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( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ) natalie scatorccio x mari ibarra
.˚ ᡣ𐭩 after the yellowjackets are rescued, natalie turns to mari for support warnings - fluff, hurt/comfort, post crash, teen timeline, marinat cuteness, bisexual nat and mar wc: 2.8k
It wasn’t real, none of it was. After endless fights for their lives, Natalie and Mari are on the edge of humanity, struggling to stay sane despite the raging voices in their head, the forest calling to them, trying to control them.
Natalie was fucking done ─── after what she did to Coach Scott, she completely lost it from there. But Mari had, surprisingly , been there for her. The two girls hadn’t talked much before the crash ─── okay, like at all, It was expected. Natalie was punk and kind of a loner, she wasn’t afraid to admit, yet Mari was popular. She had endless friends and was known by almost everyone like Jackie was .
Natalie wasn’t sure what to do with herself that night, she found herself reminiscing as the girls ─── monsters, that’s what they were ─── sat around the fire, the darkness of the night encircling them in a rage of fire. It was supposed to keep them warm, yet Natalie couldn’t feel colder.
Mari sat next to her, and she said what she did to was wrong ─── like Natalie needed to hear that more, she knew how much she fucked up, but she also knew it was the right thing to do for the guy she cared about who was struggling. Yes, Mari was disappointed, but she talked to her with such softness that it felt like understanding, awareness ─── to let her know she was there with her, that Natalie wasn’t alone.
Strangely, it made her feel better.
That’s how Natalie found herself escaping their campground, which was starting to feel more like a prison as the winter crept towards them. She had caught a glimpse of hope ─── after screaming at Misty for destroying the fucking emergency transmitter in the beginning ─── but she had helped her escape ─── while everyone had been sleeping. The sun was going to rise soon anyway, so she’d only have around an hour of darkness to the point of the mountaintop she was headed to.
She’d called and called and sat there for hours , shivering her skin off, until a man answered and she ran back alerting the team they were going to get rescued.
In the midst of it all, despite Shauna screaming at everyone, holding people she thought she’d called friends at gunpoint (even Lotte), Natalie caught Mari’s gaze from across the camp, beside Akiliah and Travis. Even Travis’s eyes softened, with a longing for a relationship that was there, but passed ─── just a memory.
Natalie’s and Mari’s would only begin. Their memories of each other, their talks during the night, started at the end. The end of the traumatizing path in the forest, they could see behind it and start with that fire, crackling in the night as their slow breaths mangled into soft puffs showing in the cold winter breeze.
No one deep down wanted to board that plane, not after what happened.
Especially Shauna.
When rescue arrived, even Lottie had sat Shauna down to talk, wearing the clothes she kept when she landed – a sign of remembrance of the girls they used to be, but couldn’t find again.
It barely worked, they had to drag her onto the plane , although, at least she had been more fucking willing this time. The craziest thing that’s happened in a while was ignoring the rescue team the first time because of her fucking psycho fad.
Nothing but the sounds of the plane whooshed through Natalie’s ears, in and out the other ─── like a fever dream. As if no time had passed at all, and Natalie’s blinked and been through it all.
She’s fucking lived through every deep breath, every drop of blood in the snow, every breakdown, every piece of───
She made it, but why her?
They were leaving a part of their team ─── their team was their joy, their whole life. Natalie’s stomach sinks, as she watches the trees fly behind her, blinded by resentment and disbelief to fully comprehend she’s inches in the air from what would be the start of her nineteen-month dread, in the depths of hell they called the fucking forest .
Or “it,” whatever that meant.
The other girl's fists were clenched yet Shauna’s were folded in her lap, looking forward, dead. Her eyes were dead , like instead of half, the Shauna Natalie used to know disappeared.
Natalie blinked, hands shaking as she quickly looked around, finding Mari and Akilah sitting together two rows behind her. She smiled seeing the two whisper, like they were talking about something important as if anything could be right now.
The plane just felt empty, and lonely.
And Natalie counted every fucking second until they landed ─── if they landed.
And they did .
She’s stepping down from their private plane, onto the hard concrete ─── fuck, she was looking at a building , the airport .
And more people she’s seen in a group in two years .
She looked around the crowd, seeing Mari in front of her, she was bawling her eyes out while trying to cover her face from the harsh camera flashes and questions stabbed towards them.
She was squished beside her, and without thinking, she reached for her hand, her heart stopping when the cool touch of Mari’s interlinks with hers.
