THE PARTY IS POUNDING with music, in a typical messy and overwhelming way that high school parties usually are.
the bass of the music is loud enough to the point where you feel the vibrations under your feet, and you spot mari and taissa shouting along with the song near the living room, people packed in almost every area of lottie’s gigantic house, and the air is filled with the scent of cheap beer and soda’s that are probably coating the very space you’re standing on.
this whole thing was a celebration. the night before nationals, where everyone got the chance to relax before the pressure of the game hits.
but you’ve spent most of your night keeping an eye on natalie.
you find her leaning against the kitchen counter again, strands of her blonde hair falling into her eyes while she laughs at some joke van makes. —READ MORE!
her eyeliner is a little more than smudged now, and there’s that soft, but also extremely buzzed look in her eyes that you clock immediately.
she’s drunk, you realize.
you push your way through the crowd until you finally reach her side and snatch the red plastic cup from her hand before she can take another gulp.
“natalie.”
she blinks at you, staring at the cup in your hand and then at you, with a look on her face that tells you she knows she’s been busted.
but the longer she stares at you, the more the expression on her face fades into something warm and love-stuck.
“…hey, baby.”
your stomach does that annoying little flutter.
“how much of this did you drink?” you ask, observing the contents of the mixed variations of alcohol in the cup, scrunching your nose in discontent.
natalie shrugs mindlessly, leaning obnoxiously into your warmth as if your shoulder is the most comfortable spot in the house.
“i uh.. dunno.”
“that’s not an answer, natalie.” you say sternly, giving her a pointed look.
she closes her eyes, as if she’s thinking about, before snapping her eyes open with a grin.
“…a lot.”
“gosh, nat—you could barely stand by yourself.”
“i’m not—”
she attempts straightening up and immediately tips over to one side, unbalanced. you rush to catch her before she can wake up with a black eye, your arm wrapping around her waist.
natalie lets out a quiet giggle and just melts against you, content to be in your arms.
“okay,” you sigh. “that’s it, home time.”
natalie turns her head back to look at you, intently gazing at your face closely as her expression turns soft and smiley.
“you’re so fucking pretty,” she says out of nowhere.
you hold back a smile.
“nat.”
“what?”
“you’re so drunk.”
“i’m in love with you,” she corrects in a serious tone, and you feel blood rushing to your cheeks.
“come on.”
you guide her through the crowd before finally making it to the door, natalie clinging to you as if you’re her life line, basically attaching herself to your hip. her hand slides into yours so she doesn’t lose you in the crowd.
outside, the chilly air hits your faces to your relief, the humid air was suffocating in there, and the overbearing atmosphere of the party instantly fades away.
natalie inhales the fresh air slowly, and she once again leans against you, stumbling over her steps, until suddenly, she stops walking.
you turn to face her.
“nat?”
she’s staring at the ground, her fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. “can i stay with you tonight?” the question comes out small and quiet, and you feel your heart ache in your chest instantly.
you know exactly why she’s asking.
going back to her house means facing the empty rooms and memories she would rather not confront.
and right now she looks like she may cry if you say no.
her voice gets quieter as she avoids your gaze.
“i just… i really don’t wanna go there tonight.”
your hand cups her face, brushing a piece of hair away from her eyes as you pull her closer.
“hey,” you whisper softly, and natalie’s bottom lip trembles as she closes her eyes.
“don’t cry, baby.”
“i’m not crying.”
“you’re about to, aren’t you?”
she lets out an embarrassed, defeated laugh.
your thumbs brush under her eyes as you lean in, leaving a soft kiss onto her nose.
“of course you can stay with me, you can always stay with me.” you say reassuringly.
a look of relief falls over her face, and before you can say anything else, natalie wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you with a strength you didn’t even know she had in her.
“thank you,” she whispers, and then she presses a kiss to your cheek, followed by another, and another.
“nat,” you laugh softly, tilting your head back.
“i love you,” she mumbles lazily against your skin.
