. Mamaâs so proud of you. You donât need to be big now. Just rest.â
Part of him wanted to melt into her arms and never move again. The other partâ smaller, sharperâ whispered that he shouldnât need this. That needing her made him weak. But he couldnât let go. He didnât want to.
As Nat was still leaned up against her, she gently helped him out of his dirty hunting outfit; he hadnât changed in days. She reached for his raccoon onesie and a diaper patterned with little blue paw prints. With care, she changed him, then began maneuvering him into his raccoon onesie.
The raccoon onesie had a tiny hole near the wrist, one sheâd sewn shut weeks ago with thread that didnât quite match. He loved that. It reminded him that she cared enough to fix the things he couldnât.
Now that the boy was all ready and dressed, she dug in his backpack and got his pacifier all wiped off and dried. She prompted for him to open up, no words spoken as he listened to her. She lightly placed it in his mouth once he did. His eyes grew sleepy as he sucked on it; Lottie cooed at him as he rubbed his eyes softly. She brushed back a few strands of brunette hair before smiling at him.
âMm, someone looks sleepy.â she teased, grabbing his blanket and his stuffed puppy. She felt a wave of relief wash over herâ thankful she packed everything here for this trip in the first place.
As they lay together, Nat grabbed fistfuls of her shirt to ensure sheâs not leaving. She placed her hands over his ears, shielding him away from the noise, the girlsâ chatter, the world. With her comfort and embrace, the word Natalie became insignificant in his mind. His limbs felt heavier, like they didnât belong to him anymore. Words floated to the edge of his mouth but dissolved before they made it out. Everything inside him went quietâsafe quiet. Baby quiet. All that remained was Natâ Lottieâs sweet, sleepy boy.
My sweet baby ,,, just finished this movie and oh my god sheâs so small. I donât think Iâve ever felt more seen by a movie but ANYWAY. If anyone has watched this movie pleasepleaseplease can we talk about it ? :,)
âUsed to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.â â Pre-crash Sibling regressors Mari and Van!
Mari posting w/ my comfort character,, literally sue me I just got my Yellowjackets sweater 2 match the canon one n im going crazy I MISS THEM BOTH SO MUCH WAAHHHH
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âPreviously on.. The Yellowjackets!â â Flip Van Palmer!
Scratches head,, I canât tell if this is very flippy or nawt,, I just missed Van, âKay?? Shhhshh this is my papa n my brother idc!! I donât have much motivation rn but Iâm gna work on headcanons vv soon!
hi hi Annie !! saw your requests are open and was wondering if youâd be up to making a little!lottie moodboard?? Iâd love to see what you come up with but donât feel pressured!!!