Her heart thunders and blocks out every fucking new reporter there was, and if that would do it, maybe she’d hold Mari Ibarra’s hand forever. They were really soft, how could they be so soft?
They returned to school after that ─── college . Everyone was rallying behind on their paths of what they used to want, and Natalie was at the fucking deep end.
Lottie was the first to be admitted to the mental hospital, and even she didn’t want any visitors.
Natalie looked at the phone on the wall, it was screaming her name in the room that didn’t feel like hers, the one that held too much nostalgia for a time Natalie wished she could go back to despite how shitty her house had been.
It didn’t help that Travis hadn’t tried to see or call her ever since they landed either.
She remembers the soft touch of Mari Ibarra, how her eyes still gleamed with humour and hope despite their situation. How she gave hope to Natalie, talking about her past and everything she wished to do once they got rescued months before the possibility.
Her support .
That’s all Natalie needed right now.
She threw the pack of cigarettes off her nightstand, took one last puff of the cigar she held and threw it out the open window, into the cool fall air.
Her heart sped up at the thought of winter.
The phone rang too long for her liking, too long for her sanity.
“Hello?”
“Oh my god, Mari.” Natalie gasped, almost a whisper, she couldn’t help a relieved smile spread over her lips, someone fucking would talk to her.
“Nat! How are you?” She sounded better. Even though it was dumb to ask, Natalie appreciated her question, biting her cheek as she ruffled her hair, deciding to keep her natural brown. She didn’t want to be the girl she missed, because it would be fake, a lie.
But she chopped it short the night she got home.
“I ─── I don’t know.” She sighed into the phone. “The truth is, it’s been shitty. I haven’t gotten into any college yet, and no one’s fucking talking about anything . All I know is any news reporters who asked questions keep hearing the same thing and ─── yeah , it feels so fucking staged, what if───”
“Nat.”
Her heart stopped. “Hm?” She hummed.
“Come over to my place.” She spoke hesitantly yet Natalie couldn’t mistake the urge in her voice, for how genuine she was. She spent two years straight with her after all.
“And where would that be, exactly?” Natalie smirked, leaning against the wall before she moved to her closet, already grabbing her black zip-up hoodie. Something that felt safe .
The question felt weird, but not at the same time. How close the girls became felt thrilling for Natalie, an invitation of unsure proximity between Mari, she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Would it be awkward seeing her after months? Would it feel like no time passed and Mari could be her lifeline?
“I live in a dorm now, Eastern International College.” She sighed, stopping for a moment. “I don’t know how I managed, but I think I needed to get out of my house, y’know? A change from everything I used to know.”
Natalie nodded, as if Mari could see her. “ Yeah , I know.”
More silence.
“See you soon?” Mari quickly asked, it felt rushed and Mari’s and Natalie’s nerves flowed through the line.
Natalie was halfway out of her room. “Wouldn’t miss it, Ibarra.”
Natalie managed to find the dorm rooms around campus, but Mari was waiting for her outside the building. She looked at the girl from the parking lot, dark hair blowing in the wind. It was shiny, different. But Natalie never found anything wrong before in the wilderness, nothing was ever wrong with her.
That life was a part of them, as much as Natalie wanted to forget.
Natalie slowly smiled as she reached Mari with a wave. The girl jumped up, reminding Natalie of her enthusiasm before the crash, and how friendly and caring she was despite the various rumours that spread about her. Legend told her Mari Ibarra could also be a bitch, when she wanted to.
She never saw much of that.
They awkwardly hugged ─── Natalie was paranoid that if Mari could feel her heart racing, why? ─── it was the fact they were face to face in a fucking school like everything was supposed to be, yet nothing belonged at all.
Her dorm was small but cozy. She didn’t have a dorm mate yet, but she told her she wanted to keep it that way.
“No one wanted to be roomies with me anyway.” Mari sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed raised scarily high off the ground. Sleeping in a bed was the first thing Natalie had to get used to.
“Fuck ‘em’ then.” Natalie scoffed, looking around at the floral padded blankets and vintage posters scattered along the wall. It reminded her of Jackie’s room when they partied at her house as a team.
She wouldn’t dare let a tear fall.
Mari looked at her, nodding as she saw her examining her space. “Just tried to make it feel like me, but it doesn’t.”
Natalie nodded. “I know.”
Mari chuckled softly to herself. “Honestly, you should just room with me at this point.”