“i love you too.”
she pulls back just long enough to kiss you properly this time, slow, soft, but also a little messy because she’s so completely drunk and smiling too much into the kiss.
“okay,” you say, gently leading her down the street with your hand in hers. “let’s get you in bed.”
nat shoots you a suggestive look, raising her brows as you giggle and shove her softly.
“not in that way, god.”
by the time you reach your house, natalie has one arm wrapped around your waist, refusing to let go.
“you’re so warm,” she whispers loudly.
“that’s because it’s fucking freezing.”
“i like it.”
you unlock your door quietly and lead her inside.
natalie immediately presses her finger to her lips with an over exaggerated, “shhh,” that’s probably louder than anything she’s said all night.
“you’re the one being loud.”
she giggles softly as you guide her down the hallway, passing the rooms your parent’s are sleeping in.
every time a floorboard creaks, something is so funny about it to natalie that it makes her burst into quiet laughter against your shoulder until you finally make it to your bedroom door.
the second she sees your bed, natalie finally loosens her grip on you and flops face-first into your soft blankets.
“oh my god,” she groans into your pillow. “this is actually the best bed ever.”
you let out a snort, closing the door behind you.
“you say that every time.”
“well yeah—because it’s true.”
you sit beside her and gently push her onto her back.
natalie immediately reaches for you again, her hands sliding up the warmth of your arms as if she’s making sure you’re still there.
“come here,” she mumbles lazily.
“i’m right here.”
she tugs lightly on your sleeve until you lean closer, and she kisses you, so soft and warm and lovingly.
when you pull back, she just smiles sleepily and leans forward to kiss you again.
“you’re so clingy tonight,” you tease with a grin.
natalie shakes her head.
“i’m in love tonight.”
“only tonight?” you ask jokingly.
“always, i’m always so fucking in love with you, it’s like—it’s all i can think about sometimes.”
you smile, your heart beating against your chest. you and natalie have been dating for so long at this point, but she still never fails to make you feel like a second grader with her first crush.
“hold still, okay?”
you grab a cloth from your vanity and start wiping the smudged eyeliner from her eyes.
natalie watches you the entire time with that dazed, out of the world expression.
“you’re taking care of me,” she whispers in realization.
“of course, someone has to.”
“i really fucking love you.”
you pause, really looking at natalie.
natalie brings her hand up to your face and cups your cheek with a gentleness.
“i mean it,” she says, looking to your eyes.
your chest feels warm.
“i know you do.”
she pulls you down into another kiss, lips finding yours once again.
when you finally help her sit up enough to pull her jacket off, she keeps stealing little kisses every time you get close enough.
your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, literally anywhere she can. “nat,” you laugh softly.
“what?”
“what’s up with you?”
“you’re beautiful.”
you shake your head, still laughing as you help her change into one of your oversized band shirts.
natalie sighs contently once she’s under your blankets, immediately grabbing your arm and pulling you down beside her.
the second your back hits the bed, she throws her body on top of yours. her leg drapes over you and her arms wrap around your stomach, her face pressed against your neck.
“you’re comfy,” she yawns.
your fingers gently thread through her hair.
natalie brings her head up just enough to kiss your jaw.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your lips again.
“you’re still managing to kiss me,” you whisper.
“i love kissing you.”
her voice is growing quieter now.
she presses one last soft kiss to your lips before settling her head on your chest, her arms tightening around your waist like she never wants to let go.
“i’m really glad you’re mine,” she whispers into the dark.
your heart clenches.
“i’m really fucking glad you’re mine too.”
natalie sighs, her breathing already starting to slow.
but even as she drifts into her slumber, she keeps one hand clenched tightly in the fabric of your shirt just in case you try to move away, but god knows you wouldn’t leave natalie in this moment even if your life depended on it.
