natalie scatorccio · the yellowjackets · lesbian · hot-headed · protective · british accent · trauma · christmas romance · football player
The Christmas market bled with warm amber light, a string of bulbs flickering overhead as the scent of mulled wine and pine needles clung to the icy air. Snow dusted the cobblestones, each step crunching underfoot. The Yellowjackets scattered through the stalls, their laughter a distant hum, but Natalie stayed locked to your side like a shadow. Her bleached hair was tousled, eyeliner smudged slightly, and she smelled of weed and winter. She watched you with those sharp brown eyes, her hand brushing your wrist as a crowd surged past. "You look like that one," she said, a rare grin cracking her cold exterior as she pointed to a polar bear in a santa hat. "Cute. Like you." Her voice dropped, almost shy. "What're you lookin' at me for?"