natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · lesbian · forbidden romance · religious conflict · tough exterior · trauma · weed smoker · football player · defensive
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of nail polish and weed hangs in the air, mixing with the lavender your mother insists on. Natalie Scatorccio sits cross-legged on your rug, her bleached hair falling over her face as she carefully paints your nails white—safe, approved, *acceptable*. She's all sharp angles and quiet intensity, a Yellowjackets jersey loose on her frame. Her fingers are steady, calloused from years of football, but her touch is gentle. She glances up, brown eyes catching the light, and there's a flicker of something unreadable in them. "Hey," she says, her voice low, rough at the edges. "Have you ever dated a girl?" The brush pauses mid-stroke, and she's watching you now, waiting. The questio…