✧ 𝑓. SPRING BREAK IS HERE I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS (i have 12 articles to annotate lol..) guys idk what to do i can only ever write for natalie 😭😭 help. also i just clocked that coach ben’s actor is with caroline from tvd… like woah…. and life update rn i’m rewatching supernatural i forgot this shit was depressing asf like omg. ok hope u enjoyed feel free to send requests ily guys !!!🫰🫂
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a criminal lack of travis content. he’s so fun to write! oh well, i guess i have to be the change i want to see in the world and whatever.
reader and travis knew each other before the crash. You weren’t friends but something changed out there.
Travis was a dick, there was no denying that. You knew that before the crash and you had no expectations that a freak accident would make him kinder. But this was beyond the pale.
He didn’t get to be a dick to Javi like that. You understood that he was grieving, even understood how his complicated relationship with his father was making this worse, but he needed to buck up.
Javi was a good kid, he was stubborn sometimes but who wasn’t? You cared about that little boy, you babysat him back when you were JV. When Travis was recovering from his surgery there were so many appointments and hospital stays. Coach didn’t want to cancel any practice and god forbid he let his assistant coach assist him in coaching a varsity game.
You guys would order pizza and watch Pixar. You didn’t even have a license yet so you couldn’t do anything fun. Javi was always nice though, a sweet boy who listened well and never wanted to cause any fuss. You weren’t ever particularly good with kids but Javi was an easy person to be around. That’s why when Travis started to wrestle Javi too roughly you lost your shit.
You stormed out of the cabin to hear Travis yelling at his brother to spit something out, you can only assume he’s talking about that stale gum Javi couldn't let go of. You were actually going to talk about it with him after lunch, about coping with grief, but of course, Travis was too impulsive to move slowly.
“Hey, dickwad, let him go!”
But it was too late, Travis had forcibly opened Javi's mouth and made him spit out the gum. You were hoping he would be able to voluntarily release it, that it would help Javi psychologically accept the loss like how you talked about in AP psych. Obviously, Travis could only get into the bullshit health class where they don’t teach you anything about being a normal, decent person.
Javi didn’t react well. He stormed off and you were going to follow him until you looked at Travis and your heart broke for some reason.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” You knew he knew that. “The world is only going to get harder on us, the least you could do is be gentle with him.”
Everyone still seemed to be committed to rescue but you knew it had been too long. You went a weird way on a sketchy private plane. Nobody knew where you were and it increasingly looked like you only had each other.
Travis looked up from the ground with his big, sad eyes. “I…I just wanted him to stop smacking on that gum and…I don’t know.” You believed that he came in with no solid reasoning or plan, that sounded on brand for him.
You stepped closer because he was talking quietly. You kept going until you were closer than you had been in the four years you had spent catching rides home with Coach Martinez because your mom worked late. “Listen, you should find him in a little bit and apologize. I know you don’t mean to hurt his feelings but you need to cut all of this out.” Travis didn’t even have the heart to argue with you. “I know this sucks worse for you than for anyone else but with coach Ben’s leg, you’re the man here. You need to be level-headed and strong. Not just for Javi, but for all of us.”
All of Travis’s life, he had only wanted to feel like a man. Out there in the real world, he had failed. He wasn’t athletic and for a good portion of his adolescence, he was literally medically advised against exercising or lifting weights of any kind. When all the boys in middle school were doing push-up contests, he was going to orthopedic specialists for back brace fittings.
But Travis’s spinal fusion was successful, even if the healing was brutal. And he was seeing a place to prove himself. He needed to show his dad he could step up and be a man. He could take care of Javi and the girls and he would go back and take care of his mom too. This is the last time he and his dad will be in the same place and Travis will leave here a man if he can help it.
He oddly wanted to prove it to you too. You were around when he was worse off. One of his father's little pets he liked to keep from the team. You saw how debilitating the pain was before the surgery, saw how recovery was slow and isolating. And you saw all the in-between at school. Flex.
He never quite put together that you would have a lot of insight on him but now that he thinks about it, you may be the person to know the most. Which is sad because you don’t even seem to like him that much.
