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about that…

The urge to go here and post about how much I miss lottielee hitting me every damn second.

lottielee is the best ship argue with the wall

“waiting for you, to tie my shoes.”

tie my shoes nat scatorccio fem reader

♪ tie my shoes, beabadoobee

this is how tomorrow moves masterlist

masterlist / yellowjackets masterlist

about. you love natalie, but you aren’t sure if she loves you back

warnings. blood, death, angst, sadness yellowjackets spoilers (for season three episode six)

Just by looking at her you knew you were in love.

You thought at first that you only liked her because you were stranded in the wilderness and she was the only one who had seemed to catch your eye, but it turned out to be more than that. You love everything about Natalie Scatorccio.

You loved her dyed blonde hair that was slowly turning brunette again.

You loved the curve of her lips that you wanted to kiss so badly.

You loved everything about her. You realised eventually that you loved her even way before the crash, you just didn’t realise it.

You caught yourself getting flustered just by her presence. When her eyes locked with yours you felt like your entire body was on fire.

When she was passing out orders to the other yellowjackets her eyes would meet yours, and you swore you felt something pass between the two of you. But that faded away when Natalie looked the other way, not noticing your saddened expression as she made herself busy with a task.

You hoped that maybe, just maybe that she felt the same, that she wanted her lips on yours —

“Hey,” You snapped out of your trance to see Melissa stood in front of you, you almost rolled your eyes but didn’t because you didn’t want Shauna to cut your limbs off. “Natalie put you on Coach Scott duty.” You raised your eyebrow at her words.

“Why me?” You ask.

Melissa shrugs, “She probably trusts you more than anyone else.” She said casually, not waiting for your reply as she walked away. You stare at her retreating figure, her words passing through your head.

Natalie trusted you?

You shake off any of those thoughts, stopping yourself from getting distracted as you make your way over to where Coach currently was, with the animals.

He scoffs when he sees you instead of Natalie.

You lean down to his level, holding a plate of food.

“You have to eat, Coach.” You push the plate on the ground towards him, urging him to eat it, but he just pushes it away.

He ignores your words, “Nat sent you, huh?”

You hesitantly nod, “I don’t want you to die, Coach.” You push the plate back to him, “Eat.” You say more strictly this time.

You go to walk away but Coach stops you in your tracks. “You need to tell her how you feel.” You turn back around to look at him.

You act clueless, but you knew exactly what he was on about. “What are you talking about?” You ask, exasperated.

He rolls his eyes, “You know exactly who I’m talking about,” He then says your name. “She needs you more than ever right now.”

You frown at his words as you walk back over to him, now sitting in front of him again. “How do you know?” You ask shyly, looking around as if everyone was listening in, but no one was and they wouldn’t be able to anyway considering you were both speaking at a quiet level.

“It’s obvious” He says your name again, “I’ve seen it before all of this. As your coach, nothing goes unnoticed.” You swallow the lump in your throat as you stand up again, walking away without a word. You were overwhelmed with what he said. Was it that obvious? Did everyone else notice it?

Coach was dead by the hands of Natalie.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel sad. All you felt was sorrow for Natalie. You knew her and Coach were close.

The rest of the Yellowjackets were shouting at her, mostly the shouting being Misty, but she seemed so out of it. Coach’s blood on her face as she stares off. She ignores the shouts of the rest of the team and simply walks into where she slept in the camp.

You hesitated to follow her, not sure if she wanted the company but you followed her anyway. She needed assurance that not everyone was mad at her.

Firstly you grabbed a small bucket of water and a cloth, before walking to the ‘door’ of where Natalie

currently was, knocking quietly on the side of it.

She looks up, dazed before sighing. “If you’re here to yell at me, I don’t wanna hear it.” She told you.

You shake your head, “I’m not here to do that.” You assured softly as you hesitated to sit in front of her, placing the bucket and cloth next to you. You look at her hands and her bloodied face as you grab the cloth and dip it in the water. “Can I?” You asked, not wanting to push boundaries. She nodded, her eyes foggy.

Natalie watches you as you take her hand in yours, gliding the cloth along it, cleaning her hands, but no matter how much you cleaned them her hands will never be clean. Coach’s blood will always be on them.

You then move to her face, hesitating once again as you dab the wet cloth on her face, one hand holding the material and the other holding her chin. You didn’t notice her breath hitch as you did this, considering your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.

You get Coach’s blood off of her face, muttering, “All done.” You go to move backwards, giving her personal space back but Nat didn’t seem to want that. She grabs your hands with her hands that were previously bloody, and pulls you back closer.

She whispered a small thank you, you felt her breath on your face due to your close proximity. You almost never heard her due to your heartbeat in your ears.

The blood rushed to your cheeks, as you both stared into eachothers eyes, waiting on who was going to make the first move.

Natalie makes the first move, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face.

She then bumps her nose with yours, her watery eyes looking into yours as if she was asking if you wanted this. You nodded slightly, Natalie wasting no time to meet your lips, you tasted her salty tears that were now streaming down her face.

You pull back slowly, Nat tries to chase your lips but you put your hands on her face, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks. “Are you okay?” You ask, concern etched on your features.

Her eyes meet yours, her lip trembling as more tears find their way down her cheeks. She shakes her head as she shakily manages to reply to you. “No, but I will be.” Her hands find yours on her face, closing her eyes at your touch.

#NOTES

sorry if this isnt great but i wanted to write for yellowjackets 🙏

please do not repost my work

ur telling me it was frogs fucking.

yellowjackets fans who don't fuck with taivan are the weakest links. you all will see two skinny feminine white girls stand next to each other and wax poetic about how much they mean to each other and their beautiful homoerotic longing but the moment there's a canonical lesbian relationship between a black woman and her butch girlfriend suddenly you don't give a fuck. "Oh, but tai cheated on her wife.." THEY EAT PEOPLE!!! THEY'RE ALL MURDERERS!!!! WHY ARE WE POLICING THEIR MORALS SIT DOWN AND ENJOY THE TOXICITY LIKE THE REST OF US!!!