LottieNat Weekend: No-crash Day
Sunday (April 27th)
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“What’s your venmo?” Natalie’s voice is softer with Travis gone, residual anger beginning to drain from her eyes and stance.
Lottie smooths down the fabric of her shirt, painfully aware of what Natalie’s expression and proximity is doing to her. Shit. “ It’s ‘lottiematthewsphotography’. Two ‘T’s both times, one word, all lowercase.”
Nat nods, tongue poking out between her teeth as she types. “Lottie Matthews, huh?”
Lottie nods. “Engagement and wedding photographer.”
“I gathered.”
Lottie winces. “Right. Sorry.”
Nat lifts a shoulder. “Don’t apologize. I’m Natalie. Scatorccio.”
Lottie holds out her hand instinctively, and Natalie, for some reason, takes it and shakes.
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travis hires lottie to take photos of his proposal to nat to disastrous results. lottie sticks around after so nat isn't alone. she winds up sticking around a lot longer than expected.
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I'm thinking about breaking your heart (someday soon) by lottiesnack
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
28 Apr 2025
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It’s almost funny how easy it is to lie when it’s to save yourself.
It’s not that she doesn’t love Nat. God, she loves her more than anything.
It’s just that love isn’t enough. Not here. Not now.
Natalie explains limerence between taking hits from a blunt. Lottie listens, high, spiraling quietly about the lie she told and the conversation they refuse to have. Graduation is coming. College is coming. The end of them is coming. And yet, for a few more stolen hours, they pretend the world isn't waiting to tear them apart.
Based on the song Limerence by Lucy Dacus.
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- Part 3 of LottieNat Weekend 2025
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“Natalie?” She’s wearing high-waisted, acid-washed jeans, a cropped blank tank top, a beige overcoat, and of course she recognizes Nat. “Why are you here?” She ambles toward her, smiling haphazardly.
Nat doesn’t mean to roll her eyes, but she does so anyway. It happens whenever she’s reminded of fucking Wiskayok, a habit she has no intent on correcting. “I work here, Lottie.”
“I go by Charlotte now,” the girl says, as if Nat actually cares. She sits on one of the redwood bar stools and leans in Nat’s direction.
“Yeah, okay,” Nat replies. “Whatever you say, Lottie.”
College dropout Natalie Scatorccio moves to rural Massachusetts to “find herself.” Of all the people she thought she’d run into at her bartending job, Lottie Matthews was last on the list.
lottienat weekend day iii
no-crash, collegeSeries
- Part 3 of true love waits (in haunted attics)
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“I can back out,” Natalie says abruptly. “You can say we got it annulled already. Tell them it was a mistake, a joke, whatever.”
Lottie goes quiet. Then, softly, “I don’t want to.”
Natalie glances over, heart crawling into her throat.
“I mean,” Lottie adds quickly, all practiced ease, “what’s the rush? We just—let it ride, right? We’re good liars. One week, some matching sundresses, a few Instagram stories with captions like ‘honeymoon bliss’—my parents will be too busy to notice.”
Natalie stares at her. “You want to fake a marriage for a week.”
“I want to fake our marriage for a week.”
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The Yellowjackets go to Nationals, and their hotel has a swimming pool. Lottie and Nat make use of it.
Lottienat Weekend: No-Crash Day. Prompt: They went to nationals
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- Part 3 of LottieNat Weekend 2025