He takes your advice, though. Javi doesn’t accept it immediately but it seems like they eventually figure it out from your point of view. Of course, Travis is the same angry boy but he’s trying to temper himself into something stronger, less likely to break.
Travis keeps coming to you for advice. You’re not sure why, you never got along. You spent fifteen minutes with him 3 days a week (at the very least) for the last four years and you had developed no camaraderie during that but desperate times, you guessed.
It started with just his relationship with Javi. You were his babysitter after all and the kid talked about you like invented the Lion King DVD. You were more sensitive to him than Travis naturally was. Neither of you would acknowledge that this was the dynamic Coach Martinez and his wife had but you both felt the weight of it. You were the closest thing Javi had to parents out here. It didn’t matter if either of you liked it, you were mom and dad.
After a while, Travis started to ask you about more things. What plants were edible, how you mended things so well, what you did to make his dad like you so much. You didn’t have a clear answer for the last one. Travis seemed to know what you meant when you said you had no idea how Coach felt about you except for the fact he trusted you enough to watch over Javi. He was a man that spoke more with actions but that meant so much was left unsaid. You wished you had asked him why he took a shine to you. You weren’t the best defender. Was it pity for not having a dad? Or a mom that worked too much? You’ll never know now.
Then things got complicated when he started coming to you about a girl. He wouldn’t say who he needed advice about but you could assume. He had spent so much time alone with Natalie, it could only be her.
It made sense too. They both had a compatible jaggedness that seemed to slot together well. They both had to feel the pressure of being hunters, and the judgment when they came back empty-handed.
You weren’t expecting for it to… affect you. You couldn’t tell what it was at first. Initially, you thought you just didn’t like the idea of some poor girl being subjected to Travis’s courtship. Then you realized that he had grown and someone out here could maybe have a lovely relationship with him. Then you thought it was an extension of that irrational judgment, that the hunters should be focused on game and not frivolous crushes but even that was off base. You thought he and Nat deserved some respite.
It wasn’t until you were making sure Javi was tucked in well on a cold, rainy fall night that you realized it was because you were jealous. Travis slept one spot away from you with Javi in the middle and you looked at him already looking at you two. You thought about how glad you were he wasn’t closer to the door with Natalie.
Neither of you looked away for a minute. It felt so domestic like you were over at his house while his parents were out. Watching Bambi after Javi had fallen asleep halfway. What it maybe could’ve been if either of you had given the other one a chance.
You looked away first to make sure Javi was breathing deeply. You went to bed with the heavy feeling that you were helping push the boy you liked towards a much prettier girl, with more experience and bravery than you would probably ever have the chance of gaining at this rate.
The next day, you and Travis were stringing up herbs to start drying them in the meat shed when he asked, “How do you let a girl know you like her and not have it blow up if she doesn’t like you back?”
“Well, I don’t know how to answer that because no one’s ever liked me like that.” It was painful to say out loud but if you weren’t willing to admit that here and now, where would you?
He stopped what he was bundling and looked incredulous. “You mean, you’ve just never had to tell someone you don’t like them, right?
And man did that make you feel like a loser. Even perpetual virgin Travis was in disbelief at the lack of play you got back home. “No, that’s not what I meant,” you said quietly, cutting off some twine.
It was silent for a minute. God, he was awkward. Why did you even like him? He was just looking at you all weirdly and he hadn’t gathered the next bundle so you had idle hands.
He obviously deduced that you had a slight (massive) thing for him. You were too obvious last night, forcing him to play house with you. You were practically Misty Quigley-level delusional.
“I’m sure some guy has been pining after you and you just don’t know.”
“Oh yeah, that’s why I wasn’t rejecting boys left and right back home, I’m just too intimidating for anyone to ever confess to me.” The sarcasm was plain in your tone. “I’m just too pretty and smart for anyone to ever believe they could have a chance with me, is that right?”
