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29 Jun 2026
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There’s something under her skin, in her muscles, pulling them taut, something barely restrained and just visible in the back of her dark brown eyes if Nat looks long and deep enough, something that makes Lottie grit her teeth when she comes on Nat’s thigh, on her hands, makes her grip Nat’s hair with just a bit more strength than usual. It’s feral, and it’s unhinged, and Nat feels like Lottie’s afraid of it, of herself.
Lottie is gentle because that’s who she is, and because she wants to be, but also because she’s been holding back.
And because Lottie’s gentle, Nat knows she will never ask, never bring it up, not when she feels so clearly scared of herself because of it, so she’ll have to take the lead if she wants to know.
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23 Jun 2026
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god loves you, but not enough to save you (so we'll do it for him) by alilbitgay
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
25 Mar 2024
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It all happens because Nat drops acid at the bonfire party and everything goes sideways from there.
Or it all happens because Lottie can’t muster the guts to talk to the girl she likes, at least not in a normal way. Or it all happens because teenage hormones and alcohol and shitty drugs don’t mix well with things like alarms and punctuality.
No, it definitely all happens because Nat drops acid at the bonfire party.
or: nat and lottie miss the plane to nationals, but it still goes down; a spur-of-the-moment road trip to rescue their doomed friends from the canadian wilderness ensues.
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23 Jun 2026
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Lottie has her driver’s license for two and a half weeks before she totals her brand new Audi.
(you know, that age-old trope of 'friends to carpoolers to lovers' come on, you know the trope, it's great)
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Nat takes a chance to look around again, distracted by the thought of the missing Spider-woman in the space. Did she just up and leave while Nat’s suspended up here and, ugh, technically helpless?
Nothing looks remarkably red and blue from where she hangs, and Nat’s about to accept her fate now—dead at eighteen, Rutgers freshman, soccer playing time of zero—when she feels someone else’s touch wrap around her limbs, and thank God it’s not another slimy tentacle.
Nat starts seeing New Jersey's Spider-woman a little too many more times than she'd like.