If Natalie was speechless before, she sure was now. She opened her mouth, about to say something───
“Sorry, jokes ─── um, I don’t know, since you haven’t gotten in anywhere I thought maybe you’d apply or───”
Natalie smiled teasingly. “Don’t worry, Mar. I know you’d like to see more of me.”
The girl looked down quickly, stifling a laugh as they snickered. Natalie was intrigued by their vibe and the closeness of the room, like the walls were caving in, bringing them closer. She didn’t even know if Mari had liked any girl before because she’d only ever heard of the crazy rumours about the few guys she’d dated. Everyone made her out to be some sort of slut, it pissed Natalie off.
They just had to get to know her .
“Maybe that’s true,” Mari admitted, testing the waters ─── testing Natalie’s reaction, yet her soft smile told her everything she needed.
Her gaze lingered on Mari’s face, on the faint scar near her temple, the way her lashes fluttered when she looked away like she was flustered from their proximity, which was unusual for the confidence running through her. The winter wind brushed against the dorm window, rattling it lightly, and for the first time in weeks, maybe months, Natalie didn’t feel like she had to say something sharp to fill the silence.
She just sat in it with her. They didn’t need to speak, each growing minute feeling like a layer of warm blankets stacked on top of her, cozy, warm ─── safe .
“I don’t even know who I am anymore,” Mari said suddenly, voice low. “It’s like I came back but left someone behind me. I know I was always talking about what I would do if we got back, and I know the world hasn’t changed much but it feels like I've missed decades.”
“Loss can be change,” Natalie replied, rubbing her arm as she went to sit against the wall, rather than on the edge of the bed.
Mari’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, searching yet unsure ─── hopeful in that way that made Natalie’s breath catch in her throat. Everything clicked, like all those late-night conversations by the fire, the whispered words when they thought the others were asleep ─── it wasn’t nothing . It was never nothing, like how they each individually thought they were.
“You think she’s still in there?” Mari whispered.
The walls were caving in.
Natalie scooted a little closer on the bed, letting their knees bump, electricity seeping through her veins ─── it was new, yet exciting. Her fingers brushed over Mari’s again ─── light and gentle, but steady to comfort he
“I think she’s sitting right in front of me.”
Mari smiled so big, Natalie’s stomach fluttered .
“You can stay here tonight, if y’know, you can’t go back home. Or, until you figure out what you wanna do next?” Mari suggested, not moving her knee against hers.
Natalie stared at her for a beat, emotions roiling under her skin like wildfire. “And what if I don’t know what’s next?”
Mari’s smile was sad but kind ─── something Natalie recognized too well, through the cracks of her bedroom mirror. “Then we’ll figure it out.”
Natalie breathed out a laugh, shaky. “You really want me as a roommate then, huh?”
“I want you,” Mari blurted before she could stop herself. Natalie’s cheeks heat. They just breathed unsteadily ─── quiet breaths that mingled in the inches between them, the world narrowing down to the dorm room and the bed.
Just them.
“You know,” Mari started slowly. “I used to think about this back then when everything was falling apart.”
Natalie’s eyebrows rose gently, her voice quiet and cracked. “About what?”
She knew god damn what she meant.
Mari’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind Natalie’s ear, fingers trembling just a little. “What it would feel like...if you ever looked at me like this.”
Natalie exhaled, like the weight of it all ─── the forest, the blood, the silence finally slipped off her shoulders.
“I didn’t know if I’d ever get to. I didn’t know if you even saw me at all if you liked girls at all or───” she whispered back. “I didn’t even think I’d get out.”
“But you did,” Natalie whispered, as if she wasn’t in the present like her mind had drifted elsewhere and Natalie didn’t like that it wouldn’t be on her. She too had noticed how gorgeous Mari was, even when they landed. Despite the nineteen months, she somehow stayed gorgeous.
“I did.” She agreed, voice steady for once, confident now.
Natalie sees the pools of dark brown hues in her eyes, reflecting through the shady window behind them, like she’s looking into the depths of her soul, searching for any hurt she endured that she could fight, break ─── save her from because she couldn’t save herself.
Their lips met, soft and hesitant like a question. Natalie grasped the soft curve of her jaw, and like her hands her cheek was softer, melding with her hand as she graced her thumb against it.
Mari kissed back in soft answer, like maybe they could have something after all this, something that wasn’t just trauma bonding or survival or pretending.
The two pulled back, connecting gazes again. It was short and sweet and everything the two imagined tasting on each other’s lips, when they were not covered in grime and dirt and being disgusting in the wilderness.