“I know you’re trying to joke right now but you’re not wrong.” He said it all fast, like the words tripped out of him. He made his eyes go all big and soft which made it impossible for you to continue being aloof with him.
“Shut up, you don’t have to lie and make me feel good.”
“What if I’m not? What if I know for a fact that I’m right? That there is a guy out there pining over you.”
You laughed. It was torturous because the delusional part of you believed he must be talking about himself but you knew better. You didn’t get the boy in the end. You don’t get what you want.
“Yeah. Who? Sean from trig? I watched him pick his nose and put it under his desk like two weeks before our plane crashed, I’m good.” Joking usually helped you out in situations but it seemed to frustrate Travis further. He must be really weirded out by your liking him.
Travis took the twine and the knife from your still hands, the task abandoned long ago. He got close to you, the way you had gotten close to him that first time. “No. Not Sean. Me. I’ve been pining after you in these stupid woods and you’re the only one who can’t see that!”
“You mean Natalie? You’ve been asking me for advice on how to make her like you for weeks!”
Travis started pulling at his hair. It had gotten so long out here and had made him unfairly attractive. He shouldn’t distract you like this during serious conversation. “I’ve been asking you for advice on how to make you like me! Jesus Christ, aren’t you usually smart?”
“Oh.” Wow. That was not what you were expecting at all.
“Oh? What does that mean?” You never told him how to tell the girl without making it awkward so he didn’t know what to do after this. You just frustrated him into transparency like you usually did.
You were looking at his face for a moment, checking if this was a trick or something. When you only saw sincerity, you said “I like you too.” He exhaled, apparently waiting on bated breath for your answer.
He took the hand that was holding the twine and held it between his, just holding it, warming up your fingers. He stepped more into your space. He whispered, “I…I don’t know how to do this.”
You returned his intensity with your eyes, really just dropping down the walls you had built around letting your feelings for him show.
“I don’t know how to do any of it either. I was telling the truth when I told you no one has ever liked me like that before.”
He scoffed, “Their loss.”
“Yeah,” you quietly laughed out. Anything louder would’ve felt like yelling.
Then he kissed you. It was both of your first kisses, but he kissed you like a man. He put one hand on your hip and another caressed the side of your neck as he dropped that last physical boundary between you too. You couldn’t go much further because of your mutual inexperience and general breathlessness but it was more than satisfying to you both.
You would both have to leave the shed soon. You needed to check on Javi and talk to him about his whittling. You were trying to talk to him about historical events and books you remembered from school. Fall had come and he should be back in school.
You both lingered. Finally having some type of resolution to anything felt significant out here where things get started but never properly finished.
“So…Are you my girlfriend now?”
You grinned a little. At least this thing between you was good, sacred.
Minors do not interact. This is my first time writing actual smut here so sorry if it’s a little wonky at moments. This isn’t proofread, it’s just very stream of conscious
“Just checking one last time, you’re absolutely good with this?” You asked Laura Lee as you closed her bedroom door
There’d been an awkward tension between you two for the past few days. It all started, like so many other things do, at one of Jackie’s parties. She was drinking her soda out of a red solo cup so she didn’t feel too othered, but accidents happen and she accidentally switched with Natalie. She was drunk off her ass before anyone realized it, and you spent your afternoon taking care of her. That alone was no big deal, but she impulsively kissed you. You were too shocked to do anything at first, but couldn’t resist that blonde and the two of you made out in secret. You two weren’t quite dating, it was more of a friends who occasionally kiss situation, until now at least
Laura Lee gave you an enthusiastic nod from on the bed, quiet but eager. With that sign, you headed to meet her, crawling onto her bed and over her, pushing her flat on her back as your lips first made contact. You slid your arms behind her back and embraced her while your tongue entered her mouth. You could feel her heart pounding against you, and she felt yours
This was her first time doing anything like this, the strictness of her Catholicism always having been a mood killer. You still didn’t know exactly what it was that prompted this, but you knew better than to ask too many questions. Still, you weren’t going to jump straight in no matter how excited you were. This was something that had to be gently elicited. You started by using your knee to gently separate her legs and slowly pushed it against her shorts
“How’s that babe” you asked between kisses
“Good…really good” she panted out
“I’m gonna slip your shirt off now, okay?”
