⋆ ℐ 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺. ℐ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. Chérine Fontaine was no saint. No matter how hard she tried, she always ended up with dirty hands, caught between guilt and the desire to do the right thing. She didn't believe in purity, or happy endings, but she did believe in people. In their ability to change, to redeem themselves, to be better if someone looked at them the right way, and people often confused that with weakness. If she had to break, she would rather do it with love than let the world make her cruel. Natalie Scatorccio never asked to be saved. She didn't believe in redemption, or second chances, or love as something clean and unconditional. But if Chérine was a problem without a solution, Natalie was no better. She didn't know how to let go either. She had grown up surrounded by empty promises and lies disguised as affection. And yet, against all logic, she believed in Chérine. Their love was never meant to be easy. It was found in stolen moments, in whispered confessions, in the reckless kind of devotion that burned too bright to last. It lived in the ordinary-the shared cigarettes, the quiet laughter, the way their hands always found each other-and in the tragedy, in the blood and hunger, in the choices that hurt more than they healed. Because love wasn't just about happiness. It was about holding on, even when the world tried to pull them apart. Natalie Scatorccio x fem!oc 7ngelscurse © yoko

ALL ROADS POINT TO DEATH AT THE END "Natalie Scatorccio, I'd let you eat me whole." "Really? Bones and all?" where eden martinez is natalie scatorccio's salvation season 1 - 3 natalie scatorccio x fem!oc yellowjackets fanfiction

☆୨୧ꨄ✦ 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 #𝟏: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐜𝐨-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 #𝟐: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 #𝟑: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞. [ 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 ] [ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ] [ 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ] [ 𝐠𝐱𝐠 ] [ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ]

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 ࣷ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠. ࣸ Jean Baron is known for assisting the Wiskayok High School nurse in every soccer practice, including ᅳand mostlyᅳ the girls soccer team. She also sells drugs from time to time, but that's something only Natalie Scatorccio knows about. Like other many parts of Jean that she doesn't let anyone see. Not anymore, at least. Jean knows it's her fault that she's stranded there. After all, she was never supposed to be in that plane. ↳ 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑂𝑐

𝗦𝗨𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦 ❛ sun bleached flies sitting in the windowsill ❜ in which maddyn wolfe's life is forever changed when her and her teammates plane to nationals crashes in the canadian wilderness ! natalie scatorccio x fem!oc season one - season four © -officiallyobsessed- 2025

❝a pomegranate doesn't have to be messy, if you know how to take care of one❞ 🃁natalie scatorccio x fem oc🂾 𐂂yellowjackets!

A fome queimava em seu estômago, enquanto seus pés descalços vagavam pela terra úmida. O frio cortava sua pele como lâminas invisíveis, fazendo seu corpo tremer descontroladamente. Seus cabelos desgrenhados se agitavam ao vento, refletindo seu estado: uma alma à deriva, exausta e faminta. Abraçou-se numa tentativa vã de reter o pouco calor que ainda A restava. Então, passos. O som ecoou pela floresta silenciosa, e antes que pudesse reagir, uma dor lancinante rasgou sua coxa esquerda. Um grito escapou de sua garganta ao ver a flecha fincada em sua carne, o sangue escorrendo quente contra o frio implacável. Com a força que ainda lhe sobrava, ela correu. Ramo após ramo arranhava sua pele, espinhos rasgavam sua carne, mas nada importava além de fugir. O medo pulsava em suas veias, tão feroz quanto o frio que mordia seus ossos. Olhou para trás-sombras se moviam entre as árvores. Estava cercada. De repente, o chão cedeu. Seu corpo despencou na armadilha, madeira afiada cravando-se em sua pele. O impacto roubou o ar de seus pulmões, e a dor a envolveu como um abraço cruel. O sangue quente escorria pelos espinhos, tingindo o solo sob si. Tentou respirar, mas o frio já havia reclamado seu corpo. Seus lábios arroxeados entreabriram-se num último suspiro... e então, silêncio. Ela estava morta. Acima dela, duas figuras a observavam em silêncio. Seus olhos se encontraram brevemente, um deles claramente irritado enquanto puxava o cadáver inerte da armadilha. Isso não era para ter acontecido assim. A noite os envolvia, cúmplice do destino selado.

Natalie Scatorccio nunca confiou em garotas populares; especialmente em Christine, a nova líder de torcida que parece ter a escola inteira aos pés. Mas quando por interesses em comum, Christine troca os jogos do time masculino para torcer pelas Yellowjackets e as duas acabam forçadas a conviver, o desprezo vira tensão. Em meio a provocações, segredos e uniformes suados, Natalie e Christine vão descobrir que o verdadeiro jogo acontece fora do campo, e que amar alguém pode ser tão perigoso quanto odiar.

I want to be bruised by God, I want to be entered and picked clean. Yellowjackets Oc./Natalie Scatorccio © gayforlilyrosedepp, 2024

Oh, to be loved, to be consumed, to be something someone could never forget, even after chewing through the bones. Natalie Scatorccio † Yellowjackets rottinantlers © 2025