So as Natalie breathed, Mari’s floral scent invades all her senses, bringing her into a sweet high she didn’t want to come down from ─── this electricity that formed between them.
Without question, they slump against Mari’s pillow, standing upright, shoulder to shoulder, Natalie’s head tilting into the crevice where every breath that used to feel like a chore, met with flowers and comfort.
Mari Ibarra.
“Nat?” Mari asked, so soft, Natalie barely heard it through the vibrations through her chest, inches away from her face. “Do you think we deserve this? To be happy?”
Did they? After everything they went through, everyone who had searched for them in the first few months decided they ‘ didn’t deserve to go as they did. ‘
That’s before everything. They didn’t know shit that happened out there, and what was so fucked up, was the fact that they probably never would. That secret was buried deep in Mari and Natalie’s beating hearts.
The hearts that could beat for each other, through a bond they developed like no other, entwined of secrets and understanding no other person in the world could match.
So Mari could hold her hand a little longer, Natalie’s heart thundering through every bad voice scratching her brain.
Because her hands were so soft.
Like the people they used to be.
yellowjackets masterlist
something something, in a no plane crash universe, mari and nat getting to be soft gfs, mari getting teased for being an absolute simp for nat, nat being so observant of mari and her moods, bringing her a blue raspberry slushy whenever she’s having a bad day. nat being completely wrapped up in mari’s yellow hoodie, refusing to give it back, nat giving mari her leather jacket when she’s cold at a party. i just need fics of these two being cute together i don’t give a shit if it’s a crackship
people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own
THE RAVEN AND BELLAMY REVEAL IN RAGING FIRE WAS SOOOOO GOOODDDD
like the transition teasing to self doubt and fighting was amazing i reread the whole section like three times and then just kinda sat there afterwards digesting before catching up with the rest of the updates
(and also i’m so excited to see murphy and reese’s dynamic develop)
ahh tysm for the feedback i really appreciate it!!
- yess i’m equally excited to write it they’re one of my favourite friendships reese will have!
first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...
10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds
The fandom keep throwing rocks at you btw, you just get better at dodging
- imaging reader getting annoyed from bellamy calling her “princess” every change he gets; knowing it annoys her. she flips the switch and starts calling him princess as well.
bellamy x fem!reader
cw: bloody injury, teasing, fluff
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you and bellamy were out in the forest scouting new territory when you came across a waterfall
“hey! look, a waterfall!”
you say as your shoes splash into the creek water; your legs jumping from rock to rock—running towards the waterfall.
“hey- be careful.“ bellamy says in a stern tone
you look behind your shoulder, looking at him laughing playfully.
“quit that. you’re gonna get hurt princess.”
your roll your eyes.
“hey watch ou-“ bellamy says urgently—as you trip over a rock and fall face first into the water.
——
you gasp—emerging from the water as bellamy grabs your shoulders; pulling you to shore.
you catch your breath before speaking.
“shit.”
you say as you touch your hand to your forehead—seeing that there’s blood.
“that hurt.” you wince.
“maybe listen to me next time princess.”
you roll your eyes. “i’ve told you to stop calling me that.”
you push him off you and stand up.
your leg hurts like hell—barely able to hold yourself up.
you catch bellamy’s eyes looking you up and down.
——
“your leg.” bellamy says, concerned.
“what about it” you respond, knowing you won’t admit your leg is in pain. stubbornly not wanting to admit he was right—that you should’ve been more careful.
bellamy speaks.
“you’re not putting any weight on it. meaning, your legs in pain.” “and i’m guessing; you’re not gonna admit that to me.”
you roll your eyes once again. “i can walk perfectly fine, thank you.”
bellamy crosses his arms.
“take a few steps then.”
——
you’re too cocky to admit you can’t, but won’t accept defeat. you take a few steps—trying your hardest to not limp.
it did not work.
in fact, you literally fell again.
——
bellamy chuckles. “that was ironic.”
“shut up blake.”
before you can speak further, bellamy bends down to pick you up—carrying you bridal style
“BELLAMY-“
“put me down!” you say as you flail your legs, trying to escape.
“quit flailing. i’m trying to help you princess.”
“i don’t need your help!” you shout.
“and for the love of god, STOP calling me that.”
“whatever you say..”
“princess”.
you continue flailing as bellamy laughs.