She nodded and helped you. Her complexion was paler than you’d expect for a soccer player, almost porcelain with a few freckles along her chest. “That’s fucking perfect,” you said before unhooking her bra. The sight was better than you’d ever expected. You immediately moved to kiss her pallid chest, savoring her taste with every single kiss before finally moving down to her tit. It took one single flick of the tongue before it hardened. She was immediately gasping. “Fuck you’re sensitive,” you teased. Her hand went to grab a lock of your hair. Her other hand pawed around her nightstand and flipped over her icon of the Saint Francis to hide her indecency
Her back arched from the pleasure. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at it. It was barely anything, but for someone as untouched as her it was so, so intense. You switched sides to give her other tit some attention too. This time though, you decided to leave a little hickey right above. No one else would see it but the two of you would always know it’s there. Every single flick of the tongue prompted a sharp moan. They were almost squeaks, high pitched and thin and desperate. After spending longer than you planned just on her tits you tossed your shirt off too. Laura Lee stared at your chest in an innocent wonder, admiring the curves of your body before her eyes locked right onto your tits. You leaned back down to kiss her one more time, pushing your chests together, before moving to her cheek, then her neck. After a playful bite you moved down her collar, then chest, then abs, leaving a trail of kisses until finally your face was hovering over her shorts. You yanked them down to her knees and she kicked them off
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful,” you said at the sight. You were stunned at how wet she was. Before she asked what you were going to do, you had already moved your tongue in. You grabbed her thighs, which were well muscled from her time in soccer. Her moans were rapid and sharp. “Babe…” Laura Lee purred as you pleasured her. She closed her eyes and let that warm euphoria course through her. Her thighs clenched and held you tightly in place. She was a needy thing who just needed a chance, you realized. She was squirming so much you practically had to grab her just so you could keep eating her out. Laura Lee whimpered when you grabbed her
“Babe…I’m really close,” she whined out. You kept going at a slow pace, trying to fight the urge to go as fast as you could. Even when she gripped your hair, you kept lapping your tongue gently and slowly until finally her hips gave out. A series of gasps and whimpers came from her, followed by a long, deep moan as she squirted right on your face. There was an entire lifetime of repressed sexuality that all came out in that moment. You gave a few more licks just to make sure she was absolutely done. She was panting when you broke away and wiped her juices off. “You did really good baby” you said softly. Laura Lee was blushing from her cheeks all the way to her chest
“That was…wow…” was all she could say at first. You were about to come up spoon her before she suddenly asked you “Can I try?” in that sweet voice that always made you cave.
You smiled at the question. “You don’t even have to ask,” you said as you got on your back and slid your pants off. “I’ll walk you through it.”
When she got into position, you gave her clear instructions on how to use her tongue. It was a little awkward at first, but endearing. “You’re doing great princess” you said as you pet her blonde hair. Her tongue finally found the right spot for you. It caught you off guard, since you thought she wouldn’t find it on her own. She was about to break away to ask you but you immediately shoved her back in. “Slow down, ‘kay babe?”
You groaned from the pleasure, a more throaty sound than what Laura Lee would make. “You’re doing so good. You look so pretty down there.” You grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her in place when you got close. “Now don’t fucking stop, okay?” She pushed through even as she ran low on breath because she was that desperate to thank you. The pleasure ran through you like a fire burning your insides and finally you crossed the tipping point. “Fuck L!” You shouted as you came on her pretty face. She wasn’t expecting that and flinched, causing the both of you to laugh
You helped pull her back up, the both of you feeling hazy from it all. “We might make a slut out of you yet,” you said in a satisfied voice before pulling her in to taste yourself on her lips. You broke off and stared into her eyes. “How do you feel”
“Different…but a good different.” She sounded embarrassed by it
“You did so good though.” You said pulling her onto your chest. She let out a long sigh. Mood drops could happen after all the hormones went away, and you were absolutely determined to keep that from happening. She pressed her face into your collar
“Are you tired already?” You ask with a teasing cadence. “Or do you have another round in you”
“I think we should wait a bit,” she said with a warm smile. You planted a kiss on her forehead and she let out a soft laugh at that
“Okay, go ahead and rest up, but I’m not done with you just yet.”
