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What is up broski id like to place an order for some fluffy sfw lottienat with a side of hurt/comfort, sneaking through windows and definitely cuddles đ
not Natâs day
In which Nat really shouldâve skipped class, because now she has Lottie worried.
a/n: my bestie [redacted] requested this like a really long time ago and here it is FINALLY!!! itâs kinda short but iâm really happy with it so idc lol
pairing: Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, depression, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, lottie is a good girlfriend
pls donât be scared to send pairing reqs i ship everyone !! i love writing this kind of stuff !!
no nsfw content here, youâre good to go đ¤đ¤
Nat regretted everything.
Maybe not everything, truly, but almost.
She regretted waking up, and even more than that, she regretted getting out of bed.
She couldâve rolled over and gone back to sleep.
But no, sheâd gotten up and put on real clothes (as real as bleach-stained jeans and a ratty t-shirt could be considered) and forced herself along the sidewalk to school.
There wasnât anything wrong, per se, some days just felt heavier than others. Like someone had taken their hand and patted her on the back too hard, knocking the wind out of her and making her bones shift on their sockets.
It just wasnât Natalieâs day.
And Lottie knew that.
Of course she did. She always did.
You canât spend hours mapping every expression on a personâs face and not realize when something shifts behind their eyes.
So when Lottieâs gaze fell on Natalie across the English classroom during their only period together, she knew something was wrong.
She didnât address it. That wasnât what Natalie needed. Natalieâs problems were best solved on her own, and Lottie had learned that (through trial and error, sure, but the lesson had been learned nonetheless.)
Soccer practice came after school, and the closer to 3:30 it got, the more sure Lottie was that Natalie wouldnât be there.
It just wasnât her day. Sheâd be back tomorrow, acting like nothing was wrong and apologizing to the coaches in private, citing her mother having a fit or practice slipping her mind and promising not to skip again.
But Lottie knew the kind of habits Natalie picked up on these types of days, when everything was a little too dark and a little too heavy.
She propped herself up on a bottle or a line and let it take the weight, just for a little while.
It was this idea, the notion of relapse, that had Lottie faking a stomach bug (with theatrical false vomiting) to get out of practice early enough to take Natâs usual path through the trailer park.
She knocked on her girlfriendâs window, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and waiting.
âWhat the fuck, Lottie?â Natalie said, pushing the window open a crack.
âWell, hello to you too.â Lottie said dryly. âLet me in.â
âLottie-â Natalie protested, but Lottie had already pried the window open further and hoisted herself through it, tumbling unceremoniously onto Natâs bed.
âYouâd think youâd be better at that by now,â Nat said, pulling the window closed. âWhat are you doing here? Practice doesnât end for like, an hour.â
âExactly,â Lottie said, shrugging off her backpack and dropping it onto the floor. âAre you okay?â
Nat sighed. âJesus christ, Lottie, we saw each other for like five minutes, how did you even-â
âExactly,â Lottie said, more emphasis on the word. âYou always come find me during lunch, and you didnât, and you always sneak over to my desk during English, and you didnât, and you skipped soccer so we didnât see each other then either.â
Nat flopped backwards onto her bed, rolling onto her side with a groan. âIâm just tired.â
âYouâre also having a day.â Lottie said, crawling across the bed to lay down next to Nat. She pillowed her head on her elbow, nose inches from Natâs. âTwo things can be true.â
There was a pause. Lottie didnât push, Nat didnât pull, they just hung there, Lottieâs hand resting between them like a peace offering.
âYou donât have to tell me about it.â Lottie said. The words were quiet, and Lottie felt her own breath bounce back at her.
Nat didnât say anything. She never did, not on days like this.
She just scooted herself forwards. It was tentative in the way Nat always was in moment like this, as she let her arms unwind from around herself to ball themselves up in the front of Lottieâs sweatshirt.
They shuffled around, minuscule movements to wind themselves further around each other. Lottieâs arm curled around Natâs waist, tugging her closer as black and blonde hair alike spilled across the pillows.
And the deep sigh that rattled out of Natalieâs chest, only to be swallowed up by Lottieâs hoodie, was all the conversation either of them really needed.
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âThe Wiskayok Marching Yellowjacketsâ ch.1 is out!
Ch.1-Jackie: drum major
Fic summary: Itâs not easy to be in the marching band at WHS. But the team sticks it out, because what do they have if not each other? Who else would accept them for who they areâand what they are?
Or:
Yj marching band au! (And everyone is gay au lol) built from tumblr polls/suggestions
Chapter summary: Jackie Taylor is the drum major of the WHS marching band but sheâs not sure sheâs ready. Itâs too late now, though. Today is the first day of band camp.
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