——
bellamy continues to carry you all the way back to camp; finally reaching your tent.
bellamy sets you down inside—grabbing bandages to wrap your leg.
he lifts up your pant leg gently, disinfecting the wound, and wrapping it.
you watch him bandage you. you’d normally complain but this time there was a softness to his touch.
he does the same thing to the cut on your forehead; disinfecting and bandaging.
——
bellamy finishes up and speaks;
“there you go princess.”
your slight smile drops. looking at him in annoyment.
before you could bicker back, someone outside the tent yells for bellamy; needing his assistance at the gate.
——
bellamy looks over his shoulder towards the sound—before looking back at you.
“rest.” he says sternly.
“if i see you walking on that leg before it’s healed, you’re banned from walks of scouting territory.”
you roll your eyes.
——
someone outside the tent shouts for bellamy— again.
bellamy turns around; looking annoyed.
“I’LL BE THERE IN A SECOND.”
bellamy sighs; turning back towards you.
you smirk.
“better get out there, princess.” you say.
bellamy looks at you in disbelief—
you snicker, watching him scoff in shock—smile on his face, walking out the tent.
Bellamy Blake x Reader
Summary: You and Bellamy Blake have never gotten along. You argue, you bicker, and you swear you can’t stand each other. So when you get injured and he insists on carrying you back to camp, you’d rather crawl than let him. Naturally, he ignores you.
warnings: twisted ankle, bridal carrying, bickering, teasing
Part 1
If someone asked you who on the entire godforsaken Earth you least wanted to be stranded in the woods with, the answer was easy.
Bellamy Blake.
And yet?
Here you were.
With a twisted ankle.
And him.
Glaring down at you with all the exasperation of a man who clearly wished you weren’t his problem.
“Seriously?” Bellamy huffed, arms crossed. “What is it with you and getting yourself into these situations?”
You scowled up at him. “Oh, I’m so sorry I forgot to ask the ground not to be uneven.”
Bellamy rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable.”
You gritted your teeth, inhaled sharply, and forced yourself to stand.
Pain shot through your ankle so fast you almost bit your tongue off.
Bellamy caught you before you could collapse.
And that?
That was almost worse than the pain.
Because now you were in his arms, half-draped against his chest, with his hands on you, steady and warm.
And you?
You hated it.
Absolutely hated it.
Bellamy smirked. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
You glared. “Let go of me.”
“Nope.”
“Bellamy—”
Before you could even finish, he bent down, grabbed you, and scooped you up.
Your brain short-circuited.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Carrying you, obviously.”
“Put me down!”
“Not happening.”
“Bellamy!”
“You can’t walk.” Bellamy adjusted his grip, effortlessly securing you against his chest. “And I am not dragging your stubborn ass all the way back to camp.”
You flailed. “I will kill you in your sleep.”
Bellamy laughed. “Try it, princess.”
You gasped. “Do not call me that!”
Bellamy smirked, already walking. “Whatever you say, princess.”
The walk back to camp was agony.
Not because of your ankle—no, that would have been bearable.
It was him.
And the way he held you.
Like it wasn’t a burden. Like you weren’t a burden.
And that?
That annoyed you.
Because you didn’t want that.
Didn’t want him.
Didn’t want the stupid way your heart kept doing things it shouldn’t every time he adjusted his grip.
But he was so warm.
And his arms were so steady.
And maybe, just maybe, you let yourself lean into him. Just a little.
“Enjoying yourself?” Bellamy drawled, and you instantly regretted everything.
You shoved at his chest. “I hate you.”
“Sure you do.”
You scowled. “If you drop me, I will haunt you.”
Bellamy smirked. “Noted.”
By the time you reached camp, you were tired.
Not just from the injury—no, that would’ve been too easy.
It was the bickering.
The arguing.
The fact that, despite all of it, Bellamy still hadn’t let you go.
And worse?
You weren’t sure you wanted him to.
But then, just as he reached your tent, he finally set you down on your cot.
And the second he did?
You felt cold.
You swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly. “You’re, uh… still holding me.”
Bellamy didn’t let go.
Didn’t move at all.
And then—slowly, deliberately—his hands slid away.
The moment shattered.
Bellamy cleared his throat, stepping back too fast. “Try not to get yourself killed for at least twenty-four hours.”
You scowled, grabbing the nearest pillow and hurling it at his head.
Bellamy laughed, ducking away.
But right before he left?
He hesitated.
Glanced back at you.
And for the briefest second, he almost looked like he wanted to say something.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
Leaving you completely breathless.