As she took her time to recover, you were thinking of all the different things you could try with her. She was the perfect canvas for you to paint all sorts of desires on, but for now you held her close. You laughed just a bit when she fell asleep on your chest
╰ (18+).ᐟ ⎯ jackie taylor x masc!fem!reader ⎯ where you eat jackie out in the backseat of your car after her & jeff publicly break up again.ᐟ (coming soon…)
╰ THE VESSEL OF THESE WORDS.ᐟ ⎯ jackie taylor x speech impaired!female!reader ⎯ where despite your struggles with communicating, she’s able to understand you despite everyone else underestimating you.ᐟ
➥ SHAUNA SHIPMAN
╰ FAR FROM ANY ROAD.ᐟ ⎯ outlaw!shauna shipman x bounty hunter!fem!reader ⎯ where you’ve tasked yourself to bring in the wild & unpredictable butcher that’s been terrorizing wiskayok.ᐟ
╰ SHORT CHANGE HERO.ᐟ ⎯ outlaw!shauna shipman x bounty hunter!fem!reader ⎯ part 2 of FAR FROM ANY ROAD.ᐟ
➥ NATALIE SCATORCCIO
╰ .ᐟ ⎯ natalie scatorccio x male!scott!reader ⎯ where ben’s nephew catches the eye of the local bleached burnout.ᐟ (coming soon…)
╰ SURREAL.ᐟ ⎯ natalie scatorccio x male!reader ⎯ where natalie struggles with the unfamiliarity of being treated with real care.ᐟ
╰ BACKWARDS LOVING.ᐟ ⎯ natalie scatorccio x gn!reader ⎯ where after a messy break-up, she turns to you.ᐟ
╰ PUNKROCKER.ᐟ ⎯ natalie scatorccio x female!reader ⎯ where the world is falling apart, you and natalie argue about the true meaning behind being ‘punk rock,’ and van is a menace.ᐟ
➥ LOTTIE MATTHEWS
╰ SANCTIFIED.ᐟ ⎯ lottie matthews x fem!butch!reader ⎯ where lottie finds it hard to keep you all to herself when you obliviously flaunt yourself around the others.ᐟ
╰ REAL LIFE.ᐟ ⎯ lottie matthews x intersex!fem!reader ⎯ where you & lottie are trying to balance co-parenting your three year old daughter, esmarie, after a messy divorce.ᐟ (prologue.) - (i.) - (ii.) - (iii.) - (iv.) - (v.) - (more coming soon…)
➥ TAISSA TURNER
╰ PRETTY SWEET.ᐟ ⎯ van palmer x female!reader x taissa turner ⎯ where love is shown not through words, but in takeout, soft touches, and the way you all fall into each other like second nature.ᐟ
➥ VAN PALMER
╰ PRETTY SWEET.ᐟ ⎯ van palmer x female!reader x taissa turner ⎯ where love is shown not through words, but in takeout, soft touches, and the way you all fall into each other like second nature.ᐟ
➥ MARI IBARRA
➥ TRAVIS MARTINEZ
╰ FEEL IT.ᐟ ⎯ travis martinez x femme!reader ⎯ where travis is an asshole to everyone, but he doesn’t mean to be on to you.ᐟ
Summary: If Nat had a nickle for every time someone asked her about her relationship with Misty Quigley, she'd have seven nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it's still annoying as fuck.
Poster's Note: natalie baby you are down bad. you have been down bad. you will continue to be down bad
