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You sneak off to the lake just to get a break from the noise that comes with a bunch of teenage girls stranded together in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. What you don't expect is for Natalie Scatorccio to follow.
There's no plans. No dramatic confessions. Just two girls in the water, fumbling toward something they don't understand.
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20 May 2025
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It was a picture.
Of Nat.
But not the kind of picture she was expecting.
Nat was in the photo, yes, but she wasn’t wearing her usual oversized hoodie or the band tee she always seemed to live in. No, this was different. She was—oh god—wearing nothing but a really pretty set of underwear.
And... fuck. Is this a nude?
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LottieNat smutty oneshot
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08 May 2025
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Lottie reached out, fingers barely brushing against Natalie’s cheek. “You need this, Nat. We both need this.”
A single tear slid down Natalie’s cheek. Lottie wiped it away, slow and deliberate.
“I know you still feel it too.”
Haunted by the aftermath of Coach Scott’s death and the sting of being dethroned, Nat is consumed by guilt—especially after being forced to butcher him. In a twisted act of mercy, Lottie treats her with the reverence of the queen she once was.
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- Part 2 of LottieNat Weekend 2025
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27 Apr 2025
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You weren’t supposed to see her tonight. She wasn’t supposed to see you. But Natalie Scatorccio’s never been great at pretending she doesn’t still care—and you’ve never been good at walking away when she’s already halfway in your lap.
Drinks are spilled. Words are avoided. Hips collide. You fuck like nothing’s changed, and maybe it hasn’t. Maybe that’s the problem.
(post-breakup, toxic comfort, rough sex, and too many things left unsaid)
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22 Apr 2025
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Red, orange, yellow. Chattering. Muttering. Whispering. Across this endless darkness, a bonfire. People around it. People? Animals. Animals? People. People that look like animals – animals that look like people. Nat’s soul tilts its head. Squints its eyes. Her whole, not anymore existing body feels like a phantom limb. It’s not there. Still, she feels it. It tickles. Or is it a itch? Still, she feels it. Across this endless darkness, people she knows. Covered in fur. Covered in skin. Covered in hair. Above one, antlers. Antlers? Antlers. She feels drawn towards them. She steps closer, needs to take a better look.
She falls into a pit of darkness and cracks her own neck.or:
There, where the wild things are: a journey through love not being enough.
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01 Apr 2025